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On the 9th day of Christmas my not-so-true-love gave to me - the awkward experience of kissing a stranger. Ladies and gents welcome to our AU Event for this Aeipathy Advent! The rules are simple. Sign up one, two or all of your characters in the #mistletoe-and-wine channel in the Games section on Discord and your character is instantly in the room/hall dedicated to this event. The world is AU and modern day but the characters have the same connections - familial, betrothals, marriage etc. The event is for charity and is basically a kissing booth (don't worry y'all - copious amounts of wine is on offer too, if you need a little dutch courage!). Here's how it works: An individual is selected to be the first offering at the kissing booth. From the sign ups a random name is selected to be the first taker. Then they become the 'kisser' and the next person is selected randomly to kiss them in return. Ergo, everyone gets two snogs in quick succession and people can be selected more than once to go up and lock lips with someone whom they haven't already. You get to decide just how forward or chaste your characters are with their kisses, based on their historical background and personal story (or how drunk they are by this point). Any character can step up and end a kiss that they think is going on too long (cue, jealous boyfriends and husbands) and everyone can post at any time interacting at the bar or whistling their encouragement (for example). We would like to get this game completed unlike some of our other AU games, so please note that your posts can be wonderfully short and concise where and how you wish them to be. Normal post expectations do not apply here. If you think you'd be interested in sacrificing your character beneath the mistletoe, make sure to sign them up by name (so we know which of your characters you are nomming) in the appropriate Discord channel. This event will officially begin tomorrow where I shall post with one of my (JD's) characters to start off the proceedings. Get your sign ups in!
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On the 9th day of Christmas my not-so-true-love gave to me - the awkward experience of kissing a stranger. Ladies and gents welcome to our AU Event for this Aeipathy Advent! The rules are simple. Sign up one, two or all of your characters in the #mistletoe-and-wine channel in the Games section on Discord and your character is instantly in the room/hall dedicated to this event. The world is AU and modern day but the characters have the same connections - familial, betrothals, marriage etc. The event is for charity and is basically a kissing booth (don't worry y'all - copious amounts of wine is on offer too, if you need a little dutch courage!). Here's how it works: An individual is selected to be the first offering at the kissing booth. From the sign ups a random name is selected to be the first taker. Then they become the 'kisser' and the next person is selected randomly to kiss them in return. Ergo, everyone gets two snogs in quick succession and people can be selected more than once to go up and lock lips with someone whom they haven't already. You get to decide just how forward or chaste your characters are with their kisses, based on their historical background and personal story (or how drunk they are by this point). Any character can step up and end a kiss that they think is going on too long (cue, jealous boyfriends and husbands) and everyone can post at any time interacting at the bar or whistling their encouragement (for example). We would like to get this game completed unlike some of our other AU games, so please note that your posts can be wonderfully short and concise where and how you wish them to be. Normal post expectations do not apply here. If you think you'd be interested in sacrificing your character beneath the mistletoe, make sure to sign them up by name (so we know which of your characters you are nomming) in the appropriate Discord channel. This event will officially begin tomorrow where I shall post with one of my (JD's) characters to start off the proceedings. Get your sign ups in!
Mistletoe and Wine Event - AU
On the 9th day of Christmas my not-so-true-love gave to me - the awkward experience of kissing a stranger. Ladies and gents welcome to our AU Event for this Aeipathy Advent! The rules are simple. Sign up one, two or all of your characters in the #mistletoe-and-wine channel in the Games section on Discord and your character is instantly in the room/hall dedicated to this event. The world is AU and modern day but the characters have the same connections - familial, betrothals, marriage etc. The event is for charity and is basically a kissing booth (don't worry y'all - copious amounts of wine is on offer too, if you need a little dutch courage!). Here's how it works: An individual is selected to be the first offering at the kissing booth. From the sign ups a random name is selected to be the first taker. Then they become the 'kisser' and the next person is selected randomly to kiss them in return. Ergo, everyone gets two snogs in quick succession and people can be selected more than once to go up and lock lips with someone whom they haven't already. You get to decide just how forward or chaste your characters are with their kisses, based on their historical background and personal story (or how drunk they are by this point). Any character can step up and end a kiss that they think is going on too long (cue, jealous boyfriends and husbands) and everyone can post at any time interacting at the bar or whistling their encouragement (for example). We would like to get this game completed unlike some of our other AU games, so please note that your posts can be wonderfully short and concise where and how you wish them to be. Normal post expectations do not apply here. If you think you'd be interested in sacrificing your character beneath the mistletoe, make sure to sign them up by name (so we know which of your characters you are nomming) in the appropriate Discord channel. This event will officially begin tomorrow where I shall post with one of my (JD's) characters to start off the proceedings. Get your sign ups in!
Looking about the place and surprised at the scale that the big-wigs had managed to arrange for such an event, Neena shoved her thumbs into the back pockets of a skinnies and looked about the place, her lower lip jutting out in an expression that read - 'not bad... not bad...'. Leaning back to look up towards the high vaulted ceilings, the toe of her all-stars rising to point towards the roof, Neena spied a structure that spoke to something that might have once been a church. Though, it had been done up nicely with modern sheets of glass and white that turned the ancient shell of the building into a chic focal point of beauty.
The crowds about the place were less interested in the architecture and appeared to be more concerned instead with the bar and its open tab - a fair compromise given that it cost fifty bucks to enter the place and every 'kiss' of the event was an extra five.
Distracted by the way in which the tenders worked the cocktails and entertained the patrons, familiar herself with the ways of a vagabond server and performer, she didn't initially hear right when her name was called over the crowds. As part of the entrance fee, all names were placed into a computer system that called out over the heads of the people, reverberating in the alcoves of the ceiling and summoning the lucky (or potentially unlucky) being to the staging area at the far end of the room, where two tall stools were set up, facing one another.
'Neena Zaire...' Came the announcement again and Neena hurried forwards, eager not to be a pain in the petooty at an event for a good cause.
She jingled a little as she went, given that her white vest top was pulled low over her bum and chains of little bells and charms were looped over it around her hips. It was Christmas after all - bells were part of the fun!
Finding her way to the stage and jumping up the steps, her tread light and open for some fun, Neena's hair - purple in tone and woven into her curling cresses, fell over her shoulders in only the way a brand new do could and she brushed it back with her fingers as she took her seat upon one of the stalls.
She braced her hands upon the seat, between her thighs and her shoes hooked into the bars of the stool, knees parted and her gaze searching out into the crowds as she waited for a second name to be called, her lower lip pulled between her teeth in a childlike smile of enthusiasm.
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Looking about the place and surprised at the scale that the big-wigs had managed to arrange for such an event, Neena shoved her thumbs into the back pockets of a skinnies and looked about the place, her lower lip jutting out in an expression that read - 'not bad... not bad...'. Leaning back to look up towards the high vaulted ceilings, the toe of her all-stars rising to point towards the roof, Neena spied a structure that spoke to something that might have once been a church. Though, it had been done up nicely with modern sheets of glass and white that turned the ancient shell of the building into a chic focal point of beauty.
The crowds about the place were less interested in the architecture and appeared to be more concerned instead with the bar and its open tab - a fair compromise given that it cost fifty bucks to enter the place and every 'kiss' of the event was an extra five.
Distracted by the way in which the tenders worked the cocktails and entertained the patrons, familiar herself with the ways of a vagabond server and performer, she didn't initially hear right when her name was called over the crowds. As part of the entrance fee, all names were placed into a computer system that called out over the heads of the people, reverberating in the alcoves of the ceiling and summoning the lucky (or potentially unlucky) being to the staging area at the far end of the room, where two tall stools were set up, facing one another.
'Neena Zaire...' Came the announcement again and Neena hurried forwards, eager not to be a pain in the petooty at an event for a good cause.
She jingled a little as she went, given that her white vest top was pulled low over her bum and chains of little bells and charms were looped over it around her hips. It was Christmas after all - bells were part of the fun!
Finding her way to the stage and jumping up the steps, her tread light and open for some fun, Neena's hair - purple in tone and woven into her curling cresses, fell over her shoulders in only the way a brand new do could and she brushed it back with her fingers as she took her seat upon one of the stalls.
She braced her hands upon the seat, between her thighs and her shoes hooked into the bars of the stool, knees parted and her gaze searching out into the crowds as she waited for a second name to be called, her lower lip pulled between her teeth in a childlike smile of enthusiasm.
Looking about the place and surprised at the scale that the big-wigs had managed to arrange for such an event, Neena shoved her thumbs into the back pockets of a skinnies and looked about the place, her lower lip jutting out in an expression that read - 'not bad... not bad...'. Leaning back to look up towards the high vaulted ceilings, the toe of her all-stars rising to point towards the roof, Neena spied a structure that spoke to something that might have once been a church. Though, it had been done up nicely with modern sheets of glass and white that turned the ancient shell of the building into a chic focal point of beauty.
