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[invisibyron]

WHO: Everybody! Everybody, and Patricia.
WHAT: The first annual Europe Day Party, aka EU New Years, aka Europegate, aka The French Revolution. Decadent decay, imperialism, wine-drinking, scone-waving, Manet/Monet slurring, nouveau bossa nova, big maps, Eurocentricism, themed booze.
WHEN: Friday evening; party starts around nine, starts around

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Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & eventually open -- A fashionably late 10:30pm

[kissthehook]

Patricia didn't normally attend parties unless their was something to be gained by her attendance: contacts with the rich and famous, a new buyer for her company, or on the rare occasion, good company. None of these were the case tonight, but she still had a reason for wanting to attend the Byron's soirée. Her "invitation" had come, curiously enough, on her Compendium post offering rewards for information regarding the missing magical items. Now, Patricia understood how the minds of criminals worked. She was, as the Piglanders would undoubtedly say, picking up what Watts was putting down. Clearly he meant for her to attend the party so as to share some sort of vital and secret information with her. And if that meant an advantage over her European Librarian counterpart, all the better

Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & eventually open -- A fashionably late 10:30pm

[gingeredwitch]

Marie, likewise, was not the sort to attend these kinds of...functions. Naturally, she rubbed elbows with the artistically elite, preferably at some soiree in Prague or atop a discotech in Paris. This party might have been socially acceptable, in fact, if it weren't for the disgusting amount of plebeians running about in--good Lord, what was that, lederhosen?

She was going to need significantly more gin than was in Dave #1's manpurse. To be fair, it wasn't his manpurse, but he knew damn well that if he and Ms. Bouchard were attending a social function, he was to retrieve it from his locker at the office and stock it with a large bottle of gin. These were the reasons why he hadn't been fired yet. It may or may not have also had to do with Kelly dissuading Marie's pink-slipping hand.

Either way.

"And Dave Number One, sugar," she said, right on Patricia's heels, "Don't think I'm letting you off the hook either." A brief pause. The Dave's looked sufficiently terrified. "So, darlin'--" this to Patricia--"how long are we gonna

Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & OPEN (Byrons?) -- A fashionably late 10:30pm

[kissthehook]

"No longer than is necessary, I can only hope." Patricia allowed herself one last tired sigh before she entered the inevitable din of the party. It became clear that, due to the noise occuring inside, no one was going to open the door. She shot one of those looks at her Dave, and he hastily fumbled with his bags to grab the handle.

Shooting a look of solidarity at Marie and holding her head up high, Patricia entered. Making an extreme effort not to look at anyone directly (though undoubtedly, she realized that their appearance would attract a lot of attention) she scanned the crowd for four things: the party's hosts, enemies, friends (doubtful), and the beverage table.

Re: Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & 1 Byron

[invisibyron]

Since there were only so many things that could be said about any one artistic director, and as they'd said about twice that number about their current topic of conversation, Hale thought this was a good moment to break free and alight upon another conversational corner, maybe one that wasn't all about exhibits and deportations. This put him directly into the path of the Modern Librarian, as well as her friend, though Hale had never met the latter and had no way of distinguishing her from the other, more highbrow guests. It was still early. Nobody had really loosened up just yet

Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & 1 Byron

[kissthehook]

Patricia shot her host a stone cold stare as she evaluated him, head to toe. Waiting just a second long enough to make the silence awkward, she replied. "Yes, we just came in. You're..." She searched her mind for the right name. Unfriendly though she might be, Patricia Goldberg had something of knack for names and faces. "Byron Hale?"

Without waiting for a response, she gestured to Marie. "I'm not sure if you've met Marie Bouchard, though perhaps you've heard of her." She paused as the Daves looked around awkwardly, clearly wondering if they were going to have to introduce themselves or if such a thing were even within their contracts. Very nearly rolling her eyes as she said it, she threw away the line, "Oh, and these are the Daves."

Re: Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & 1 Byron

[invisibyron]

"That's the one," he replied, his voice apparently untroubled by her appraisal's lack of subtlety--but his eyes darted back and forth between the two women, and his smile was not altogether convincing. Not that Hale worried, he as just a little curious. It did not seem like this was either of their scenes. He was pretty sure it was a scene of some sort and he himself was fond of it, but these were not members of the target demographic.

Sensing perhaps that an extended hand would not be taken by either, Hale just smiled. "The name's familiar, yes. I think Mia, she's probably in the other room, worked runway on one of your shows? Or she was an intern, and Li walked for Donna Karan. One did one, one did the other, I can't remember, I really have no idea." He partook heavily of his drink, leaned to the side, and gave a glib little wave: "Hey Daves."

Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & 1 Byron

[gingeredwitch]

Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & 1 Byron

[kissthehook]

Patricia and Marie where of the same mindset: get the goods (and/or information regarding said goods) and exit the premises. Of course, things never went quite according to plan when the general Tale community was involved, now did they?

"Yes, quite an affair," Patricia agreed with Marie in words, though her if her face had portrayed any less of an interest in the Europe Party, it's possible that it would have been mistaken for that of a corpse.

"Listen, Hale." To her credit, the words didn't actually sound as unfriendly as they might have. Her tone was that of someone doing a friendly business deal. "I received an invitation from your - " Her left eyebrow raised as she wondered what the correct term might be for two men living together in the city. "- roommate. If there's anything you'd like to share with me, now would be an excellent time."

Re: Patricia, Marie, their Daves, & 1 Byron

[invisibyron]

"Ah, really?" he asked, then suspected such incredulity couldn't be seen as a compliment, and overcompensated with a charming smile which he doubted very much would charm either of them. He maintained it as his eyes began to scan for a tall Scotsman in a fedora--the dance floor particularly, but he could have been anywhere. Watts was a very thorough mingler.

"Well, he does get excited about invitations," Hale reflected, a statement which cast much light upon the correct term for this particular pair of men living together in the city. That Watts had gotten overzealous with the promotion made more sense than the proposition that Patricia and Marie Bouchard had shown up at their party for the having of merriment. It still bewildered him that he'd succeeded, and now Hale glanced between them, not sure what Patricia was trying to extract. "Something I'd like to share." The repetition didn't give him any epiphanies, and he couldn't fight a mild gloss of confusion. "Did Watts say he had something to share?"