Dinner, dungeons, dragons, 3 headed dogs, and...some new people
A few hours after I got off the phone with Andrew, I was stepping off the jet Warren had sent to fetch me, a personal guard or two with me. Once again: stoopid bringers. Once inside the compound, however, there was no need for them, since the place was locked down tighter than Azkaban in Voldemort’s heyday
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My hair was gelled and spiked to perfection (even though I knew Warren preferred my hair to be all natural so he could run his fingers through it, but he wouldn't be doing that at dinner so it didn't really matter) and I'd made sure that my suit wouldn't clash with Warren's, thanks to an update from one of my personal assistants (of course, with that charcoal ensemble, I had the freedom to wear almost anything so long as I didn't outshine him). Robin's egg blue with a smooth white silk dress shirt and a slightly darker blue tie. I must have spent the last half hour in front of the mirror just practicing posing so I'd know exactly how to look as cool as possible at dinner. Yeah, I still do that...
When I finally went down to the dining room, I was happy to see that Tucker was there, already sitting down. I went over to talk with him, but I could immediately tell that something was on his mind. He had that annoyed-concentrating look on his face, so it must have been something serious. Luckily, Amanda arrived soon after. She'd hopefully lighten the mood some.
“Hey!”
"Amanda!"
I turned to her to give her a friendly little hug, the sort that celebrities give to other cast members at fancy parties without appearing to clingy.
"You look perfectly stunning tonight, Lady Amanda."
My chin had risen slightly for the pseudo-cultured-gentleman impression, though it quickly disappeared as I couldn't hold back a giggle. There was never any formality between myself and my Arch Gamer Rival.
To make things even better, Warren showed up next. I had to bite my lower lip at the sight of him in his suit. He always wore them so well... but no, I was just his associate for tonight, and nothing else. Sure, Tucker, Amanda, and Faith all knew about us, but Warren had mentioned something about some special guests showing up tonight, so I wasn't about to assume anything. I smiled in Warren's direction warmly, but nothing else.
I waited while Warren talked with Amanda, listening while glancing back at Tucker now and then, hoping to see any sign that his spirits were lifted at all by the company.
"So Warren, who else will be showing up tonight?"
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Lookin' up at the clock I realized it was ten minutes before I had to go down to dinner.
"Shit." I muttered as I rolled off of my bed. Good thing this wasn't one of those formal deals. Checkin' myself out in the full length mirror I ran my hands through long dark tangled hair before admiring the rest of my body. Leather pants. Check. Tank top. Check. Yeah, I'd say I was ready for dinner.
Locking up my apartment behind me, I wandered down the staircase towards the west lobby. Warren had dinner with everyone sometimes. Sometimes I just grabbed food on my own, and sometimes just a few of us ate together. He wanted everyone here tonight which only made me wonder what Sugar Daddy had up his sleeve. I hoped it was something that'd let me get my violence on.
Walking into the dining room I saw that Warren was already there with Andrew, funny little punk. And hey, Amanda was here too. Okay, something was definitely up.
"Hey Boss." I smirked at Warren before flashing a grin to Andrew in greeting.
"Hey kid, long time no see." I said to Amanda, with a smirk and a nod. Hoped she didn't wanna hug. That wasn't really my style.
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