Spent the weekend exploring a cave system in the jungle.
Ancient idol of fortune recovered, at the cost of a few traps and a couple encounters with rather large ants…
She imagines he’s set quite the record for disappearing fast. Perhaps going so far as to never make an appearance at all, maybe?
“And I fear they’ll be extra chatty to make up for my absence now.”
She points out with a slight sigh. There’s no winning among these folk. He >
He got some sort of enjoyment out of it, dodging past a couple dozen other rich folk who have awful conversations. He used to time himself when he was younger to see how fast he could slip away before anyone noticed.
“Well, I’d hate for you to get stuck with them all at the +
< slips off his jacket and drapes it over her exposed shoulders. Here she thought there was no chivalry amongst American men! A quiet thanks is offered to him and she holds his jacket snug around her. It smells like cologne.
“Too true. They always speak about the very same >
< outside of the party. She only wishes she might’ve grabbed her coat first. Hindsight.
“You’ve got quite some skill with that.”
She teases with a wide grin.
“Mind if I bring you along to the rest of my engagements this week?”
She does follow along behind him, sticking close to avoid any unforeseen obstacles. She keeps her hurried pace, but does offer more than a dozen polite smiles and waves and ‘thank you’s.
The stranger cuts them a path with some clever small talk, and they find themselves >
“We’ll see.” He joked, a quick glance around the room before he trailed off from her, knowing she’ll follow swiftly behind. He leads her through the back of the crowd effortlessly, clear he’s done this far too often.
“Bill? Wow, did you know Martin is here? Yeah, he’s down by +
“I think I can manage to keep up.”
She answers swiftly, setting down her champagne on the nearest flat surface. No more small talk from her. She wants out of here, even if it means following a stranger who knows where. Sun-tanned hands lift the fabric of her dress just enough, >
He gets it. He’d rather be flying through the sky, fighting Fin Fang Foom, or hell even stuck in his work lab while he tinkers away.
There’s a little grin across his lips, thinking about to all the times he’s been in this position. “You gotta wait for people to their business +
< good night’s rest.
“I meant no offense…”
She starts, thinking she’s probably said that like to the wrong person finally. He leans in and she listens, biting at her lip a little.
“However did you manage? Sneak out the back?”
“Quite large, yes.”
It’s always the same crowds, isn’t it? People with nothing to do aside from get dressed up and eat and drink and talk. She’d much rather spend her time doing something more useful. Recover a missing artifact, discover a lost city, or maybe even get a >
“Third, eh? They must be big fans.”
His eyes glance around the room. He recognised a lot of the faces, many attend parties or gala’s of his own. The thought of talking to any of them sent a shiver down his spine.
An eyebrow rose at her words, a laugh couldn’t help but to +
< honor from all the guests. Their company makes it all worthwhile. It reminds me why I do what I do.”
She tacks on, just in case he might be one of the morons who planned this event.
“It’s the third one this week. It gets a bit tedious.”
She has a sip of her champagne, tucking a stray strand of brunette hair behind her ear. She hates getting all dressed up like this too. Silky dresses and her hair done up…it’s just not her.
“Though I do appreciate the >
“You’re the one that looks the most bored. Whenever I have one these for me, I’m practically daydreaming pretending I’m anywhere else.” He lets out a little chuckle, a sip of his soda taken as he leans against the wall.
“Not a fan of all this?”
It is ‘good stuff’, as he said. Perhaps the most pleasant offering at this entire event.
Emmy looks at the stranger as he speaks, pulling her focus from where she had been spaced out.
“Hm? Oh, what gave me away?”
Wouldn’t know, he’s drinking a soda. But he knows the brand, the good stuff from what he remembers.
Hope she doesn’t mind him coming up to her—She look pretty bored. “So—I presume you’re the star of this gala, mh?”