The crowds about the place were less interested in the architecture and appeared to be more concerned instead with the bar and its open tab - a fair compromise given that it cost fifty bucks to enter the place and every 'kiss' of the event was an extra five.
Distracted by the way in which the tenders worked the cocktails and entertained the patrons, familiar herself with the ways of a vagabond server and performer, she didn't initially hear right when her name was called over the crowds. As part of the entrance fee, all names were placed into a computer system that called out over the heads of the people, reverberating in the alcoves of the ceiling and summoning the lucky (or potentially unlucky) being to the staging area at the far end of the room, where two tall stools were set up, facing one another.
'Neena Zaire...' Came the announcement again and Neena hurried forwards, eager not to be a pain in the petooty at an event for a good cause.
She jingled a little as she went, given that her white vest top was pulled low over her bum and chains of little bells and charms were looped over it around her hips. It was Christmas after all - bells were part of the fun!
Finding her way to the stage and jumping up the steps, her tread light and open for some fun, Neena's hair - purple in tone and woven into her curling cresses, fell over her shoulders in only the way a brand new do could and she brushed it back with her fingers as she took her seat upon one of the stalls.
She braced her hands upon the seat, between her thighs and her shoes hooked into the bars of the stool, knees parted and her gaze searching out into the crowds as she waited for a second name to be called, her lower lip pulled between her teeth in a childlike smile of enthusiasm.
Mihail did not think his family had ever been particularly partial to charity, but that did not mean he was not in attendance at this particular event. He adored wine, and he didn't mind kissing all that much either, (even if he did have specific individuals with which he was far more inclined to want to lock lips), and it hadn't been a difficult decision to cough up the fifty it cost for entry. He had first sidled across to the bar - as, it seemed, most were doing - and ordered himself a mulled wine cocktail, thinking it vaguely kept up with the time of year.
At least something did, because the youngest Thanasi had barely made a Christmassy effort with the rest of his clothes. Sure, his nails had been dipped in a deep crimson shade, which matched the scarlet tone of his shirt and the vermilion soles of his boots, but, past that, his outfit showed no signs of caring for the festive season.
He had been distracted at the open bar, shamelessly flirting with the cute bartender in his round tortoiseshell glasses, despite how occupied the man appeared, when his name was called. As entertained by his coquetries as he had been, Mihail wasted no time in sliding from his seat, directing himself towards the stools on the other side of the room, where he could already see someone was waiting. She was cute but, then again, he tended to find everyone cute in some way or another.
"Hey, I'm Mimi," he greeted her as he positioned himself on the stool across from her, one leg crossed over the other as he moved in closer. "Don't worry, I'm super great at this." Whether or not that was strictly true, Mihail wasn't sure, but he had a sufficient amount of experience to back it up, so he thought. It didn't quite make up for the inherent awkwardness of the situation, but Mihail didn't care, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips, because he supposed he could be kind sometimes, and, besides, he didn't like to start things out too rough.
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Mihail did not think his family had ever been particularly partial to charity, but that did not mean he was not in attendance at this particular event. He adored wine, and he didn't mind kissing all that much either, (even if he did have specific individuals with which he was far more inclined to want to lock lips), and it hadn't been a difficult decision to cough up the fifty it cost for entry. He had first sidled across to the bar - as, it seemed, most were doing - and ordered himself a mulled wine cocktail, thinking it vaguely kept up with the time of year.
At least something did, because the youngest Thanasi had barely made a Christmassy effort with the rest of his clothes. Sure, his nails had been dipped in a deep crimson shade, which matched the scarlet tone of his shirt and the vermilion soles of his boots, but, past that, his outfit showed no signs of caring for the festive season.
He had been distracted at the open bar, shamelessly flirting with the cute bartender in his round tortoiseshell glasses, despite how occupied the man appeared, when his name was called. As entertained by his coquetries as he had been, Mihail wasted no time in sliding from his seat, directing himself towards the stools on the other side of the room, where he could already see someone was waiting. She was cute but, then again, he tended to find everyone cute in some way or another.
"Hey, I'm Mimi," he greeted her as he positioned himself on the stool across from her, one leg crossed over the other as he moved in closer. "Don't worry, I'm super great at this." Whether or not that was strictly true, Mihail wasn't sure, but he had a sufficient amount of experience to back it up, so he thought. It didn't quite make up for the inherent awkwardness of the situation, but Mihail didn't care, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips, because he supposed he could be kind sometimes, and, besides, he didn't like to start things out too rough.
Mihail did not think his family had ever been particularly partial to charity, but that did not mean he was not in attendance at this particular event. He adored wine, and he didn't mind kissing all that much either, (even if he did have specific individuals with which he was far more inclined to want to lock lips), and it hadn't been a difficult decision to cough up the fifty it cost for entry. He had first sidled across to the bar - as, it seemed, most were doing - and ordered himself a mulled wine cocktail, thinking it vaguely kept up with the time of year.
At least something did, because the youngest Thanasi had barely made a Christmassy effort with the rest of his clothes. Sure, his nails had been dipped in a deep crimson shade, which matched the scarlet tone of his shirt and the vermilion soles of his boots, but, past that, his outfit showed no signs of caring for the festive season.
He had been distracted at the open bar, shamelessly flirting with the cute bartender in his round tortoiseshell glasses, despite how occupied the man appeared, when his name was called. As entertained by his coquetries as he had been, Mihail wasted no time in sliding from his seat, directing himself towards the stools on the other side of the room, where he could already see someone was waiting. She was cute but, then again, he tended to find everyone cute in some way or another.
"Hey, I'm Mimi," he greeted her as he positioned himself on the stool across from her, one leg crossed over the other as he moved in closer. "Don't worry, I'm super great at this." Whether or not that was strictly true, Mihail wasn't sure, but he had a sufficient amount of experience to back it up, so he thought. It didn't quite make up for the inherent awkwardness of the situation, but Mihail didn't care, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her lips, because he supposed he could be kind sometimes, and, besides, he didn't like to start things out too rough.
Neena instantly liked the young man who was summoned at the next call to join her on the stools. And it had nothing to do with an appearance that she could see others finding attractive even if she did not. Instead, she liked the fact that he clearly lived by his own rules and dressed with the same stylish devil-may-care-for-social-convention attitude. His red soles, her purple weave... she felt as if there was a sense of kinship there...
With his assurances that he was 'good at this', Neena merely rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner at the arrogance of such a claim and then leaned in to perform her civic duty for charity and offered the young man a soft kiss in return for his own. The touch lingered for a heartbeat and then they were parted - a locking of lips that was fairly tame and chaste for the occasion.
With a quick smile, a two finger salute from her forehead and a hopping down from the height of her stool that was a little on the tall side for one as small as Neena, the first kissing partner of the night vacated her spot for another to take.
In doing so, she was offered a piece of Christmas novelty and instantly selected from a large box a pair of reindeer antlers in fuzzy felt and positioned the head band in place.
She descended form the stage feeling monumentally more seasonal than when she had first taken her spot and turned towards the bar, listening out for the next name that her kissing partner would now be forced to turn to and play her role to them.
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Neena instantly liked the young man who was summoned at the next call to join her on the stools. And it had nothing to do with an appearance that she could see others finding attractive even if she did not. Instead, she liked the fact that he clearly lived by his own rules and dressed with the same stylish devil-may-care-for-social-convention attitude. His red soles, her purple weave... she felt as if there was a sense of kinship there...
With his assurances that he was 'good at this', Neena merely rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner at the arrogance of such a claim and then leaned in to perform her civic duty for charity and offered the young man a soft kiss in return for his own. The touch lingered for a heartbeat and then they were parted - a locking of lips that was fairly tame and chaste for the occasion.
With a quick smile, a two finger salute from her forehead and a hopping down from the height of her stool that was a little on the tall side for one as small as Neena, the first kissing partner of the night vacated her spot for another to take.
In doing so, she was offered a piece of Christmas novelty and instantly selected from a large box a pair of reindeer antlers in fuzzy felt and positioned the head band in place.
She descended form the stage feeling monumentally more seasonal than when she had first taken her spot and turned towards the bar, listening out for the next name that her kissing partner would now be forced to turn to and play her role to them.
Neena instantly liked the young man who was summoned at the next call to join her on the stools. And it had nothing to do with an appearance that she could see others finding attractive even if she did not. Instead, she liked the fact that he clearly lived by his own rules and dressed with the same stylish devil-may-care-for-social-convention attitude. His red soles, her purple weave... she felt as if there was a sense of kinship there...
With his assurances that he was 'good at this', Neena merely rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner at the arrogance of such a claim and then leaned in to perform her civic duty for charity and offered the young man a soft kiss in return for his own. The touch lingered for a heartbeat and then they were parted - a locking of lips that was fairly tame and chaste for the occasion.
