notsogroovy

Raven wasn't sure where Charles' parents were. She wasn't sure whether she and Charles had been to run off or maybe the parents had run off before, but it didn't matter. She and Charles were alone and they had some pocket change for snacks and they were walking along the beach. She'd stared the first time she'd seen the water. It didn't seem to end and, even though she'd seen maps that said differently, she was convinced that the water just went on and on and never ended. She kept gently tugging Charles a little bit closer each time they took a step. She didn't just want to ask him to go to the water with her. She still wasn't sure enough of their relationship to do that. She just hoped that she could encourage him a little.

She also wasn't sure enough of their relationship to ask him to buy her one of those ice things they were coming up on. They were cold, which would be nice on a hot day like this, and they were colorful, and they looked delicious, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to just...ask.

She dropped her eyes immediately when she realized that she wouldn't need to ask. Charles would just know, wouldn't he? He was so nice to her. How could she ask him to get her something like that? Food, maybe, and clothes, but sweets? No. Definitely not. She was apologizing to him profusely in her thoughts almost before she'd had a chance to think them. Still, she couldn't help but look at them a little longingly.

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.