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[h2][center][color=7bcdc8]Rowan Kimb[/color][/center][/h2]
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Rowan moved out of sight to use the restroom. He hadn't been lying, so thankfully that was okay.

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[h3][center][color=f6989d]Killian Velvet[/color][/center][/h3]
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Killian looked over to see Aethel pull up a chair. He didn't get immediately into work mode. He would let Killian instigate it first. He kept himself settled in his seat, sipping the drink he had. It was surprisingly good. He'd had to figure out how to make it at home.

He gaze shifted to the Alpha who had been eyeing him. The man got up and moved over. It was a frequent buyer of the Beowulfs. He nodded a head towards the other Alphas. [b]"Gentlemen. A lovely evening showcasing your prized gem. I'm definitely looking forward to the next one."[/b] The man's eyes landed on the Omega, him taking a step forward, hand moving to rest on the back of Killian's chair.

The Omega shifted, turning his legs in his seat so they didn't touch the Alpha as he held the drink carefully. Based on what they had talked about, Xavier might be the only one to notice the tension in Killian's jaw as he pointedly looked away from the crowding Alpha. [b]"Is this one of your potentials? He sure is lovely to look at."[/b]