Diplomacy at its best

[notsogroovy]

Raven is not herself at the moment. She's some aide to a foreign diplomat and she knows she knows the name of the person she's supposed to be, but for the life of her, she can't remember. She's sure she'll remember it once she hears it again, but no one has been talking to her. It makes for a very dull party. She goes from the drinks to the food and back. Every once in a while, she goes and listens in on conversations. One thing about being the one who isn't noticed is that she can overhear the juiciest things. The amount of information she's gathered so far will last them for weeks, at least, which is probably for the best. She really doesn't want to be here any more.

Things brighten up considerably when a young man asks her to dance. French, by his accent, he really is quite stunning. She puts on the charm. Maybe she's supposed to be a nobody right now, but that is absolutely not who she is. If the people here could see her in her natural form, she would stand out from the crowd and that's the way she likes it. The man, Gabriel, leans in closer and whispers an offer in her ear. She laughs and pushes him away teasingly, but the offer is tempting. Charles is around her somewhere, but she hasn't seen him in hours and she has plenty of information for him.

She slides up closer to Gabriel. Maybe give it a few minutes longer. If things stay just as boring, she'll leave with Gabriel and Charles can find his own entertainment.

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[abrushofsanity]

Charles had watched her for a bit, weaving through the crowd quietly and allowing his ability to block most form seeing him-- Raven included. He didn't want to ruin her cover in the middle of the room, that is, until he saw her swaying with that idiot in the middle of the room. Charles has always had a jealous streak, and sometimes he thinks Raven does this sort of thing just to raise his ire. The problem is, if he doesn't intercede he knows she'll go home with that stupid human and he'll be left irritable and fucking some chatty housewife till she forgets her name. Which can be fun, but not when your thinking about your obnoxious sister and some prat the entire time.

It's with that in mind he makes his way into the middle of the room. He lays a hand on her shoulder-- knows it her by the the familiar weight of her mind-- and levels his gaze on her partner, Gabriel. "Mind if I intercede?" It's not impolite to interrupt but a dated practice, that doesn't mean he isn't willing to do so, especially just to see the surprised and obnoxious look he gets in reaction. "I'd like a dance, myself."