With a quick smile, a two finger salute from her forehead and a hopping down from the height of her stool that was a little on the tall side for one as small as Neena, the first kissing partner of the night vacated her spot for another to take.
In doing so, she was offered a piece of Christmas novelty and instantly selected from a large box a pair of reindeer antlers in fuzzy felt and positioned the head band in place.
She descended form the stage feeling monumentally more seasonal than when she had first taken her spot and turned towards the bar, listening out for the next name that her kissing partner would now be forced to turn to and play her role to them.
Curveball Mistletoe and Wine
Next Kisser: @vasia
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Vasia had not wanted to come. It was not exactly her idea of entertainment and she’d had to cry off work early to get over here in time. There had been no time to change even so she’d just she’d the jacket and folded it over her bag, undone a couple of buttons on the crisp shirt and slicked on some lipstick. Which would be staying precisely where it was put because whilst she had agreed to keep her friend company and happily donated the money to the charity of the night, she was not kissing anyone.
A fact that she reminded her friend of as she pulled out the cash to pay for two espresso martinis and passed one of the drinks to her. “ I have to leave in forty minutes to make the theatre” she said as well, setting her boundaries and the expectations of the night. Because Beth had that look her in eye that promised she’d be trying to buy shots and pretend they were still in college in half an hour’s time and Vasia wasn’t having any of it.
She’d just taken her first sip of the martini, savouring the slight bitterness, when Beth clapped a hand over mouth and was staring at her like she’d grown another head.
“What?” The blonde asked, following her friend’s gaze to where to her horror she her name flashing across a screen above their heads.
“You put my name down!? I told you no!” But it seemed Beth was innocent and in had been Vasia’s one hurrying past the check in that had left her naive to the workings of the event. Oh hell. She was going to have to go through with it. Shooting daggers at her giggling friend, Vasia handed off her bag and set down her drink on the bar. The guy on the stage must’ve kissed someone else already, she surmised, but as Vasia climbed gingerly on to the stool opposite and tucked the spindly length of one heel behind the crossbar she tried to put that from her mind.
“Hi” She forced a bright smile that showed white teeth behind bold red painted lips, and extended a hand toward the young man for him to shake. “Vasia. Shall we get this done?”
His lips were softer than she expected,and hers tasted of coffee and vodka, along with the slight sweet powdery lipstick pigment that Mihail would now be wearing as a trophy.
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Vasia had not wanted to come. It was not exactly her idea of entertainment and she’d had to cry off work early to get over here in time. There had been no time to change even so she’d just she’d the jacket and folded it over her bag, undone a couple of buttons on the crisp shirt and slicked on some lipstick. Which would be staying precisely where it was put because whilst she had agreed to keep her friend company and happily donated the money to the charity of the night, she was not kissing anyone.
A fact that she reminded her friend of as she pulled out the cash to pay for two espresso martinis and passed one of the drinks to her. “ I have to leave in forty minutes to make the theatre” she said as well, setting her boundaries and the expectations of the night. Because Beth had that look her in eye that promised she’d be trying to buy shots and pretend they were still in college in half an hour’s time and Vasia wasn’t having any of it.
She’d just taken her first sip of the martini, savouring the slight bitterness, when Beth clapped a hand over mouth and was staring at her like she’d grown another head.
“What?” The blonde asked, following her friend’s gaze to where to her horror she her name flashing across a screen above their heads.
“You put my name down!? I told you no!” But it seemed Beth was innocent and in had been Vasia’s one hurrying past the check in that had left her naive to the workings of the event. Oh hell. She was going to have to go through with it. Shooting daggers at her giggling friend, Vasia handed off her bag and set down her drink on the bar. The guy on the stage must’ve kissed someone else already, she surmised, but as Vasia climbed gingerly on to the stool opposite and tucked the spindly length of one heel behind the crossbar she tried to put that from her mind.
“Hi” She forced a bright smile that showed white teeth behind bold red painted lips, and extended a hand toward the young man for him to shake. “Vasia. Shall we get this done?”
His lips were softer than she expected,and hers tasted of coffee and vodka, along with the slight sweet powdery lipstick pigment that Mihail would now be wearing as a trophy.
Vasia had not wanted to come. It was not exactly her idea of entertainment and she’d had to cry off work early to get over here in time. There had been no time to change even so she’d just she’d the jacket and folded it over her bag, undone a couple of buttons on the crisp shirt and slicked on some lipstick. Which would be staying precisely where it was put because whilst she had agreed to keep her friend company and happily donated the money to the charity of the night, she was not kissing anyone.
A fact that she reminded her friend of as she pulled out the cash to pay for two espresso martinis and passed one of the drinks to her. “ I have to leave in forty minutes to make the theatre” she said as well, setting her boundaries and the expectations of the night. Because Beth had that look her in eye that promised she’d be trying to buy shots and pretend they were still in college in half an hour’s time and Vasia wasn’t having any of it.
She’d just taken her first sip of the martini, savouring the slight bitterness, when Beth clapped a hand over mouth and was staring at her like she’d grown another head.
“What?” The blonde asked, following her friend’s gaze to where to her horror she her name flashing across a screen above their heads.
“You put my name down!? I told you no!” But it seemed Beth was innocent and in had been Vasia’s one hurrying past the check in that had left her naive to the workings of the event. Oh hell. She was going to have to go through with it. Shooting daggers at her giggling friend, Vasia handed off her bag and set down her drink on the bar. The guy on the stage must’ve kissed someone else already, she surmised, but as Vasia climbed gingerly on to the stool opposite and tucked the spindly length of one heel behind the crossbar she tried to put that from her mind.
“Hi” She forced a bright smile that showed white teeth behind bold red painted lips, and extended a hand toward the young man for him to shake. “Vasia. Shall we get this done?”
His lips were softer than she expected,and hers tasted of coffee and vodka, along with the slight sweet powdery lipstick pigment that Mihail would now be wearing as a trophy.
The kiss was a gentle one, and, although Mihail could have gotten far more intimate, he enjoyed it. He hadn't thought he'd get anything drastically exciting out of the evening, that much was for sure, so the briefness and softness of the returned kiss were expected, and he nodded his head in response to her salute. Truth be told, he had almost expected to end up with some nightmarish individual as his pair, and it had been a reassurance to see otherwise.
When she had disappeared back in the ground, he sat up straight again, glancing over the people mingling around the room as if to try and guess who would be his next partner. There were a few individuals he could imagine himself planting a kiss on (certainly some he could already imagine in his bed!) and very few that he wouldn't want sitting on the stool across from himself. The name called over the speaker was not one he could easily fit to a face amongst the masses, and he drummed his fingers lightly on the leather leg of his trousers.
The girl who appeared seemed awkward, as if this wasn't a situation in which she wanted to find herself, and Mihail could not understand why anyone would enter an event where they knew this would be a part of the deal, if they were uninterested. "Mimi," he replied, feeling the smile on his lips was far more genuine than hers, shaking her hand lightly. "Yes, of course." He leaned into the kiss as she did, almost equally gentle to the last one.
"A pleasure to meet you," he told her once they were done, standing from his chair. "Now, I have a meeting with a particular bartender, though I think you've left me needing to fix my lipstick." Mihail offered her another smile and stepped away from the stage to sidle back towards the open bar, selecting a pair of cute and yet seemingly misplaced glittery devil horns from the individual holding out a box of Christmas memorabilia and headbands. It may well have been a holiday, but that didn't mean he had to look ridiculous, and moral ambiguity was far more his style.
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The kiss was a gentle one, and, although Mihail could have gotten far more intimate, he enjoyed it. He hadn't thought he'd get anything drastically exciting out of the evening, that much was for sure, so the briefness and softness of the returned kiss were expected, and he nodded his head in response to her salute. Truth be told, he had almost expected to end up with some nightmarish individual as his pair, and it had been a reassurance to see otherwise.
When she had disappeared back in the ground, he sat up straight again, glancing over the people mingling around the room as if to try and guess who would be his next partner. There were a few individuals he could imagine himself planting a kiss on (certainly some he could already imagine in his bed!) and very few that he wouldn't want sitting on the stool across from himself. The name called over the speaker was not one he could easily fit to a face amongst the masses, and he drummed his fingers lightly on the leather leg of his trousers.
The girl who appeared seemed awkward, as if this wasn't a situation in which she wanted to find herself, and Mihail could not understand why anyone would enter an event where they knew this would be a part of the deal, if they were uninterested. "Mimi," he replied, feeling the smile on his lips was far more genuine than hers, shaking her hand lightly. "Yes, of course." He leaned into the kiss as she did, almost equally gentle to the last one.
