Closed Starter for @sammykeels
Where: The Conclave
When: near the end of Part 1
It was almost midnight when Everett finally spotted the mix of green wool, satin, and silk that was his friend. Sammy looked a little the worse for wear, but Everett was sure he didn’t look much better.
He was dusted with glitter and champagne and sweat and ….was that blood? Everett wasn’t going to think about that though not as he pulled out a chair beside Sammy.
The dining tables had mostly emptied in favour of the entertainment and dance floor, so spotting Sammy at an empty table, face rested on his knuckle, had been much easier than Everett had assumed.
He sat and instead of starting the conversation where Sammy had to lift his head to meet Everett’s gaze, Everett instead lowered his face to meet Sammy’s.
“Hey Bud, I’m sorry we got lost.” Everett had lowered his voice, it was weird after coming from such a packed space to finally be in a corner of the Gala that had airflow, it felt almost as if Everett raised his voice too much, he’d break whatever enchantment was finally allowing cool air to circulate.
Sammy looked into Everett’s eyes, they were slightly glazed with what Everett assumed was reemergence after a period of not drinking following a period of constant drinking. Everett was a little surprised, Sammy rarely got drunk if ever. But when a smile also started to spread on Sammy’s lips, Everett let his reexpand. “You ok? Did you have fun or do you need water?”
