Victoria Darya Romus
City Hall . Public Party . Firday evening
Victoria had had a few over course of night but still had ernough mind to realise Rajvi was somewhat drunk and she probbly needed someone to make sure she got home safe. Much as they had ideas, leaving a person to mercy of thr city did not sit well with Victoria.
Milo seemed uncomfortable, he probbly was thinking same things he was and maybe a little at the attention. Things seemed to be going well at least. Maybe they could pick up fish and chips on the way instead, least a truck was warmer than walking.
Aye.. I think il keep you after all.
Joking along and lightening the mood a little, she knew Rajvi needed a freind but she not have to be a total killjoy at same time.
Well we can always pick up fish and chips to go, it seems like the party is starting to come to come to a close.
It was a lovely evening!
Smiling, minus a run in with a certain battlestation, kinda alot of snow it had been a rather good but cold evening. Even with the fake fur coat she would still be feeling it outside. The winter was definitely making its self known. It might clear up in the morning.
text me if you wanna meet for coffee? Or lunch?
Handing her phone number to Rajvi scribbled on back of a business card, she might not text, she might but be nice to have a few freinds in the city.
Swaythling round the rest of the event, everyone else seemed to have enjoyed it, Marinalia was safe home asleep, thr commotion by the doors seemed to have cleared, whatever it was.
For one night the city seemed to of escaped disator for a evening, shivering slightly. Sliding on her warm white fur coat, the polar bear ears where always cute, "borrowed" from her sister. Loosening her platter somewhat to a more casual style as evening was somewhat at a close.
roar.
Laughing with hood up, little polar bear ears poking out the hood, it was silly but hey, round freinds she could have a little fun.
Deciding some of there citizens had the right idea, most of the mayoral staff had headed home, where enjoying selves or like the mayor deciding that the vending was not quite over. He still had a city to run and the bikers where getting bold, reports of other bikers at 501 club. Sure that was nothing new but every little thing meant more feds.
Desiring to try and keep his somewhat pride intact, he would at least ask not be forced. Sending a badly spelled email from thr various drink they had enjoyed. They would allow them to launch whatever oporations and schemes they had. At least he had been able to send I'd some what freely.
@Lemons@SgtEasy@The1Rolling1Boy@RoccanIronclad@Pilatus