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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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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.

He was halfway through a drink of wine when identifying the older woman meant he almost choked on it. "Patricia! Hi, wow. Talk about your unexpected. Did you just get here?" Hale asked, looking above her and beyond through the crowd, perhaps for other librarians; the circle from which he'd just approached couldn't see the door, though they were all so packed and everything so fluid that he very well could've just missed her. Hale was smiling freely and the crowds didn't bother him at all, which meant, on no uncertain terms, that he'd been drinking. Against all odds, he was a little worried Patricia might disapprove of this. Byron did not know her terribly well.

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]

Fantastic. Perhaps now they could get what they needed and leave. There was some skinny little tart distracting Dave #1 from spiking Marie's gin-and-tonic with more gin, and it was irritating her. Marie forcibly cast the underling a look of something between venom and the white-hot rage of a thousand suns, before returning her attention to Hale with, ah. Well, it could have been a smile.

It was an effort to restrain making some quip about Mia's inability to actually walk the runway, hence why she wasn't working for Marie currently--but for Patricia's sake, she refrained. "Yes, I think I remember her. Redhead, hatchet-nosed, obnoxiously tall--" a pause, to appraise the height of Byron Hale himself, and she rethought that statement. "Well. Quite the gathering you have here, sugar."

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?"