(Crocker Art Mueseum) Death by Mozart

[Seraphina]

Sapphires look to the loud crowd, an amused smile playing across her lips, “Well, and they say woman can’t play nice together.” While there was the looker over there, he wasn’t that good looking to have her join that mess.

There was a sly smile at the smirk and wink, “Sounds like you have it all planned out. Do you plan to take the night by storm and break a few hearts with the outfit? Cause I have to tell you, it’s a ton of fun.” Was a little hobby of hers.

She catches the shift, “Uncomfortable?” she asks having seen and done that shift before, “Is it the shoes? If so, they make these amazing gel inserts for heels that make them feel like walking on air. If not, forget what I said.” Heels took some getting used to.

Giggling and shaking her head, “No no, I heard some good thing about the city and decided to check it out. I’m one of those who travels city to city, looking for that special place to settle.” Kinda true.

“Well pleased to meet you Ryan, I’m Sera.” Replies the Nix with a raise of her water.

“Oh, how interesting! Don’t think I’ve ever meet anyone who does that. So you must have quite an eye for art, how does someone get into that field?” seemed like a fun job and a well-paying one if you knew your stuff.

Sapphire eyes glimmer with mischief, “So see anything worthwhile in this gallery?” she asks as she takes a sip of her water.

[Campanella]

Campanella's eyes narrow and he looks back and forth. From the painting to... Lance.

"Its not bad, as painting's go. Not everything is exceptional nor does it need to be."

At last he turned to face Lance more directly, a thin smile beginning to frame his face.

"Is there anything here that passes your standards?"

[Star]

"Yes, and it also states when it begins and where to place bids." Greenish eyes regarded the snarky little man with a dubious raise of an eyebrow. "Don't you love it when you try to insult someone and it turns out you're the one? Reading comprehension, hmmm."

Ever had the Z-snap done in your face? Long fingers show Katsuro what it feels like, snap snap snap.

"And you, with that, whatever it was." Katsuro is dismissed and eyes roll before settling on Peter. "Mocking those with a bit of a real opinion and the nerve to say it? Why, I feel like Gilbert Grape. Let your balls drop, honey. Coasting on your looks and refusing to have an original thought is so junior high."

If the first person people learn to lie to is themselves, the first lie told is hypocrisy. And lastly there's Camper Van Beethoven, voted Most Likely To Need Supernal Viagra.

"Hardly. In fact, I'm dropping this conversation like Miley Cyrus' dignity when she left Disney."

Lance spun and threw the end of his scarf over a shoulder -- because nothing says Dramatic Exit like Swirling Clothing -- and pranced over to Ryan and Seraphina.

"Saaaaaaave me," he wailed in a faux whisper. "I've been traumatized by mediocrity."

[Tuesday]

Ryan gives a rasping little titter, which dies as Tuesday stops shifting her weight, "They're new." which was true, they've only been worn once before, and they're most definitely not broken in. But Ryan was used to shoes like this, even if Tuesday wasn't. Not only were they killing her feet, they were digging into the back of her ankles. The thought caused a mental tangent to grow. If she ever needed to up her game with the Geology Nerd, lower heals defiantly, but ban-aids on the back of her ankles. A little detail, but it's the small things that could make a boat load of difference. "Like ridiculously new, I saw them and had to have them. They were like a fucking steal." truer words have never been spoken. "But like, yeah. That would be amazing. Look at you, so full of helpful advice. You could totally be like, an advice blogger or like, something."

Seeing the sly look Ryan leans forward and purrs, "Oh, darling. Always."

"Luck, I was in the right place at the right time, and it just, like happened." sure let's go with that. "Besides those perky goddess? Well-"

It seemed whatever Lance was up to had either exploded, or found a resolution and with one of the men who'd wandered by leaving Ryan didn't really know which option to think. But she's going to settle with exploded. It's more fun that way.

"Always Lance, always." Was that Ryan? Or was that Stuff that couldn't be Stuff because Stuff? "Now, this is Sera, and we're have a wonderful conversation. She's convinced me to exchange my blue for red, and my hazels for emeralds."

[Campanella]

Campanella breathed out slowly.

"Poseur!" His hissed quietly. "There is always one."

He tracked Lance as he left, and absently collected a fresh flute himself.

Mouth forming a line, he turned his back on Lance and turned back to Peter.

[Seraphina]

Amusement flashed on the Nix’s face at the faux whisper, before looking back to Ryan.

Grinning with a nod, “I’ve totally been there. I got this amazing pair of suede boots and they were a bitch to break in.” there was then a shrug, “Us girls have to stick together and help each other out. I’ve been around some nasty catty girls in my life and I promised myself I wouldn’t be like that.” Oh the fun memories of pageants and the bitch girls. “So if I know a trick that could help someone, I try and share it. But advice blogger?” she laughed, “Don’t think I would be too good at that, and I kinda like my current job.” Though the Treasured could be catty and nasty if she wanted to be. She just choose not to right now. New place to visit and someone who was fun to talk with, not a time to pull the bitch card.

“So, do you have business cards or anything? Cause a girl never knows when she’s gonna need some advice on some art purchases.” She could be looking for advice…or she could be flirting…or a mixture of both.

A smile was flashed to Lance, “Pleased to meet you Lance. Seems Ryan and I have had better luck with conversation than you have.” The noisy part wonders what went down, but the polite part kicks in. Nodding her head, “The red will look amazing!”

[Star]

"Red!"

Arms fold and a finger taps a long chin as Lance regards Ryan. It's a welcome distraction from the dark succubus. It's a good thing Lance doesn't have 'his girls', or there'd be some surly mental commentary coming out of the hamster wheel about how they kept managing to run into...

Well. This one's kind of his fault. Still.

"How," he glanced at Sera with a silent accusation, "Will I ever make Smurf jokes with red? But if you're taking requests, green."

Like Viper. Shhhhhh. Also? That smile made him want to shiver.

"Hallo, Sera. Lance." The finger on his chin turned into a fluttering wave. After that? "Are we doing fashion talk? Oh em gee, you know, I tried out for 'Project Runway' once."

True story.

"I love that little flare," he added, gesturing to the bottom of Sera's skirt.

That's not true at all.

[Tuesday]

"I, like, wasn't saying it to be your job. I was saying it cause you have some advice and you should share it. You're not going to be payed for that." though the fact that Sera's mind went to money with that advice idea, instead of just giving it freely, said a tun about the brunette. "And sugar, if don't have there wherewithal to find my, or one of my colleague's numbers I doubt you can afford our services." there was a truly pitying look on Ryan's face.

(tuesday see the flirting face, and asks herself if there would ever be a moment when she wouldn't be tuesday enough to remember her penis club preferences)

"Cha-yeah red." like duh, "Are you just green'ing because Christmas?" serious question, "Do you want me to Christmas?" equally serious question. "I don't think I can Christmas Lance. Not even if you whip up a fabulicious outfit for me."

Ryan!panic cut because she wouldn't Christmas and StarLance would always (debutante.starving.busking.hoodie.politico.awesome.recruiter.) Smurf.

(don't mean it) Eye-roll, "Honey, we both know that if you wanted to Smurffing Smurf, you'd find a way." (mean it) smile,