"A pleasure to meet you," he told her once they were done, standing from his chair. "Now, I have a meeting with a particular bartender, though I think you've left me needing to fix my lipstick." Mihail offered her another smile and stepped away from the stage to sidle back towards the open bar, selecting a pair of cute and yet seemingly misplaced glittery devil horns from the individual holding out a box of Christmas memorabilia and headbands. It may well have been a holiday, but that didn't mean he had to look ridiculous, and moral ambiguity was far more his style.
The kiss was a gentle one, and, although Mihail could have gotten far more intimate, he enjoyed it. He hadn't thought he'd get anything drastically exciting out of the evening, that much was for sure, so the briefness and softness of the returned kiss were expected, and he nodded his head in response to her salute. Truth be told, he had almost expected to end up with some nightmarish individual as his pair, and it had been a reassurance to see otherwise.
When she had disappeared back in the ground, he sat up straight again, glancing over the people mingling around the room as if to try and guess who would be his next partner. There were a few individuals he could imagine himself planting a kiss on (certainly some he could already imagine in his bed!) and very few that he wouldn't want sitting on the stool across from himself. The name called over the speaker was not one he could easily fit to a face amongst the masses, and he drummed his fingers lightly on the leather leg of his trousers.
The girl who appeared seemed awkward, as if this wasn't a situation in which she wanted to find herself, and Mihail could not understand why anyone would enter an event where they knew this would be a part of the deal, if they were uninterested. "Mimi," he replied, feeling the smile on his lips was far more genuine than hers, shaking her hand lightly. "Yes, of course." He leaned into the kiss as she did, almost equally gentle to the last one.
"A pleasure to meet you," he told her once they were done, standing from his chair. "Now, I have a meeting with a particular bartender, though I think you've left me needing to fix my lipstick." Mihail offered her another smile and stepped away from the stage to sidle back towards the open bar, selecting a pair of cute and yet seemingly misplaced glittery devil horns from the individual holding out a box of Christmas memorabilia and headbands. It may well have been a holiday, but that didn't mean he had to look ridiculous, and moral ambiguity was far more his style.
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Giving back to charity was something that he was very willing to do- especially if it involved kissing. Meaning, of course, that the kissing booth was *entirely perfect.* Adrestus was rather looking forward to it, even though he was not entirely sure just who would be there. Adrestus dressed his best, though in a style that would only fit him. This meant, then, his outfit included dark jeans, black leather boots, a silky cloud white shirt that said boldly, “Save the Whales,” and short cut brown hair that was brushed back from his face. His lips were brightly placed in a smile as he headed straight to the open bar. He grabbed a glass of beer, before chatting lightly with the people around him. He was in a light hearted mood, and the beer enhanced this even more.
He heard his name called, and Adrestus quickly got up from his seat. A smirk appeard on his face as he walked towards the stage and saw Vasia. He didn’t particularly know her, but for a charity event, it didn’t really matter. Adrestus was prepared to kiss anyone. It wasn’t like he was in a relationship anymore… He put thoughts of his ex out of his head as he offered his hand towards Vasia, and his eyes shimmered in playfulness. “You’re so beautiful.” He complimented, trying to be nice. “I’m Adrestus, by the way.” Since he didn’t know her, he didn’t want to go right into the kiss… as that seemed rude. “Ready?” He inquired, raising a brow before moving closer to her. Another moment passed, before he finally leaned over towards her and placed his lips against hers in a soft yet confident kiss. He took his time with it, simply enjoying the moment.
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Giving back to charity was something that he was very willing to do- especially if it involved kissing. Meaning, of course, that the kissing booth was *entirely perfect.* Adrestus was rather looking forward to it, even though he was not entirely sure just who would be there. Adrestus dressed his best, though in a style that would only fit him. This meant, then, his outfit included dark jeans, black leather boots, a silky cloud white shirt that said boldly, “Save the Whales,” and short cut brown hair that was brushed back from his face. His lips were brightly placed in a smile as he headed straight to the open bar. He grabbed a glass of beer, before chatting lightly with the people around him. He was in a light hearted mood, and the beer enhanced this even more.
He heard his name called, and Adrestus quickly got up from his seat. A smirk appeard on his face as he walked towards the stage and saw Vasia. He didn’t particularly know her, but for a charity event, it didn’t really matter. Adrestus was prepared to kiss anyone. It wasn’t like he was in a relationship anymore… He put thoughts of his ex out of his head as he offered his hand towards Vasia, and his eyes shimmered in playfulness. “You’re so beautiful.” He complimented, trying to be nice. “I’m Adrestus, by the way.” Since he didn’t know her, he didn’t want to go right into the kiss… as that seemed rude. “Ready?” He inquired, raising a brow before moving closer to her. Another moment passed, before he finally leaned over towards her and placed his lips against hers in a soft yet confident kiss. He took his time with it, simply enjoying the moment.
Giving back to charity was something that he was very willing to do- especially if it involved kissing. Meaning, of course, that the kissing booth was *entirely perfect.* Adrestus was rather looking forward to it, even though he was not entirely sure just who would be there. Adrestus dressed his best, though in a style that would only fit him. This meant, then, his outfit included dark jeans, black leather boots, a silky cloud white shirt that said boldly, “Save the Whales,” and short cut brown hair that was brushed back from his face. His lips were brightly placed in a smile as he headed straight to the open bar. He grabbed a glass of beer, before chatting lightly with the people around him. He was in a light hearted mood, and the beer enhanced this even more.
He heard his name called, and Adrestus quickly got up from his seat. A smirk appeard on his face as he walked towards the stage and saw Vasia. He didn’t particularly know her, but for a charity event, it didn’t really matter. Adrestus was prepared to kiss anyone. It wasn’t like he was in a relationship anymore… He put thoughts of his ex out of his head as he offered his hand towards Vasia, and his eyes shimmered in playfulness. “You’re so beautiful.” He complimented, trying to be nice. “I’m Adrestus, by the way.” Since he didn’t know her, he didn’t want to go right into the kiss… as that seemed rude. “Ready?” He inquired, raising a brow before moving closer to her. Another moment passed, before he finally leaned over towards her and placed his lips against hers in a soft yet confident kiss. He took his time with it, simply enjoying the moment.
Saro hadn't planned on coming to this event, he had better things to do with his time. Charity events weren't exactly his thing, nor was it something his friends would partake in, no matter how much free alcohol was available. And yet, there he was, rolling up on his Harley Davidson Street Glide. He parked the bike at the back of the parking lot and cut the engine, sitting there for just a moment as he stared at the building. He'd heard tell that his ex would be there, the one that broke his heart with nothing but a note before disappearing on him.
He put his kickstand out, making sure the bike was balanced before swinging his leg over and heading towards the door. His long hair was tied back in a braid to keep the wind from tangling it, and he wore a simple pair of black jeans, black leather biking boots, a slightly tattered black t-shirt, and to top it off he wore his usual leather jacket, the patches for his biker gang "Arisen Death" large and obvious on the back of it.
He stepped into the building and looked around, spotting Adrestus just in time to see him kissing someone. He felt his anger flare up, but reminded himself that it was part of the charity event. Until the kiss lingered... too long, way too long.
"I think that ought to do it." He called out, clearly fuming as his brown eyes focused on his ex, fighting the urge to go over there and physically break up the kiss.
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Saro hadn't planned on coming to this event, he had better things to do with his time. Charity events weren't exactly his thing, nor was it something his friends would partake in, no matter how much free alcohol was available. And yet, there he was, rolling up on his Harley Davidson Street Glide. He parked the bike at the back of the parking lot and cut the engine, sitting there for just a moment as he stared at the building. He'd heard tell that his ex would be there, the one that broke his heart with nothing but a note before disappearing on him.
He put his kickstand out, making sure the bike was balanced before swinging his leg over and heading towards the door. His long hair was tied back in a braid to keep the wind from tangling it, and he wore a simple pair of black jeans, black leather biking boots, a slightly tattered black t-shirt, and to top it off he wore his usual leather jacket, the patches for his biker gang "Arisen Death" large and obvious on the back of it.
He stepped into the building and looked around, spotting Adrestus just in time to see him kissing someone. He felt his anger flare up, but reminded himself that it was part of the charity event. Until the kiss lingered... too long, way too long.
"I think that ought to do it." He called out, clearly fuming as his brown eyes focused on his ex, fighting the urge to go over there and physically break up the kiss.
Saro hadn't planned on coming to this event, he had better things to do with his time. Charity events weren't exactly his thing, nor was it something his friends would partake in, no matter how much free alcohol was available. And yet, there he was, rolling up on his Harley Davidson Street Glide. He parked the bike at the back of the parking lot and cut the engine, sitting there for just a moment as he stared at the building. He'd heard tell that his ex would be there, the one that broke his heart with nothing but a note before disappearing on him.
He put his kickstand out, making sure the bike was balanced before swinging his leg over and heading towards the door. His long hair was tied back in a braid to keep the wind from tangling it, and he wore a simple pair of black jeans, black leather biking boots, a slightly tattered black t-shirt, and to top it off he wore his usual leather jacket, the patches for his biker gang "Arisen Death" large and obvious on the back of it.
