Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

The grand stair case of which young Andreas descended its marble steps opened into the Banquet Hall. Golden lights reflected off the diamond patterned floors, glass vases held white flowers, and small fountains of champagne that sat atop cherry wood tables cornered the hall. While clothed tables encircled the space, there was plenty of room in the center for dancing and socializing. The way the decor complimented each other so well made the house feel more like royalty. Andreas freed his right hand from his coat pocket and picked up a martini glass from a server's tray. He hadn't sipped from it then, first surveying the guests and groups to see which he had the highest chance of mingling with. Don Albert once taught him how these things work so for politics he found himself wandering over to Alessandro to thank him for coming. He politely shook his hand while tagging him on the bicep and made a little more than bland small talk, On behalf of me and my idiot cousin, thank you for coming through earlier at the Odyssey. It'll help our families with this truce business. Andreas then initiated a pleasant conversation that he at least believed was going well as he searched for the Veleno heir's likes through talks of baseball, gambling, and casinos while pointing out the roulette and black jack tables Don Albert had rented for the event. I'm more of a poker player myself. The cozy, warm jazz band that played in background gradually grew louder and played faster until the entire joint was hopping. Salvatori and Veleno men formed a small crowd at the sudden arrival of Lady Rosalina and the Lady Crew, just as flirtatious and bodacious as always whenever they walk into a room. They're usually the life of any party, lead by the beautiful Lady Rosalina, a plump and busty woman with a thick waist and handfuls of thighs fitting comfortably into a cherry red dress and a blonde, curly bob hairstyle. Behind her was a parade of nine or ten women she associated with known as her crew, all stunningly gorgeous in evening gowns and dresses with feathered hats or boas, pearls or diamonds, jeweled masks or headbands, their heels drummed in sync across the hall floor. Ogling men watched, with amazement, these professional prostitutes that danced a planned routine and teased the spectators. Even Andreas was captivated by a few of their moves that were new to his eyes. He sipped from his glass while Lady Rosalina approached him, Oh my son, Happy Birthday! And she left a large, red kiss mark on his cheek, Come and dance with the girls, they've been looking forward to this all day. And you too! Don't be shy, Mr. Alessandro they love company. She giggled and boldly pushed them into the crowd, if not out of her way, so she could meet with Don Albert and relax with a refreshing drink. Above all the commotion, one could still hear her voice booming how well the party's turned out. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and shook Alessandro's hand one last time, Well... you know how she can be... and he chuckled, weaving his way through dancing couples to find a place to hide away from his very persistent mother. While doing so, he accidentally shouldered into Pat, who he had recognized from the drop off. He recalled in his mind that this man never really left Alessandro's side and so it was amusing to see something new like this for once. So sorry, are you okay? Another thing he remembered was the lad's age. It showed in his face how young he was, probably close to Yun's. Luckily, his drink hadn't spilled on either of them, but made a little splash on the floor. Quite a party, huh? ... You should... grab a cup and a girl because Lady Rosalina goes after the shy ones... hahaha, enjoy. And he tried to hurry away before it was too late for himself when someone barely caught him by his sleeve. Andreas, that angelic laughter belonging to Elena Salvatori, Antonio's sister, the middle child, Where are you going? You love to dance. The two would talk, still standing close enough to Pat for him to hear. Andreas would look over to him again, a little embarrassed to mention that he of course loved to dance... ...not in front of so many people. I'd need a partner anyway because Vikki looks occupied... Vikki, being the best dancer in the Lady Crew, was the brunette currently juggling three men. Well aren't you even going to consider me? Her tone indicated she was offended, but in a playful way. Her light brown hair spilled like chocolate in waves over her shoulder. Oh, I, I mean yes but... wouldn't you maybe prefer him? Elena looked to Pat, who she just noticed for the first time and her dark colored eyes swept over the man's figure, I wouldn't mind dancing with him at all, in a matter of fact tone, And you, Andreas, better save me one dance. Promise? She extended a pinky finger out his way, expecting him to grab it with his own. He hesitated, but he did and was openly full of regret afterwards when he groaned. I know we dragged you into this but would you like to dance with me? Elena's large eyes glimmered as she slightly lowered her head to charm her way into this stranger's arms. She recognized him just as anyone else did, Alessandro's right man. The Veleno and the Salvatori are starting to get along, after all.