Birthday Bash (Open to anyone)

[hom_magneto]

Lord Magento allowed a small smile to appear on his face as he stepped into the grand ballroom. The room was ablaze with light and decorated tastefully with decorations for the celebration

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[projectileszg]

Another perk of Sam's royally-endowed fellowship was, apprently, getting invited to all the best parties.

His tie has probably already gotten crooked, he's sure.

He arrives only a little early, is cleared by the agents and walks in, as unobtrusively as possible. He'd been a little disconcerted by the morning headlines. Sapien-rights activist Kevin Plunder had broken out of prison and was rumored to be seeking political asylum in the States. Rumor also said he might get it. Sometimes it could be so awkward being an American abroad.

Sam isn't sure what makes him more nervous: that some politician or socialite might ask his opinion of recent events....or that they might ask him about his thesis.

He eats a cracker. With cheese.

[redheadspy]

Natasha isn't too thrilled about having to be on Shaw's arm all night, but attending Lord Magento's gala in honour of Princess Lorna's birthday does give her the chance to gather information. That alone made it worth going. Besides, she figures she could always ditch Shaw not far into the party. A man like him liked to make the rounds and Natasha didn't mind in the least. She could careless what he did, even if he left with another woman. She's not fucking him because she cares about him.

Another benefit to going was that she gets a new formal dress out of the deal. A Van Dyne original to be exact. Life could be worse.

She enters the ballroom on Shaw's arm and is content to stay there for the moment.

[projectileszg]

Sam's attempting to drink in peace some of the excellent lemonade provided when Miss Harsaw grabs him by the shoulder. He's met her several times at the Genoshan National Archives, where she sometimes supervises security.
He greets her as politely as it is possible to greet someone who tends to smirk at him disturbingly and who's now hustling him over to meet some people.
"Director Shaw, Ms. Romanoff, you should meet this kid. Samuel Guthrie. Always flying over to the Archives before I've even given approval for opening the place. Guthrie, I'm sure you've got Shaw somewhere in those notebooks of yours, but this is Natasha Romanoff, also of SHIELD."

Sam's a bit flushed, of course. "Pleasure to meet you, sir, ma'am."

[redheadspy]

Natasha offers him a small smile and offers a hand to him. "Mr. Guthrie. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[projectileszg]

His handshake is just fine, there's really only the blushing to be embarrassed about.
...Which is a bit of a vicious cycle.

"It's a very nice party." He considers planning to wait just a moment before leaving the three security-types to talk, but then Miss Harsaw decides there's someone she absolutely must speak to elsewhere.
"Ah can definitely recommmend the lemonade," he continues.

[agenttoynbee]

Mortimer entered the ballroom and looked for somewhere to stand where he could keep an eye on security without looking like he was a posted guard. This was supposed to be festive, he had the impression that the security measures were meant to be subtle. As much as Magneto or SHIELD could ever do subtle.

He wondered how far he could take the mingling thing. A couple of the fancy hors d'oeuvres were probably okay, but he'd better stay away from the champagne. He didn't have the excuse of a healing factor like Howlett did.

[hom_redguard]

"Everything quiet over here?" Jess asks as she walks up to stand near Mortimer.

[agenttoynbee]

He nodded to her. "Seems to be. Howlett's by the bar,not getting drunk, and everyone else is just mingling. No sign of the royal family yet."

[hom_redguard]

"Fashionably late. Then again, it is their party so I guess they're allowed to be." She looks over at the bar and sees James along with Romanoff talking to some blind guy. "Give Howlett time. Party has just started. He'll be drunk by the halfway point."

[6_claws]

James enters with Raven on his arm. The Red Guard was providing some of the security for this whatever the hell they were calling it. The last thing he wanted to do was get dressed up and babysit people he had nothing in common with. But the job demands it.

He does a quick scan of the room, finding it mostly empty at this early hour and heads right for the bar. On duty or not, he could have a drink. His healing factor wouldn't let it interfere with his abilities if something should happen. He's hoping something does happen. It would sure make this party a hell of a lot more interesting.

[bluemysterygirl]

Raven, though happy to be on James' arm, has a very serious look on her face as she examines the room for any signs of trouble.

When he heads for the bar, she follows him, her eyes on the lookout for trouble

[6_claws]

"You want anything darlin'?" he asks before he orders his own drink.

[bluemysterygirl]

She considers, then nods, after all alcohol does nto affect her as much either, "SOmething colourful." A soft wink

[vibes_r_us]

Parties are fantastically boring, but they are also necessary if Ric has any hope of finding out enough information to keep himself secure. He hopes Neena will be there; if things get too quiet she's always good for encouraging fights.

He looks around. Even better. Sam Guthrie. He arches his eyebrow at 'Star and gets a sudden, feral grin in return. Good.

Note to self: get Sam in bed again. Possibly tonight.

He ambles over to where Sam is talking to the pretty redhaired SHEILD agent. "Natasha." He smiles politely. "Sam." His smile widens, becomes almost predatory. (In fact, taken by itself, it would be considered predatory, but it is eternally fated to be compared to Shatterstar's smile, which is coupled with two very large swords and a facial tatoo, and therefore is always scarier.)

[redheadspy]

"Julio Rictor," Natasha says with and extended hand. "It is good to see you again."

[vibes_r_us]

"Always, Miss Natasha." He bends over the outstretched hand, kisses it flamboently. Winks at Tasha. "And how is this thrilling party shaping up for you?" He's pretty sure that over his shoulder 'Star is staring at Sam. Good.

[redheadspy]

"It's picking up," she says and smiles at him. Yes, she's flirting, but there is nothing wrong with attention without intention. "How have you been and what have you been up to lately?"