He stepped into the building and looked around, spotting Adrestus just in time to see him kissing someone. He felt his anger flare up, but reminded himself that it was part of the charity event. Until the kiss lingered... too long, way too long.
"I think that ought to do it." He called out, clearly fuming as his brown eyes focused on his ex, fighting the urge to go over there and physically break up the kiss.
Timaeus had mixed feelings about this event, to say the least… but wasn’t that to be expected when you were head over heels for someone you’d have to watch total strangers lock lips with?
He didn’t know what the gods were thinking when they had decided that he would pine over the likes of Nana of Leventi. He was almost sure that it was destined to be a disaster from the start and if he was lucky; his affections for her would be nothing more than a whirlwind romance from start to finish. It would be no different than any of his flings during the cross-country road trip that had marked his younger years. Hell, he would have considered himself lucky if he managed to snag a kiss from the blonde bombshell. Her high standards were well-known after and the Valaoritis family just simply didn’t live up to the astronomical expectations the ambitious Leventi family had.
But he had indeed gotten lucky. For a brief moment, Nana seemed to be just as crazy about him as he was for her. It had been a miracle when she had agreed to go on a date with him, something he had thought of being an impossibility beforehand. Their date had been lovely too… before it ended in total disaster when she learned that his family was not as prestigious as she thought it was.
Now he was here, at a charity event, praying to every god that he could think of that the two of them would get chosen to kiss. Maybe that way he could convince her to look past the name and titles he bore to give him a second chance. That’s all he needed, after all. A second chance.
As the names started to be drawn, Timaeus couldn’t help the feeling of anxiety crawl up within him as he kept hoping that Nana wouldn’t be selected. He couldn’t bear the thought of her kissing another man. Tim didn’t want to see the writing on the wall while he still thought he had a fighting chance. That was why Tim clung close to the bar, nursing a beer as his eyes kept darting around the room, searching for the blonde. He seemed to blend in a bit with his simple brown leather jacket, white t-shirt, and well-worn jeans as nobody paid him much mind… well except for his old childhood enemy Mihail who was positive that he caught staring at him multiple times throughout the evening. He didn’t know what the twerp wanted, but Timmy was certainly not in the mood for whatever the witch spawn had up his sleeve.
All thoughts of Nana and Mihail disappeared from his mind though when he heard his close friend, Adrestus, get called up to smooch Vasia. Timaeus had no idea his old friend was at the event, but that didn’t stop him from wolf-whistling as his friend made it up to the staged and leaned in for one hell of a kiss. “ Go get ‘em, Tiger!” Timaeus yelled from the bar in back with the aid of a few drunken whoops of encouragement. For his moment, his worry about his sort-of-ex faded as he shouted joyous words of encouragement for Adre. It was almost perfect.
Until he showed up.
The right, royal prick.
Timaeus’s head turned when the first negative words of the evening bounced through the bar. When his gaze landed on the source of the noise, his ear to ear grin turned into a scowl. Of course, it’s Saro. He just had to ruin all the fun, didn’t he? Timaeus thought bitterly as he turned to the barkeep and quickly paid for the drink he had in his hands. Taking a big swig of it, Timaeus couldn’t help the bitter thoughts forming in his head when it came to Adre’s ex. Granted, Timaeus didn’t know the guy and as far as his friend knew, Tim did not know about their relationship either… but Zeus have mercy the two of them could not have been more obvious if they tired. Saro kept popping up at every location the boys visited during their adventures and Adre became far more giggly whenever he was around. Tim and Sokari had made a game of it actually, seeing who could spot the long-haired wander first. But that suddenly came to a crashing halt. Tim didn’t know what happened between them, but the happy Adrestus disappeared leaving an emotional mess behind. Tim never pried, but the sudden lack of Saro hanging around the men made what had happened more than obvious.
Timaeus was convinced that Saro had broken his best friend’s heart and there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to ruin this night too.
So, beer in hand, Timaeus sauntered over to the other man and said in a forceful tone that made it clear that his ‘suggestion’ was anything but, “ Come off it. Let the boy have his fun” His gaze challenged the man to say anything else, to cause an even bigger scene than he already did. Timaeus sort of wanted Saro to try something so Timaeus could give him a piece of his mind --and maybe even his fist--- for breaking Adre’s heart; an action he was sure to remind the intruder of with his final, cold whisper “ And besides haven’t you hurt him enough.”
Little did he know that he had the story completely wrong, but Saro was more than likely to put the over-protective friend back in his place…
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Timaeus had mixed feelings about this event, to say the least… but wasn’t that to be expected when you were head over heels for someone you’d have to watch total strangers lock lips with?
He didn’t know what the gods were thinking when they had decided that he would pine over the likes of Nana of Leventi. He was almost sure that it was destined to be a disaster from the start and if he was lucky; his affections for her would be nothing more than a whirlwind romance from start to finish. It would be no different than any of his flings during the cross-country road trip that had marked his younger years. Hell, he would have considered himself lucky if he managed to snag a kiss from the blonde bombshell. Her high standards were well-known after and the Valaoritis family just simply didn’t live up to the astronomical expectations the ambitious Leventi family had.
But he had indeed gotten lucky. For a brief moment, Nana seemed to be just as crazy about him as he was for her. It had been a miracle when she had agreed to go on a date with him, something he had thought of being an impossibility beforehand. Their date had been lovely too… before it ended in total disaster when she learned that his family was not as prestigious as she thought it was.
Now he was here, at a charity event, praying to every god that he could think of that the two of them would get chosen to kiss. Maybe that way he could convince her to look past the name and titles he bore to give him a second chance. That’s all he needed, after all. A second chance.
As the names started to be drawn, Timaeus couldn’t help the feeling of anxiety crawl up within him as he kept hoping that Nana wouldn’t be selected. He couldn’t bear the thought of her kissing another man. Tim didn’t want to see the writing on the wall while he still thought he had a fighting chance. That was why Tim clung close to the bar, nursing a beer as his eyes kept darting around the room, searching for the blonde. He seemed to blend in a bit with his simple brown leather jacket, white t-shirt, and well-worn jeans as nobody paid him much mind… well except for his old childhood enemy Mihail who was positive that he caught staring at him multiple times throughout the evening. He didn’t know what the twerp wanted, but Timmy was certainly not in the mood for whatever the witch spawn had up his sleeve.
All thoughts of Nana and Mihail disappeared from his mind though when he heard his close friend, Adrestus, get called up to smooch Vasia. Timaeus had no idea his old friend was at the event, but that didn’t stop him from wolf-whistling as his friend made it up to the staged and leaned in for one hell of a kiss. “ Go get ‘em, Tiger!” Timaeus yelled from the bar in back with the aid of a few drunken whoops of encouragement. For his moment, his worry about his sort-of-ex faded as he shouted joyous words of encouragement for Adre. It was almost perfect.
Until he showed up.
The right, royal prick.
Timaeus’s head turned when the first negative words of the evening bounced through the bar. When his gaze landed on the source of the noise, his ear to ear grin turned into a scowl. Of course, it’s Saro. He just had to ruin all the fun, didn’t he? Timaeus thought bitterly as he turned to the barkeep and quickly paid for the drink he had in his hands. Taking a big swig of it, Timaeus couldn’t help the bitter thoughts forming in his head when it came to Adre’s ex. Granted, Timaeus didn’t know the guy and as far as his friend knew, Tim did not know about their relationship either… but Zeus have mercy the two of them could not have been more obvious if they tired. Saro kept popping up at every location the boys visited during their adventures and Adre became far more giggly whenever he was around. Tim and Sokari had made a game of it actually, seeing who could spot the long-haired wander first. But that suddenly came to a crashing halt. Tim didn’t know what happened between them, but the happy Adrestus disappeared leaving an emotional mess behind. Tim never pried, but the sudden lack of Saro hanging around the men made what had happened more than obvious.
Timaeus was convinced that Saro had broken his best friend’s heart and there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to ruin this night too.
So, beer in hand, Timaeus sauntered over to the other man and said in a forceful tone that made it clear that his ‘suggestion’ was anything but, “ Come off it. Let the boy have his fun” His gaze challenged the man to say anything else, to cause an even bigger scene than he already did. Timaeus sort of wanted Saro to try something so Timaeus could give him a piece of his mind --and maybe even his fist--- for breaking Adre’s heart; an action he was sure to remind the intruder of with his final, cold whisper “ And besides haven’t you hurt him enough.”
Little did he know that he had the story completely wrong, but Saro was more than likely to put the over-protective friend back in his place…
Timaeus had mixed feelings about this event, to say the least… but wasn’t that to be expected when you were head over heels for someone you’d have to watch total strangers lock lips with?
