(Gatsby's) Gangster Night

[Asa]

...and Australia is entirely people with criminals...

It was a blessing and a curse, existing in a society where one assumed that everyone else was prevaricating. Well, anyone with any common sense.

"I wouldn't know," Asa lied, turning with an amused expression. "Don't these little fad restaurants spring up every month and disappear six months later?"

He, of course, assumed @Firebringer was fishing for his age.

"I'm sorry to hear about Mr. Benavidez."

He, of course, was lying again.

The large, stout armed man had been entirely too free with information, and it had never rested easy with Asa what he had known of The Masquerade. The same things Matthew knew, but aside from saving two Kindred from the Final Death, he seemed much better at keeping secrets.

"Two Shirley Temples, also," Asa added to their order as the drinks began to appear.

A hand produced a single bill, from a neat fold of bills rather than a wallet, which he deposited on the bar. The same hand slid Matthew's drink over and took his own.

"I don't want to keep you. A toast, then... to history?"

It was a toast that dovetailed in with Matthew's comment, but it was also one to their own -- uneventful, discreet, pleasant, and so he hoped it to remain. Besides, while infinitely more entertaining, offering a toast to the night which had swallowed Mateo would not only sound self-serving, but just... tacky.

After all, once upon a time, Matthew had saved someone he actually liked.

[Michael Redfill]

Michael laughs softly, focusing on the movements of his feet and trying to keep up. By being very careful he seems to gain just a bare hint of grace while following the songstress.

  Catch up, doctor, catch up!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-02-21 10:38:37		Michael Redfill rolls 5 to catch up with Velma (Dex + Expr + WP - retry) (10 Again, WillPower)		5, 6, 10, 1, 4, 2		1 success

"You surely enjoy being in your element and having me out of mine", - he lans a bit closer, - "But I'll gladly trade some humbling for a lesson from a master".

He spins around glad that he now seems to get the hang of the beat. But Mike would still have preferred playing music to dancing to it.

[Matamune]

When it comes to socialising, Daniel is about as subtle and tactful as a brick wall. Completely ignoring Asa's offer of drinks he grabs a double vodka for himself obviously not trusting strange silver-spoon-in-the-mouth handsome princes. Or at least someone who could be one judging by the suit and the manners.

He then returns to Lilly and Elaine, occasionally glancing in Firebringer's direction to make sure things are fine.

Well, he doesn't smell like us so that's a relief.

Approaching the sisters he throws them a half-crooked apologetic smile downs half his drink and speaks in a quiet voice to not stand out.

"Lilly, El, that's some party. I feel like I'm lying in wait in a forest covered in moss. Only more awkward."

[Claire Edmonton]

Claire strolls into the theme party - she did so very much enjoy them - with a smartly anachronistic number that she wore entirely too well for any history buffs to complain about it. Something about hips and pinstripes just worked perfectly. She was her own girl friday this evening - Lydia wanted some time alone before the real party began so Ms Tunt was here to blow off steam on her lonesome.

Strutting in with the extreme confidence she seemed unable to turn off, she took a look around the room and immediately sneered when she saw the surprising and terrible presence of Velma Star, and turned right around. It was irrelevant who else was here - the establishment had clearly gone irreparably downhill already.

Claire immediately leaves the scene.

[Princess]

The politeness in Elaine's expression waned reflexively as her eyes closed for a moment, forcibly adopting a neutral mask for a moment as her fists clenched at her sides when she smelled the vodka on Daniel's breath. She ignores his comment entirely, instead opting to turn to Peter for conversation.

"Vincent liked this, so I assume it's nice enough," she replies quietly to him as she looks briefly down at her dress, before looking back and forth between him and other guests. "And you look fine to me," she concludes upon casual inspection, trying quite distinctly for a polite smile to reinforce her effort to calm his nerves as an exercise in calming her own.

She immediately reaches for her shirley temple and pauses from taking a sip as she considers the tall fella's classy suggestion and looks over to Firebringer to stay on the same page with his reaction.

[RebornSeas]

Lilly bursts into a wide grin when Elaine requests Shirley Temples. Because hell yeah, those are awesome. "Nah man. I mean, I just happen to have dresses around? Because the whole design-intern thing? This isn't that much dressier than what I normally wear. And you do look good." She smiled at Peter and bounced twice and twirled slowly to look at the rest of the room.

"Oooh! Sam's here now!"

[Xander]

The man in white who had been standing near and eavesdropping on the Songstress and the Ranger smiles. "Well you guys be good." He says happily as he meanders back into the crowd.

As Sam greets her professional comrade another man, obviously drunk, fumbles over to the two. This one wearing most of a suit with a white tie and a big fake rose on his vest. To the rest of the crowd his outfit seemed a bit off, as the butterfly stitched into the back of his vest seemed rather out of place. The man gleefully moves over to Sam and throws his arm around her like a long lost friend. "You seem glum." He says as the scent of vodka and unfamiliar wolf becomes all too obvious to Sam.

Firebringer looks around the room. It seems like a decent enough party. The long table has an elderly man who seemed to be enjoying the jubilation of his more youthful company. With the exception of one familiar face near the middle who seems almost nervous. It was a familiar face that Firebringer hasn't seen since the Pure invaded, and one he knows very well. In fact, there was another familiar face mixed in at the longer table as well. The first man only looks up once from his plate to look scornfully at his elder, while the second makes eye contact with Firebringer just long enough to be certain it was him.

[Aeneas]

"We here now." Aeneas drawled as he reached his group. In close proximity to his friends associates, his lips peeled back into a feral grin. "So, like, wassup?" He craned his neck in attempt to get a better few, his posture a tinge uncertain.

Aeneas was unused to large gatherings such as this.

[Samaritan]

Bishop still smiled, as Ms. Howe commented on the hat.
<I haven't grinned that much in two years, I need to see a doctor.>
"Well, you are wrong about the hat. It is four full net salaries and for the suit I would have to sell most of my dead relatives."
Bishop shrugged. "There is a tailor downtown, some refugee that came over from Croatia during the civil war in the nineties. I was able to rent the whole attire for four hundred dollars, providing I keep it clean and return it first thing tomorrow. And he also gets a four and a half inch commercial in the cultural section for one week, which cost me tickets to a game for the layout guy in charge of that." Bishop sighed and thought of the workload this all had caused.
"I actually own one good suit. And I pray every evening, that I will not gain any more weight."

He wanted to continue, but a man bumps into him and throws a hug at his conversational partner.