Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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A warm glow reflects off the dangling crystals of the grand chandelier as the young man moodily enters the ball room. Each guest at the charity function looks at place with the surrounding luxury. Roy drinks the scene in. An elegant woman in a stark white dress dainty sips red wine from Bordeaux stemware. An up and coming entrepreneur schmoozes with an elderly gentleman of a vast media empire. With a purposeful stride, a servant maneuvers gracefully through cliques of guests to reach the beckoning host of the party. The host is none other than Queen Industries' Oliver Queen.
The young man scowls as the host catches his eyes from across the spacious room. Queen blinks away from the boy and returns to amusing the assorted guests clinging nearby him. Roy folds his arms and leans against a priceless vase. He would do anything to be anywhere but here.
He'd rather be at home with Dinah at her condo. He'd rather be at home on the reservation with Brave Bow. He'd rather be at home living with his dad far way from Star City. He can't be at any of these places. Not since Dinah and Ollie made up yet again. Not since Brave Bow's illness caught up to him. Not since Dad died in that fire. Roy knows he is stuck here with Ollie until the four years that will make him legally an adult pass.
He smirks at his legal guardian. At the moment, Ollie is doing a beautiful job of pretending he isn't bothered that Roy is one false move away from cracking the porcelain vase. It's probably a Ming, or a 18th century Qing, or a 'who the hell cares as long as it's expensive'. Roy grows bored with his mind game as he sees Queen begin to move away from his guests and make a beeline for him. Queen is stopped by throngs of people along the way, his journey pain painstakingly slow for such a short distance. Roy has time to make himself scarce.
Roy approaches the nearest guest and introduces himself. He nods along with the woman's blathering pleasantries. She rolls her brunette curls around her red press on nails as she explains how excited she was to come and how much she owes Bruce for letting her be his plus one. Bruce?
“Wait, you came with Bruce Wayne?” he asks her. Her grin gleams with pride.
“Oh, yes. Me and Brucie are inseparable. When we met at that art show last April, well, I knew he'd call me back...” Roy tunes her out as he watches Queen extricate himself from a boorish gentleman with a constantly waging finger. Roy needs to move more quickly or else he'll find himself talking with Oliver. He'd rather not talk with him right now. He'd really rather not.
“Miss Chase, could you direct me to Mr. Wayne? I know Mr. Queen would love to have a chat with him,” he tells the prattling brunette. Her face falls. Roy smiles. “Queen would love to speak to you both, I mean. He's always the proper host.” Roy laughs. “And he has impeccable taste in conversationalists.”
Miss Chase pauses as she unwinds her pointer finger from her ringlets. Suddenly taciturn, she frowns as she looks for the right words to say. “Mr. Wayne is...looking for that little boy somewhere. I honestly haven't seen Bruce for over an hour,” she admits with great reluctance. This wasn't part Roy's plan, but he is flexible.
“Someone is missing? How terrible. Look, here comes Mr. Queen. You explain the situation to him and I'll go see if I can find Mr. Wayne or...”
“Richard. He's eight I think. About this short. Dark haired,” she offers. Miss Chase rubs her lips together. “He very...small.” Roy wants to ask who this kid is and why Bruce Wayne brought such a kid to their party. Spotting Queen a few yards away, Roy dismisses himself without any asking her his questions.
Roy, as he rounds the corner to the balcony, catches Miss Chase pulling Oliver aside by the arm. Ollie's green eyes reluctantly leave Roy and reach the hapless brunette. Roy lets out the heavy sigh that he didn't know he was holding in.
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