He didn’t know what the gods were thinking when they had decided that he would pine over the likes of Nana of Leventi. He was almost sure that it was destined to be a disaster from the start and if he was lucky; his affections for her would be nothing more than a whirlwind romance from start to finish. It would be no different than any of his flings during the cross-country road trip that had marked his younger years. Hell, he would have considered himself lucky if he managed to snag a kiss from the blonde bombshell. Her high standards were well-known after and the Valaoritis family just simply didn’t live up to the astronomical expectations the ambitious Leventi family had.
But he had indeed gotten lucky. For a brief moment, Nana seemed to be just as crazy about him as he was for her. It had been a miracle when she had agreed to go on a date with him, something he had thought of being an impossibility beforehand. Their date had been lovely too… before it ended in total disaster when she learned that his family was not as prestigious as she thought it was.
Now he was here, at a charity event, praying to every god that he could think of that the two of them would get chosen to kiss. Maybe that way he could convince her to look past the name and titles he bore to give him a second chance. That’s all he needed, after all. A second chance.
As the names started to be drawn, Timaeus couldn’t help the feeling of anxiety crawl up within him as he kept hoping that Nana wouldn’t be selected. He couldn’t bear the thought of her kissing another man. Tim didn’t want to see the writing on the wall while he still thought he had a fighting chance. That was why Tim clung close to the bar, nursing a beer as his eyes kept darting around the room, searching for the blonde. He seemed to blend in a bit with his simple brown leather jacket, white t-shirt, and well-worn jeans as nobody paid him much mind… well except for his old childhood enemy Mihail who was positive that he caught staring at him multiple times throughout the evening. He didn’t know what the twerp wanted, but Timmy was certainly not in the mood for whatever the witch spawn had up his sleeve.
All thoughts of Nana and Mihail disappeared from his mind though when he heard his close friend, Adrestus, get called up to smooch Vasia. Timaeus had no idea his old friend was at the event, but that didn’t stop him from wolf-whistling as his friend made it up to the staged and leaned in for one hell of a kiss. “ Go get ‘em, Tiger!” Timaeus yelled from the bar in back with the aid of a few drunken whoops of encouragement. For his moment, his worry about his sort-of-ex faded as he shouted joyous words of encouragement for Adre. It was almost perfect.
Until he showed up.
The right, royal prick.
Timaeus’s head turned when the first negative words of the evening bounced through the bar. When his gaze landed on the source of the noise, his ear to ear grin turned into a scowl. Of course, it’s Saro. He just had to ruin all the fun, didn’t he? Timaeus thought bitterly as he turned to the barkeep and quickly paid for the drink he had in his hands. Taking a big swig of it, Timaeus couldn’t help the bitter thoughts forming in his head when it came to Adre’s ex. Granted, Timaeus didn’t know the guy and as far as his friend knew, Tim did not know about their relationship either… but Zeus have mercy the two of them could not have been more obvious if they tired. Saro kept popping up at every location the boys visited during their adventures and Adre became far more giggly whenever he was around. Tim and Sokari had made a game of it actually, seeing who could spot the long-haired wander first. But that suddenly came to a crashing halt. Tim didn’t know what happened between them, but the happy Adrestus disappeared leaving an emotional mess behind. Tim never pried, but the sudden lack of Saro hanging around the men made what had happened more than obvious.
Timaeus was convinced that Saro had broken his best friend’s heart and there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to ruin this night too.
So, beer in hand, Timaeus sauntered over to the other man and said in a forceful tone that made it clear that his ‘suggestion’ was anything but, “ Come off it. Let the boy have his fun” His gaze challenged the man to say anything else, to cause an even bigger scene than he already did. Timaeus sort of wanted Saro to try something so Timaeus could give him a piece of his mind --and maybe even his fist--- for breaking Adre’s heart; an action he was sure to remind the intruder of with his final, cold whisper “ And besides haven’t you hurt him enough.”
Little did he know that he had the story completely wrong, but Saro was more than likely to put the over-protective friend back in his place…
If Nana was certain of anything in life, it was that Christmas shopping was absolutely horrid.
Oh, and also that this week had been a nightmare. Couldn't forget that.
Being rather young still, there was no need for Nana to find someone just yet, but it certainly didn't stop the Leventi from trying. She had tried all of the apps, gone out more than enough, and still, no bite. That was, until she came across Timaeus, at a party quite like this one, actually.
Granted, they didn't have much time to actually talk or get to know each other as Nana soon found herself obligated to take care of one of her sloppier girlfriends, but they arranged a date for the next day. And oh, how excited she had been.
Just about anyone who followed her private Instagram knew that Nana was instantly smitten with this tall, handsome stranger, what with her constant updates and stories cataloguing her adventures in finding the perfect outfit to wear. She had even bought a dress for the day!
And, it seemed at first, that their date was going smoothly. A walk around the city, followed by drinks and a dance. Yet, Nana all too quickly found out that her date was not what she'd expected at all.
From his swagger and altogether well-kempt appearance, she would have assumed him to be just like any of the high-ranking officials at her father's office, yet she found that to not be the case. Not to say that Timaeus wasn't rich, but... The Leventi and Valaoritis families were on two different levels entirely. And Nana would not be the one to marry down. Not when Pia and Theo had done so good for themselves.
But that was a completely different story. Tonight was about showing up and showing out.
Papa had always made it quite clear how important it was that the family maintained a strong public image, thus the importance of publicly making large charitable donations, and, of course, attending charity galas and public benefits such as this one. One could never have too much good publicity, after all. And, who better than the Leventis' young, eligible daughter to go to a kissing booth? To be perfectly honest, though, Nana was not quite sure exactly what she was meant to be raising money for by coming to this party. But, to be fair, did it really matter? If it involved dressing up and drinking booze, Nana was certain it would at least be somewhat of a good time.
So, here Nana was.
With the door held open by her chauffeur, and after climbing out of a jet-black Mercedes, Nana quickly made her way inside after shelling out fifty dollars at the door.
Upon first entrance, Nana glanced around the room, taking in the appearances of those around her. Not exactly the most glamorous crowd she had ever laid eyes upon, but that was fine. Nana never minded being the centre of attention, which was made ever clearer by the outfit she wore.
Though Nana had quite the penchant for glitter and sparkle, tonight she had settled on a more understated, yet still ambitious, look. She wore a black minidress, made of a sturdier, more substantial silk, that from straight-on, looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, those who had a view from the side or the back could easily notice the giant ribbon of silk that wrapped around her waist and was tied into a giant bow at the small of her back, the tails left long to make a sort-of train. For shoes, the blonde wore a pair of black pumps that could just as well reach Mount Olympus, with little bows at the ankles as well. And for jewellery, well, Nana kept it simple. Just her usual Leventi pendant, a smattering of rings on her fingers, and a thick gold cuff on one of her wrists. Not exactly the most festive attire for a Christmas party, but as far as Nana was concerned, she could just say she was dressed as a present if anyone asked.
Standing at the door a bit awkwardly for just a moment, Nana scanned the room to find the open bar, and upon spotting it, the blonde quickly made her way over, locking eyes for just the briefest of moments with the person she least wanted to see. If she wasn't so used to walking in heels, it would have been enough to make the girl stumble, but clumsiness was never a good look. So, instead, she quickly turned her gaze back to the bar and sailed right past the Valaoritis, now certain that she would need more than a few drinks to get herself through tonight.
Quickly ordering herself a glass of champagne, Nana took a seat at the bar and looked around the room, and to the main event happening before her very eyes. Though Nana would never consider herself prim and proper, she found herself a bit taken aback by the sight of a chain of people kissing each other.
Well, she thought, at least it's for charity.
What she did not expect, however, was for Timaeus, who had conveniently placed himself by the bar, to suddenly make a beeline for a man with long, dark hair, dressed quite how Nana imagined a delinquent would be. Though Nana could hear nothing from where she sat, she could sense from her almost-ex's body language that he was confronting the man.
Nana could only roll her eyes and sip at her drink. It seemed she'd dodged a bullet with this one.
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If Nana was certain of anything in life, it was that Christmas shopping was absolutely horrid.
Oh, and also that this week had been a nightmare. Couldn't forget that.
Being rather young still, there was no need for Nana to find someone just yet, but it certainly didn't stop the Leventi from trying. She had tried all of the apps, gone out more than enough, and still, no bite. That was, until she came across Timaeus, at a party quite like this one, actually.
Granted, they didn't have much time to actually talk or get to know each other as Nana soon found herself obligated to take care of one of her sloppier girlfriends, but they arranged a date for the next day. And oh, how excited she had been.
Just about anyone who followed her private Instagram knew that Nana was instantly smitten with this tall, handsome stranger, what with her constant updates and stories cataloguing her adventures in finding the perfect outfit to wear. She had even bought a dress for the day!
And, it seemed at first, that their date was going smoothly. A walk around the city, followed by drinks and a dance. Yet, Nana all too quickly found out that her date was not what she'd expected at all.
