Thread: Trouble in the Vortex (Mr Quixotic and darjeeling)

Against her better judgement, Felicity gestured for another glass of champagne even when the bubbles had yet to settle from her previous one. She had let the liquid slide down her throat far too quickly and a light, rosy blush dusted her cheeks comfortably as she took another sip from the new glass. Eric was amiable enough and she might have enjoyed conversing with the man was she not acutely aware that he was one of Davids closest friends, and also the man responsible for igniting the fire in the first place. Not that she showed any hint of it, as the alcohol played a relatively large part in loosening her tongue and also the way she leaned forward to accentuate her cleavage. She could feel Davids eyes on her, who had seated himself by her side, and for one reason or another, the fact that he had not said a word about her obvious cold shoulder made her feel a little more confident. She and Eric had just gotten past the formalities of sociable chatter when the presence of another two approaching the table had Felicity distracted. The men were making a beeline through the crowd and when they finally stopped, she offered the pair a smile as they stared at her. Now, these two she was wholly familiar with. Mark she knew as one of Davids acquaintances, if not friends but he was one of the quiet, shy types and one Felicity had not really bothered with. The other she faintly recalled, or at least recalled the general location of his cubicle but his name escaped her at this moment. They looked full to bursting with questions, their eyes belaying their curiosity as David motioned for them to take their seats. Felicity merely swirled her drink in her hand lightly as they spoke amongst themselves. Rather, their ring-leader did. While Eric had brought the fuel to the fire, David was clearly the initiator of this little campfire and the poor, befuddled men had been brought along for the ride. She chuckled to herself as David spoke as if she was not even present that didnt bother her. The alcohol was buzzing pleasantly in her head though she liked to think that her thoughts remained as sharp as her tongue, though that was feeling a little fuzzy too. She set her drink down carefully as David directed his attention on him. Felicity didnt trust herself to not throw it at his face, an urge she had been fighting with for most of this night and she had no doubt that it would remain as such. Correct, she said, seemingly undeterred by the casual use of her surname. It did make her bristle but she would never allow herself to show it. Felicity knew that David had been waiting for this. The perfect time to throw in the kindling and intensify the flames her hands remained loose as she absently regarded the men. Myers looked complacent, assured that he had her on the ropes. Eric didnt look too surprised, but Mark and Ian, or Ryan, or whoever it was, looked as if David had just revealed he had nudes in his possession. Which, judging by the circumstances, Felicity would have highly preferred. Nevertheless, she was outwardly unaffected by Myers accusation. Won is not the word I would use, she said slowly, pursing her lips. Felicity pushed back a stray strange of chocolate hair behind her ear, continuing without missing a beat. In fact, I did mention Immerse on my rsum. As I understand it, coming to work for Vortex after their so-called rival company would have been looked in approval rather than suspicion. She smiled brilliantly. After all, Vortex is clearly superior. Why would I stay working for some dogged down, shady characters when I can work with you lovely gentlemen? Felicitys glance took her around the table of four as she lifted her slender shoulders in a smallish shrug and sighed. It is a pity about Andrew. Media buying may have a pretty name but marketing isnt about pushing the numbers, is it? I suppose it was all too much for poor Delton.