Beer and Ballet

[Galina]

It had been quite some time since she had been able to attend a ballet performance, or well one that wasn´t the nutcracker at least that was an annual tradition she would not miss but being out and about in general had been coming with keeping her eyes and nose open a lot more than normal. Not knowing what danger the previously unknown kin might cause, but with that resolved she could finally breathe out again. And what better way to do that than with a performance? It was a bit different from the normal ballet performances though, a beer and ballet event with 17 different dances they were about to experience this year. Not sure how she had missed it in previous years but oh well she was here now.

Currently standing in the foyer of The Sofia Tsakopoulos Center, waiting for the doors to open for them to go and find their seats before the performance would start and each get their drinks. The relaxed manner not quite what she tended to attribute with most ballet performances so something new, it would still be quite locked seats though and not much chance for movement. Dressed up for the night, with careful aim taken to cover up each of her tattoos covering most of her body, having made sure to blend the various makeup hiding them to blend seamlessly with her skin. Having had more than a little bit of training with it, still doubting anyone would grasp their meaning here but it would take only one for it to become annoying.

Lightly caressing her comfort pin, trying to keep calm whilst waiting for those blasted doors to open so she could find a seat and be free from all these hard to be around people talking wildly left and right.

[Chambers]

Well he had promised a few people to give the ballet a try and going once was hardly a fair hearing for the medium so dressed in a tailored basalt grey three pieces suit, cut so the tailor had told him in a modern fit, with burnished and gleaming gold buttons and cuff links, over a silken black shirt and trousers. It was getting rather warm after all. Finished by a pair or matching black silken gloves and a pocket square the other wise unassuming and ordinary looking man stands quietly in the foyer a little lost as it what to what do, not knowing enough to really broach a conversation on the shows of previous years or dancers.