Dinner and a Fashion Show [OPEN]

[poetryinfashion]

WHO: Hitachiin Kaoru and all guests, invited and not
WHAT: A Fashion Show + Dinner Party
WHERE: The Hitachiin brand local headquarters in downtown Reggio Calabria
WHEN: Day 25, starting in the early evening

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[sirsognatore]

Peter was reluctant to go to a fashion show, but the cute secretary from the AMC - Claire Bennet, her name was, had been seeking a date and it was either lose her to some other jerk or snatch her up himself. He figured he could always play the knight in shining armor again, and sweep her off her feet. It wasn't a difficult role to play any way. It settled over him naturally, fit like a glove like his attire for the evening

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[smokeeasy]

An event of haute couture was not the sort of thing that Badou would normally elect to attend on his own. His personal style tended toward the vintage, the recycled, and the deliberately ugly. He liked things that were unapologetic about having no damn class, clothes that you got cheap because nobody else wanted them anymore, relics that other people considered to be trash. The earnestness of the ostentation that went into an event like this, the people who were all so damn serious about being dressed to the nines and sitting back to judge "style" and set fucking "trends," it all irritated him a bit

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[risparmiarsi]

It really was amazing, there was no doubt about that.

Claire hadn't arrived all too dressed up, but it was good enough, she figured, especially given Peter's reaction to it.

"Plenty," she said, giving a soft laugh. "Too much. You?"

The air around was generally whimsical, almost, to a point, colors and elegant displays left and right, everything overtly impressive.

By now, she had to admit, though, that she was looking forward to dinner a great deal.

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[sirsognatore]

"Maybe we can get one, just for you, hm?" He smiled fondly at her. Peter did not have any connections in the fashion industry. His family? Probably, and if not connections, at least enough money to buy all this fancy fashion shit. It explained the tailored suits, the pearls ordaining his mother's neck, and golden wrist watches around his brother's wrist.

"Me? Nah. I don't look good in ruffles."

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[risparmiarsi]

"Ha! Right. Those are ridiculously expensive," she brushed off with a warm smile, shaking her head.

"Awh, and here I thought you'd look dashing in them," she quipped freezing slightly only when she saw Dean with his brother standing by some girl.

Huh. Pretty.

"Um. Let's go find a table, yeah?" she said, making a face. "I'm really hungry," she lied only partways, eager to turn away from the weekend-long-stand.

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[sirsognatore]

"Yeah ri - Claire?" It was a slight change in her posture, her face. Something had set her off, something she saw, and Peter tried to follow her line of vision. Just a couple of men in expensive suits a few feet away, and a few women inbetween them. Frowning, he turned to Claire, reaching to grab her small hand in his.

"Sure, sure. Let's go find one before everything's taken," he replied, leading her away from whatever it was, toward the dining area.

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[risparmiarsi]

"It's fine," she said absently, shaking her head before putting on a smile again.

Convincing enough. A Petrelli trait, if only she'd know where to trace it to.

"Good idea," she nodded, gratefully taking his hand, flashing Dean one more look before turning away and following him to where the tables were situated.

"This is nice. It's all so... refined, and elegant."

Very much unlike most of Reggio Calabria.