Who cares if we’re trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow-

[thepull_mods]

Who: Lion's Gate Employees, and maybe the Adventurous Gossip Reporter/Paparazzi or two?
When: June 21st, All Night
Where: Lion's Gate Club & Observatory
Summary: It's a nice day for a white wedding.
Warnings: Bridezilla Alert!

Comments

[silverlunettes]

[Reim has arrived.

Correction, Reim has been there for some time, he's merely a wallflower at this point, watching people around him have fun while he attempts to remain, how should we say, invisible. Yes, that's it. It's not that he doesn't want to get noticed, but rather that he didn't know anyone, save for two people, and while he'd like to participate in the sane events, he feels much safer watching.]

totally uninvited guest - Kitchen Area

[topslug]

[ Ostensibly, Yako's here on business, to see Raul Creed. Instead, she's snuck into the kitchen to sniff appreciatively at the food that's being prepared, and also to see if she can spot anyone she knows. She's been careful to avoid the security cameras along the way, of course, and she isn't planning to stay for long-- just long enough to say hello, pick up a bite or two, and scamper out.

She still doesn't have much of an appetite these days, though her stomach certainly growls at some of that food. But why are there gumpaste fairies on the cupcakes? And does that cake look like--? No, no she won't ask. ]

[hisdiscretion]

[Giving off a faint glow, Franz rather fits into the crowd. He's wearing the suit he received from the Core as a gift - his suit with the brown lily print in its odd iridiscent fabric. He's here at the party as makeshift damage control, and in spite of the whole thing being a gigantic mess from a security standpoint, so far everything else has gone off without a hitch. It feels a lot like the parties back in Paris and on Luna with all the drunkenness and pairing off in dark corners.

He is drinking a single glass of wine, and looking rather bored doing it.]

[rapturescreed]

[He's only going to talk to Franz through the earpieces right now; like hell he wants to actually come out of his office for this.]

Is Mr. Bonnefoy still taking bets in the kitchen?

[hisdiscretion]

[Franz chuckles.] I believe he is. Did you want me to break it up, or place a bet for you?

[rapturescreed]

As long as he doesn't directly interfere with the wedding, I can hardly tell him now.

[Hums thoughtfully.] Put me down for four months.