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[b][u]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala[/u][/b]

[I]”Congratulations.”[/i] Syed touched him on the wrist before he pulled away to return the photographs, and Lute appeared confused. “Thanks, I guess…? For what though?” He said before Charlotte gushed and the girls excused themselves to dance with a couple of well-dressed partygoers. The virtuoso’s new lady friend gave him a perky wave, accompanied by a “Ring me up when you’re in town so I can introduce you to Claude oh oh oh and you should totally bring your friend’s Schneider along with you okay!?” before bouncing off to the dance floor. Schneider was Robin’s rottweiler and Lute wasn’t entirely sure that the two dogs would get along.

Now that the girls were gone Lute eased up and slouched against his seat, drawing in a deep breath as he listened to the music. All of a sudden Lucien said [i]“… Oh hey Lute, catch”[/i] and he opened his eyes barely to prevent the soda can from hitting him square in the face. “Ouch. Hey!” The virtuoso groused as he rubbed on his mask to see if there was a chip. That hurt. “Nope, definitely not forgiven,” Lute quipped as he placed the beverage down on the table, but he was smiling. “Let’s not try this “babe hunting” again, okay? Maybe next time, but twice in one night…”

And then this brown-haired boy shot in from out of nowhere, drawing Lute’s eyes to the bar where Moira was- to his amazement- gyrating like there was no tomorrow. “Oh no… Is she alright? She’s not having a seizure, is she?” The virtuoso turned to Syed, his eyes wide in genuine concern, as he made a move to stand up from his chair. However, the berserker’s bellows soon informed him that no, she wasn’t having a seizure, but… “Are they going to be okay?” Lute gnawed on his lip as he watched their barhopping friends. They all seemed a lot more loose somehow… And that man taking the pictures wasn’t going to publish those, right? 

“Wait wait wait, he’s not actually targeting [i]Aria[/i] is he? And what about miss Amy? Is miss Moira fine with those flashes?” This time, a buzzing sound filled the area where the three were and Lute’s worried profile turned into an agitated one. Maybe he’s an event photographer. That would explain the zeal. But… “What will we do?” He murmured to himself as the strange buzzing noised faded away and the virtuoso relaxed. He didn’t want to overreact… That being said, Lute just opened the soda can and drank the contents, eyeing the photographer over the metal rim, waiting for a signal to go over and... well... screech at Simon.