From his swagger and altogether well-kempt appearance, she would have assumed him to be just like any of the high-ranking officials at her father's office, yet she found that to not be the case. Not to say that Timaeus wasn't rich, but... The Leventi and Valaoritis families were on two different levels entirely. And Nana would not be the one to marry down. Not when Pia and Theo had done so good for themselves.
But that was a completely different story. Tonight was about showing up and showing out.
Papa had always made it quite clear how important it was that the family maintained a strong public image, thus the importance of publicly making large charitable donations, and, of course, attending charity galas and public benefits such as this one. One could never have too much good publicity, after all. And, who better than the Leventis' young, eligible daughter to go to a kissing booth? To be perfectly honest, though, Nana was not quite sure exactly what she was meant to be raising money for by coming to this party. But, to be fair, did it really matter? If it involved dressing up and drinking booze, Nana was certain it would at least be somewhat of a good time.
So, here Nana was.
With the door held open by her chauffeur, and after climbing out of a jet-black Mercedes, Nana quickly made her way inside after shelling out fifty dollars at the door.
Upon first entrance, Nana glanced around the room, taking in the appearances of those around her. Not exactly the most glamorous crowd she had ever laid eyes upon, but that was fine. Nana never minded being the centre of attention, which was made ever clearer by the outfit she wore.
Though Nana had quite the penchant for glitter and sparkle, tonight she had settled on a more understated, yet still ambitious, look. She wore a black minidress, made of a sturdier, more substantial silk, that from straight-on, looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, those who had a view from the side or the back could easily notice the giant ribbon of silk that wrapped around her waist and was tied into a giant bow at the small of her back, the tails left long to make a sort-of train. For shoes, the blonde wore a pair of black pumps that could just as well reach Mount Olympus, with little bows at the ankles as well. And for jewellery, well, Nana kept it simple. Just her usual Leventi pendant, a smattering of rings on her fingers, and a thick gold cuff on one of her wrists. Not exactly the most festive attire for a Christmas party, but as far as Nana was concerned, she could just say she was dressed as a present if anyone asked.
Standing at the door a bit awkwardly for just a moment, Nana scanned the room to find the open bar, and upon spotting it, the blonde quickly made her way over, locking eyes for just the briefest of moments with the person she least wanted to see. If she wasn't so used to walking in heels, it would have been enough to make the girl stumble, but clumsiness was never a good look. So, instead, she quickly turned her gaze back to the bar and sailed right past the Valaoritis, now certain that she would need more than a few drinks to get herself through tonight.
Quickly ordering herself a glass of champagne, Nana took a seat at the bar and looked around the room, and to the main event happening before her very eyes. Though Nana would never consider herself prim and proper, she found herself a bit taken aback by the sight of a chain of people kissing each other.
Well, she thought, at least it's for charity.
What she did not expect, however, was for Timaeus, who had conveniently placed himself by the bar, to suddenly make a beeline for a man with long, dark hair, dressed quite how Nana imagined a delinquent would be. Though Nana could hear nothing from where she sat, she could sense from her almost-ex's body language that he was confronting the man.
Nana could only roll her eyes and sip at her drink. It seemed she'd dodged a bullet with this one.
If Nana was certain of anything in life, it was that Christmas shopping was absolutely horrid.
Oh, and also that this week had been a nightmare. Couldn't forget that.
Being rather young still, there was no need for Nana to find someone just yet, but it certainly didn't stop the Leventi from trying. She had tried all of the apps, gone out more than enough, and still, no bite. That was, until she came across Timaeus, at a party quite like this one, actually.
Granted, they didn't have much time to actually talk or get to know each other as Nana soon found herself obligated to take care of one of her sloppier girlfriends, but they arranged a date for the next day. And oh, how excited she had been.
Just about anyone who followed her private Instagram knew that Nana was instantly smitten with this tall, handsome stranger, what with her constant updates and stories cataloguing her adventures in finding the perfect outfit to wear. She had even bought a dress for the day!
And, it seemed at first, that their date was going smoothly. A walk around the city, followed by drinks and a dance. Yet, Nana all too quickly found out that her date was not what she'd expected at all.
From his swagger and altogether well-kempt appearance, she would have assumed him to be just like any of the high-ranking officials at her father's office, yet she found that to not be the case. Not to say that Timaeus wasn't rich, but... The Leventi and Valaoritis families were on two different levels entirely. And Nana would not be the one to marry down. Not when Pia and Theo had done so good for themselves.
But that was a completely different story. Tonight was about showing up and showing out.
Papa had always made it quite clear how important it was that the family maintained a strong public image, thus the importance of publicly making large charitable donations, and, of course, attending charity galas and public benefits such as this one. One could never have too much good publicity, after all. And, who better than the Leventis' young, eligible daughter to go to a kissing booth? To be perfectly honest, though, Nana was not quite sure exactly what she was meant to be raising money for by coming to this party. But, to be fair, did it really matter? If it involved dressing up and drinking booze, Nana was certain it would at least be somewhat of a good time.
So, here Nana was.
With the door held open by her chauffeur, and after climbing out of a jet-black Mercedes, Nana quickly made her way inside after shelling out fifty dollars at the door.
Upon first entrance, Nana glanced around the room, taking in the appearances of those around her. Not exactly the most glamorous crowd she had ever laid eyes upon, but that was fine. Nana never minded being the centre of attention, which was made ever clearer by the outfit she wore.
Though Nana had quite the penchant for glitter and sparkle, tonight she had settled on a more understated, yet still ambitious, look. She wore a black minidress, made of a sturdier, more substantial silk, that from straight-on, looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, those who had a view from the side or the back could easily notice the giant ribbon of silk that wrapped around her waist and was tied into a giant bow at the small of her back, the tails left long to make a sort-of train. For shoes, the blonde wore a pair of black pumps that could just as well reach Mount Olympus, with little bows at the ankles as well. And for jewellery, well, Nana kept it simple. Just her usual Leventi pendant, a smattering of rings on her fingers, and a thick gold cuff on one of her wrists. Not exactly the most festive attire for a Christmas party, but as far as Nana was concerned, she could just say she was dressed as a present if anyone asked.
Standing at the door a bit awkwardly for just a moment, Nana scanned the room to find the open bar, and upon spotting it, the blonde quickly made her way over, locking eyes for just the briefest of moments with the person she least wanted to see. If she wasn't so used to walking in heels, it would have been enough to make the girl stumble, but clumsiness was never a good look. So, instead, she quickly turned her gaze back to the bar and sailed right past the Valaoritis, now certain that she would need more than a few drinks to get herself through tonight.
Quickly ordering herself a glass of champagne, Nana took a seat at the bar and looked around the room, and to the main event happening before her very eyes. Though Nana would never consider herself prim and proper, she found herself a bit taken aback by the sight of a chain of people kissing each other.
Well, she thought, at least it's for charity.
What she did not expect, however, was for Timaeus, who had conveniently placed himself by the bar, to suddenly make a beeline for a man with long, dark hair, dressed quite how Nana imagined a delinquent would be. Though Nana could hear nothing from where she sat, she could sense from her almost-ex's body language that he was confronting the man.
Nana could only roll her eyes and sip at her drink. It seemed she'd dodged a bullet with this one.
This was not the kind of event Lesley Thomas was supposed to be at.
This was classy. Posh, even. An apprentice tattoo artist who supplemented his income with illegal cage fights after having been kicked out of MMA competition for being too rough for mere sport qualified as neither.
Well, maybe not that posh, he reflected as he glanced around. Certainly not overly formal, which was good, because black sneakers, black jeans, black t-shirt, and a denim jacket that wasn't showing too much wear were the nicest clothes he owned. His mom had laid down the money for the ticket, though, and then a coworker had gotten sick and she'd had to pull a double shift, so what the heck, he was here. Admission came with a free drink ticket, couldn't argue with that, right?
Looked like there was at least one other rough and tumble type here, he noticed as he caught sight of a motorcycle jacket. Anndddd hey, maybe there'd be a fight. Probably not.... but one could always hope.
He laughed at himself as he sipped his beer, leaning back against the bar with his elbows on the polished wood. The edge of a tattoo peeked out of the v-neck collar - it was a nice t-shirt, and new enough nobody should guess he'd picked it up at a thrift store - but it hid the scar from where he'd broken his collarbone bad enough for it to rip out of his skin, and it wasn't the tattoos he was concerned about hiding. His not-quite shoulder-length hair wasn't long enough to tie back at the nape of his neck - and he refused to wear that ridiculous man-bun thing the hipsters did - so it fell loose, a single wide deep red streak tucked behind one ear. The presence of the very posh girl two barstools away wasn't helping him feel like he belonged here, but he made a determined effort to ignore the feeling.
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This was not the kind of event Lesley Thomas was supposed to be at.
