Romus Sisters . City Hall
7.30 PM ish, City Hall, Olympus Heavy Industries Victory Gala
Marla noticed his facial expression, he was not hiding his.. dislike, annoyance, passive aggression perhaps well. and people said she was a bitch and ice queen at times, he was hardly the social bedside manner expert. noting his badge and details from earlier. oh yeah, the mayor had asked them to drop off a letter at that small rescue center on the edge of the river. The boss, or whoever was on the desk was a sharp slightly older woman who had seemed to have some nature of running the show. where they all like that?
behind her Milo waited, finishing off a glass of beer and leaving it next to his wifes glass, a military tattoo viable on his lower upper arm and humming along to the music, a tad drunk. but who was not. it was a party after all, well maybe not this guy.
Oh, i remember, you where guys i got sent as postal woman too.
you boss seemed, a tad... sharp. Oh, and im in Private healthcare, so yes, we have odd different titles. She could see his thoughts written like a book and reaction to her name and what she did, he was one of those, Volunteer, or what it some city funded rescue team, she had no idea but they had turned up, never hurt to have a extra first aider on stand by. Things had gone pretty calmly, she had a very well concealed ear piece under her long blonde hair and a very faint throat mic, and control hidden in her clutch. much as she was a guest, she also ran the show. Noting the shudder at alcohol, was she under age.. that kind of was Marlas Problem, the whole city hall deal did not include under age drinking.
Ok, have a safe trip back... you might be waiting a while for a cab tonight. better late and safe. Marla Gave her a wave back, Ice queen she was, a woman alone in a city, better waiting here for a cab, it may be a delay but the city hall area was more well lit and safer than other sections of the city.
Milo gave him a glance and headed over, somewhat drunk, but also confident naturally, leaving a woman to walk it alone? in a city? was he meant to be her date or what? he seemed a rather lack luster choice if he was. with a easy going English accent, he had picked up tinges here and there as he traveled alot previously. still noticeable, Marla hated his southern expressions. having a quiet word.
Hi, see ya'll know, ,it a city, maybe walk her home pal, Women appreciate a Gentleman, and them streets aint always safe for a lone lady.
I met my lovely wife at a night like this, just a thought... enjoy life, maybe walk her home, before ya know it, you could be at the alter!
Live a little, Maybe you could even leave tonight with a date. Expectro Patromum! Cheer up mate, you could make a demantor extra from Harry potter! need a beer in ya. Laughing, they had met at a Royal Marines formal Ball, Marla was one of his squad mates sister, and they had struck it off well, year later the two still acted like a pair of newly weds on a honey moon when together. sure they had a kid but the joy had never left the two of them, but being abandoned to sate as a child, he had found a family at last, even taken his wifes surname, discarding the one he had for one with meaning that was not merely those who had left him to face the world alone. Remembering the movie reference as Marla laughed somewhat, she would deny it in public but she loved the movies and had seen them far too many times.
pulling his wife over and spinning her into a kiss, holding her back, Marlas robotic leg took a second to register and moved a fraction slower than organic one, causing the metal tipped heal to dig into floor a second. smiling and returning it before noticing the rather less amused man at the table.
Excuse me, i owe this Lovely Lady a dance. Leading Marla off away from the Dementor, wow, he should join Azkaban Recutment, the place needed people willing to suck the fun out everything, he looked like he be running it in record time. The two of them soon forgetting his miasma of gloom dancing the night away, with a a little slower pace letting Marla keep up and helping her balance in the more dramatic moves.
Vesarian gave a quick glance to scarred person by the bar, she seemed ot have been trying to look after her, noting a glass of water and nudged away glass of champagne. yeah she had had enough for now. Victoria cheered up a a little and soon found her self nodding to Ashton. maybe the was bad luck, but she did not want to ruin everyone elses evening as well as she had her own.
Thanks, think im in safe hands now. Enjoy the party. I took enough of your evening. Hope your love life works out better than mine!
If i see you, we can have coffee sometime.
Il figure something out... even if im making breakfast for the next month...Vesarian gave the woman a nod, and thanked her for helping Victoria. She had got herself into a abit of a state, but was glad someone was there to keep her from making things much worse, bad hang over but she would no worse for wear. With a rather mixed accent both Russain and English, he had a natural authority from years a captain but also kept a more clam and tone that made it like they where sailing a flat sea even in the harshest storms.
Helping her down, even with the stick, somewhat shakey, he made sure she was steady before concentrating on Ashton.
Thank you, go enjoy as Victoria says. il make sure she gets home safe.
Managed it solo as a single dad for 15 years, think i can handle one drunk daughter tonight. enjoy the evening, theirs a few dance partners about... if your so interested. make most of a evening after all. With a slight air of sadness behind the unyielding grey eyes, so much like Victoria, as he mentioned the ending, he had loved his wife, they had met after Maria and him had gone bad, this time he had not make those mistakes again and stuck with her from the first to the last, when Victoria was 8, she had died. but he had honored his promise to her, and later to Marinallia years later to support them whatever illness, argument or event had happened.
Victoria had been a raven haired athlete before the mystery illness had effected her so. even though he had been so scared, he had never let her see so, and the bond between them had grown closer over those months.
Heading off with a wave from both of them, and going over to a table nearer the stage, greeted with a hug from a woman who looked almost Marinalias twin, about 20 or so years older, Marinalia though the two sisters seemed to a little frosty but each kept calm and both seemed to be between the two parents who where holding hands, while both trying to look after there respective daughters. some jobs, where never done and despite both being women who could live on own, and eared own money in good jobs. sometimes, everyone needed a a little support.
Maybe at least they could stop them killing each other once the family left back for the UK, or out to sea!
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