Thread: The not so perfect Southern Belle(Dingo & Panda)

The man of the party, short and portly, stopped Slade at the door. A few words to describe the man from Slade's view was a pig in a suit and on its hind legs. However, Slade put on the usual expected smile and tipped his hat off to the man, giving a slight bow but was still taller then the man. Rudely, the pig like man said, who the devil are you? The devil I am, but not thee devil, Slade thought before he stood up and placed the hat back on. The name is Mankiller, Slade Mankiller, I come here tonight in the home I assume is your home to join in this gracious party. Well, this is an invitation only event for a well known charity, can't let just anyone come in if they have a suit. So, where is your invitation, the man had a sly smile on his face which seemed to fit. How much of it are you pocketing for yourself, I wonder, Slade thought, before he motioned over for Jezzel. Jezzel came over with the suitcase and opened the container, showing crisp fresh bills and in the amount of close to 5000. To the pig man, it was a lot, to Slade, a penny in the bucket. I assume with it being a charity event, I could make a donation for acceptance, would it seem fair, my good sir, Slade propositioned as the pig man started to grab for the money. Jezzel was quick and closed the case before it could have been grasped. The man cleared his throat and regained his composure, what left of it there was from the sweat forming on his brow, and said, it seem's like a fair deal. He stepped aside and let Slade in, Jezzel giving the case to the man. Mind if I ask what you deal in, a man like you must have some enterprise, correct, the pig man asked as the door closed behind them. Tradeing, stocks, and a few venture risks that have been paying off for a long while. Slade continued the fake smile with the man before Jezzel had disappeared into the shadows like the demon he was. Slade on the other hand, could no disappear in front of the company as easily since people were looking at him, and he didn't enjoy being taller then the people here. He was able to mix in with the group, still noticing a few wayward glances from some women. No one questioned him about his skin, they questioned him on everything else. By the time the food had come around and the dancing had begun, Slade found himself tired of the event. He could see the purpose behind it. It was a place to discuss business deals and to make deals that no one else would know about. He had even seen three different occasions of blackmail being paid off and what looked like weddings there were planned to bring two financial families together for a stronger financial gain. Slade had been able to excuse himself, claiming he felt a little sick, and went up stairs. He followed as far away from the noise that he could until he walked into a room. Normally, he would have noticed people in rooms that should have been empty but he found himself going past the bed Contessa laid on and going to the balcony to get a breath of fresh air. He breathed it in deeply and sighed. The air was crisp out here but he still wished he was home among the mountains instead of here. His body felt like it was cooling and his heart beat calmed down. He had turned around, leaning against the railing, when he saw Contessa on the bed. Oh, I didn't know the room was occupied, my apologies, He stated. He quickly rushed over to the door but before he left, he looked back over at the woman and said, may I ask why you are here instead of down with the others? He figured for the same reasons as him but it seemed strange to see someone else avoiding the big scene.