This was classy. Posh, even. An apprentice tattoo artist who supplemented his income with illegal cage fights after having been kicked out of MMA competition for being too rough for mere sport qualified as neither.
Well, maybe not that posh, he reflected as he glanced around. Certainly not overly formal, which was good, because black sneakers, black jeans, black t-shirt, and a denim jacket that wasn't showing too much wear were the nicest clothes he owned. His mom had laid down the money for the ticket, though, and then a coworker had gotten sick and she'd had to pull a double shift, so what the heck, he was here. Admission came with a free drink ticket, couldn't argue with that, right?
Looked like there was at least one other rough and tumble type here, he noticed as he caught sight of a motorcycle jacket. Anndddd hey, maybe there'd be a fight. Probably not.... but one could always hope.
He laughed at himself as he sipped his beer, leaning back against the bar with his elbows on the polished wood. The edge of a tattoo peeked out of the v-neck collar - it was a nice t-shirt, and new enough nobody should guess he'd picked it up at a thrift store - but it hid the scar from where he'd broken his collarbone bad enough for it to rip out of his skin, and it wasn't the tattoos he was concerned about hiding. His not-quite shoulder-length hair wasn't long enough to tie back at the nape of his neck - and he refused to wear that ridiculous man-bun thing the hipsters did - so it fell loose, a single wide deep red streak tucked behind one ear. The presence of the very posh girl two barstools away wasn't helping him feel like he belonged here, but he made a determined effort to ignore the feeling.
This was not the kind of event Lesley Thomas was supposed to be at.
This was classy. Posh, even. An apprentice tattoo artist who supplemented his income with illegal cage fights after having been kicked out of MMA competition for being too rough for mere sport qualified as neither.
Well, maybe not that posh, he reflected as he glanced around. Certainly not overly formal, which was good, because black sneakers, black jeans, black t-shirt, and a denim jacket that wasn't showing too much wear were the nicest clothes he owned. His mom had laid down the money for the ticket, though, and then a coworker had gotten sick and she'd had to pull a double shift, so what the heck, he was here. Admission came with a free drink ticket, couldn't argue with that, right?
Looked like there was at least one other rough and tumble type here, he noticed as he caught sight of a motorcycle jacket. Anndddd hey, maybe there'd be a fight. Probably not.... but one could always hope.
He laughed at himself as he sipped his beer, leaning back against the bar with his elbows on the polished wood. The edge of a tattoo peeked out of the v-neck collar - it was a nice t-shirt, and new enough nobody should guess he'd picked it up at a thrift store - but it hid the scar from where he'd broken his collarbone bad enough for it to rip out of his skin, and it wasn't the tattoos he was concerned about hiding. His not-quite shoulder-length hair wasn't long enough to tie back at the nape of his neck - and he refused to wear that ridiculous man-bun thing the hipsters did - so it fell loose, a single wide deep red streak tucked behind one ear. The presence of the very posh girl two barstools away wasn't helping him feel like he belonged here, but he made a determined effort to ignore the feeling.
Now that he had had his two kisses, Mihail was growing bored with the evening. There was not much else to do but drink or socialise, and he did not particularly care for the latter, especially given that the current company were either strangers or Timaeus Valaoritis, a man for which Mihail did not think he could hold more disdain. There was little sadder than watching a perfectly good-looking man fall into a tedious routine of belittling so solely through unending envy for another, and it certainly seemed as if Timaeus was always jealous of the Thanasi (not that Mihail thought that an exceptionally uncommon trait).
He had spent a few minutes attempting to flirt with the bartender, though it grew difficult when the man was continually running from one side to another, distracted filling every drinks order he could. He was all set to give up when another person dropped themself into a seat at the bar, a glass of champagne in her neatly manicured hand. That was just the kind of person Mihail knew he liked, and he slid casually along the counter to take the seat beside her own, offering her a smile and pointing a red-tipped nail at her dress.
"That's a pretty Chanel," he commented, vaguely recognising the outfit from one of his many casual trips by the store, his gaze running up to her face, admiring her make-up with the kind of expression which could be taken as a blend of derision and admiration. "You know, most blondes can't pull off such a dark brow...but, you, mm, don't you do it well..." Mihail took a sip of his cocktail, letting the half-snarked comment sink in as he glanced out over the rest of the room, almost wondering whether his boss at that short-lived internship would be joining them, before he turned his attention back to the girl and stuck a hand out in the manner most typically associated to waiting for a kiss by way of greeting. "Mihail Thanasi, but you can call me Mimi."
For a moment, the man was quiet, adjusting the settling of his slight heel on the crossbar of the stool, one hand naturally slipping into the pocket of the jacket he'd hung on the back of the seat to look for a cigarette. "I saw Timmy over there making eyes at you, hm? Now, I'm all busy waiting for my sugar daddy to make an appearance tonight, but if you need me to guard you against a little Valaoritis harassment, then do tell." He accentuated the last word, as if to make clear the somewhat dirtier double-meaning behind it.
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Now that he had had his two kisses, Mihail was growing bored with the evening. There was not much else to do but drink or socialise, and he did not particularly care for the latter, especially given that the current company were either strangers or Timaeus Valaoritis, a man for which Mihail did not think he could hold more disdain. There was little sadder than watching a perfectly good-looking man fall into a tedious routine of belittling so solely through unending envy for another, and it certainly seemed as if Timaeus was always jealous of the Thanasi (not that Mihail thought that an exceptionally uncommon trait).
He had spent a few minutes attempting to flirt with the bartender, though it grew difficult when the man was continually running from one side to another, distracted filling every drinks order he could. He was all set to give up when another person dropped themself into a seat at the bar, a glass of champagne in her neatly manicured hand. That was just the kind of person Mihail knew he liked, and he slid casually along the counter to take the seat beside her own, offering her a smile and pointing a red-tipped nail at her dress.
"That's a pretty Chanel," he commented, vaguely recognising the outfit from one of his many casual trips by the store, his gaze running up to her face, admiring her make-up with the kind of expression which could be taken as a blend of derision and admiration. "You know, most blondes can't pull off such a dark brow...but, you, mm, don't you do it well..." Mihail took a sip of his cocktail, letting the half-snarked comment sink in as he glanced out over the rest of the room, almost wondering whether his boss at that short-lived internship would be joining them, before he turned his attention back to the girl and stuck a hand out in the manner most typically associated to waiting for a kiss by way of greeting. "Mihail Thanasi, but you can call me Mimi."
For a moment, the man was quiet, adjusting the settling of his slight heel on the crossbar of the stool, one hand naturally slipping into the pocket of the jacket he'd hung on the back of the seat to look for a cigarette. "I saw Timmy over there making eyes at you, hm? Now, I'm all busy waiting for my sugar daddy to make an appearance tonight, but if you need me to guard you against a little Valaoritis harassment, then do tell." He accentuated the last word, as if to make clear the somewhat dirtier double-meaning behind it.
Now that he had had his two kisses, Mihail was growing bored with the evening. There was not much else to do but drink or socialise, and he did not particularly care for the latter, especially given that the current company were either strangers or Timaeus Valaoritis, a man for which Mihail did not think he could hold more disdain. There was little sadder than watching a perfectly good-looking man fall into a tedious routine of belittling so solely through unending envy for another, and it certainly seemed as if Timaeus was always jealous of the Thanasi (not that Mihail thought that an exceptionally uncommon trait).
He had spent a few minutes attempting to flirt with the bartender, though it grew difficult when the man was continually running from one side to another, distracted filling every drinks order he could. He was all set to give up when another person dropped themself into a seat at the bar, a glass of champagne in her neatly manicured hand. That was just the kind of person Mihail knew he liked, and he slid casually along the counter to take the seat beside her own, offering her a smile and pointing a red-tipped nail at her dress.
"That's a pretty Chanel," he commented, vaguely recognising the outfit from one of his many casual trips by the store, his gaze running up to her face, admiring her make-up with the kind of expression which could be taken as a blend of derision and admiration. "You know, most blondes can't pull off such a dark brow...but, you, mm, don't you do it well..." Mihail took a sip of his cocktail, letting the half-snarked comment sink in as he glanced out over the rest of the room, almost wondering whether his boss at that short-lived internship would be joining them, before he turned his attention back to the girl and stuck a hand out in the manner most typically associated to waiting for a kiss by way of greeting. "Mihail Thanasi, but you can call me Mimi."
For a moment, the man was quiet, adjusting the settling of his slight heel on the crossbar of the stool, one hand naturally slipping into the pocket of the jacket he'd hung on the back of the seat to look for a cigarette. "I saw Timmy over there making eyes at you, hm? Now, I'm all busy waiting for my sugar daddy to make an appearance tonight, but if you need me to guard you against a little Valaoritis harassment, then do tell." He accentuated the last word, as if to make clear the somewhat dirtier double-meaning behind it.