☩There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky☩

[magicalskeptic]

First and foremost, this is a party.  It may be celebrating the end of summer, and the opening of a business, but it's a party, with all and sundry invited.  There is food, wine, music, and, hopefully, something to keep everyone entertained.

Yes, it is a mixture of what the hostess has always known -- there are sheaves of corn used in decoration --

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[ouroborosdance]

Hasibe loves parties - of any flavor, be they the debauched sort with people openly rolling around the ballroom, or the type where things are more buttoned-up and discreet. Like this. She's dressed, is her fashion, to kill, but leaves the red fur-edged coat with the appropriate individuals.

"What do you think?" She inquires of her gentleman companion, performing a little twirl right there for his appraisal. (And that of anyone else who happens to be nearby--but that's incidental, even if she doesn't mind.)

[toooldforlosing]

"I'm still not sure how you talked me into this," he says, which is mostly a lie. He'd not been too hard to convince when he'd seen how much she was determined to bring him. "But you look fantastic."

He is wearing a suit jacket that matches his pants, but not a tie. The hat, though, that he doesn't leave home without.

[ouroborosdance]

"You look pretty good yourself," she notes, thoughtfully, swinging over to flirt at him in a lower voice, which is good, because Hasi says things like this: "But maybe it wasn't the talking that persuaded you."

She grins, fairly glowing- this is her element, and it shows. One of them. One of the legal ones, anyway.

"Should we get a drink?"

[toooldforlosing]

"I think that's a very reasonable suggestion." He can't help but grin a little, seeing her so pleased with herself and the atmosphere. "Especially if you have any expectation of dancing later on."

[ouroborosdance]

"Oh, does that mean I won't have to cajole you into it?" She starts toward the bar with a backward glance, eyebrows raised.

[toooldforlosing]

"That means I'd better be drunk as a skunk if you've any hope of succeeding." Which is as close as he'll get to encouragement.

"This the kind of party you go to a lot?"

[ouroborosdance]

"Sort of," she says, filing away that information for her purposes later, "There are types."

At the bar, she requests her usual ridiculously sweet but also ridiculously high in alcohol content choice, and leans back against the bar itself, waiting. "There are your cocktail parties - where I end up in something possibly strapless, usually short, something like what I've got now, and those are kind of mid-level. Those can be at estates or anywhere. Then you have the balls, which- are actually in venues like this, even if this one is a cocktail party, and those ones have the best clothes. That's generally the type of thing where I'm some politico's arm candy. I don't have to network here, which is a nice weight off."

Her drink appears, and she sips it before continuing. "The kind I like best are the down and dirty house parties - or in clubs, I guess, but either way, I don't get to go to those as much anymore

[toooldforlosing]

"I don't think that I've been to anything like any of yours. Well," he corrects, as he gets his bourbon, "cocktail parties sometimes, but not as a guest."

Then again, he didn't get picked for that kind of bodyguard venue very often when he refused to blend in at all. It had been awhile.

[ouroborosdance]

"In what capacity, then?" She can take a guess, but she'd like to hear how he talks about it. She thanks the bartender, in the absent-minded fashion of someone who does this as second-nature.

[toooldforlosing]

"Professional. Lots of judges do the networking thing, and sometimes they want a guy with a gun lurking in the corner watching their back."

[ouroborosdance]

She observes new attendees as they straggle in, glass in hand, and then glances back at Raylan.

"Do they let you wear the hat?"

[toooldforlosing]

"It's not... encouraged, no," he says with a little laugh.

[ouroborosdance]

She makes a tiny sympathetic noise, but then laughs as well, fond. "No, they like uniformity. And they don't like it when the women are distracted by the good-looking security," she teases, because she suspects he's one of those guys who has no idea how cute he is, and therefore she must...troll him about it.

[toooldforlosing]

He gives her an 'oh please' look, but says, "They generally prefer their plainclothes security to be a little less conspicuous. On the upside, they eventually gave up on assigning me to that sort of thing."

[ouroborosdance]

"I can see it getting kind of boring for you." She just smiles at him, for the duration of that look. "Not tonight, though."

[toooldforlosing]

"Well. For one thing, I wasn't allowed to drink when I was at a party on a job, which is a big handicap right there." Thoughtfully, he adds, "Also, typically didn't have a date."