Whatever good intentions Silanos might have been nurturing had gone out of the window when tequila kisses and wandering hands had been offered instead. So when Eliana grabbed his hand, he didn’t resist, just patted himself down to make sure he had cigarettes and he was good to go.

“Uhm...sure?” he answered as she began tugging him toward the service elevator. He was beginning to think he’d maybe read this girl wrong because she certainly didn’t seem to be happy playing along with whatever that bitch of a woman had told her to do. Sil didn’t mind being used as an accomplice; he couldn’t say his own evening hadn’t looked up since Eliana had decided to inflict herself upon him.

The minute the doors to the elevator closed, she was on him again, like something about that interaction had lit a fire under her, and he wasn’t complaining. Hands moved freely down her back, over the curve of her rear and they settled their, comfortable.

Sil knew how many floors they had to go, counted off the dings and so he should have been more aware when the elevator stopped, but with his arms full of an enthusiastic Eliana his focus was quite happily elsewhere. He gave the caterers a wink as they exited, just about stopped himself swiping a finger through the frosting and was still laughing to himself when the cold air hit.

“Fuck. It’s freezing. You’re going to get hypothermia in that non-dress you’re wearing” He wrapped his arm around her at first before side-eyeing her bare legs and grumbling as he removed his jacket and offered it out to her. It was only once she’d shrugged it on that he reached into the pocket to pull out his smokes, fumbling around with cold fingers until an unlit cigarette hung from his lips as he shrugged. “What, by the water?”

He looked a little doubtfully at the throngs of people heading the same way. They could have just headed up to the roof if that’s what she’d wanted, rather than elbowing their way through all this lot. Still, Sil couldn’t be bothered to argue, so he wandered in that direction as he struggled to light to cigarette, draping his arm back around Eliana only once it was lit and he’d taken a drag.

“Such a wild child” he mused in response to her open-ended suggestion to where the night might lead them. They didn’t have long until the sky was lit with the first firework, and it soon became clear that getting to the actual waterfront was not going to happen, so Sil just tilted his head up to watch the rain of colour against the inky sky.

Sil blew out smoke from the corner of his mouth as he slanted a glance toward the girl at his side. She looked pretty, lips all kiss-swollen and wearing his jacket. He found he liked it, oddly enough.

“Happy New Year”