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Bethany Richards (hard_edge) wrote in free_form2,
@ 2008-03-23 15:41:00

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It was a Saturday evening in the heart of Las Vegas, the rich and the privileged had taken to the town in style. Women dressed in only the finest of dresses and men adorned with the most expensive watches and the fanciest cars, clearly enjoying showing off their wealth to those less fortunate than themselves.

Of course there were a few amongst the many that stood out from the crowd of repeats and copycats. One of those was Bethany Richards. She was elegantly dressed in a red silk dress that clung to her every asset and showed both wealth and taste without having to go over the top like the other ladies attending this social gathering.

Not much had been heard on the grapevine about the project underway by the Government. Bethany had chosen her side, for better and for worse. It would all come to a head eventually and she planned to be there, fighting for survival with teeth, nails and knives.

Currently she was sipping at a glass of champagne and taking in all the sights and sounds. The way in which the light played off the crystal chandeliers and sparkled over ostentatious earrings and necklaces that hung from necks Bethany was sure she’d rather strangle than watch.

Her gaze travelled from the people to the marbled flooring beneath her feet, hard to miss it with the way her heels clicked against it. Clearly the owner of the hotel had gone to extreme lengths to ensure only the best for his place, given that the marble was etched with art from Michelangelo.

She’d spoken to many people and laughed at some of the worst jokes she had ever heard but all in the interest of business and securing her name amongst the wealthy. Bethany finished off her glass and turned her gaze back to the party, familiar faces and unfamiliar blended together in front of her eyes.

Bethany swept some hair behind her ear then caught the scent of a familiar someone on the air and turned her gaze away from the crowd, inclining her head to catch his eyes with the greatest of ease, not that hard to do when her eyelashes seemed to go on for miles.

And in the next second she was gone, vanished before his very eyes, but if he was to look close enough he would see her moving away from the main crowd and into a nearby room. It wouldn’t hurt to speak in private.

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sinister_darian
2008-03-23 09:11 pm UTC (link)

Darian wasn't sure why he'd been put on the guest list.

The gala that had taken over the hotel ballroom was some sort of fundraiser for awareness. He'd noticed that wealthy humans liked to pretend they were 'aware' of the plights of others by stroking checks once per year and securing themselves tax write-offs. Exactly what he was supposed to be aware of -- prostate cancer, heart disease, mentally retarded children -- he had no fucking idea. The likelihood of him donating money to a cause was slim to none, no matter what the flavor.

In general, he stood around looking alternately bored and annoyed.

Bethany was there. Attractive blonde women in red dresses were difficult to miss. The fact that he hadn't seen her in months meant he had to down an extra drink, just to keep from striding after her, leaving a trail of his clothes behind. Impatient with himself and her, Darian suffered through another five minutes of conversation with a real estate tycoon, just to leave her waiting. He took his time extracting himself, and made an excuse about needing to get another drink. He found her in an empty salon full of uncomfortable furniture.

"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" He kept his face somewhere between a smile and a smirk.

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hard_edge
2008-03-23 09:29 pm UTC (link)

Bethany had stopped in front of an odd looking bird, apparently stuffed. How very morbid. She was busy peering into the bird's eyes when she felt Darian's presence rather than heard it.

"I believe we do," she answered as she turned to look at him. Fingertips curled into talons against the wings of the bird, a way in which to control herself and keep hands to herself. It had been months after all. Hard to believe they went that long without seeing one another.

She tipped her head and offered a smirk. "I'm assuming you've spent the evening having as many stimulating conversations as I have."

	sinister_darian 2008-03-24 03:04 am UTC (link)
	Darian noticed the gray smudges. "What did they threaten you with?" He rubbed her fingers between his own, taking care of the dust. Such a gesture would've been small, had he been anyone else. He put his hand back in his pocket. "Prison time? Disenfranchisement? Deportation to the mother country?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sinister_darian 2008-03-24 05:56 am UTC (link)
	"We haven't firmed up the date," he said distractedly. Darian took a step back and leaned his head on its ear. The little splinters of wood stood out on the marble floor her chair. An eyebrow lifted. "Something wrong?" He kept his poker face. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sinister_darian 2008-03-24 06:33 am UTC (link)
	"Neither am I." Darian stopped walking and looked into the case. She was reflected there, just a hint of red dress, peach skin, and yellow hair. It was a distorted view of her. Bethany was so much more than she seemed. She was his poison and the antidote, untouchable and as fragile as broken glass. "At least until I manage to get on your calendar," he amended. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hard_edge 2008-03-24 06:40 pm UTC (link)
	Bethany tipped her head back and let loose with a breathless laugh, the kind of laugh that came from a woman with nothing but the here and now on her mind, the kind of woman who wasn't thinking about tomorrow or the day after that. She lived in the now. "I'm kinda tempted to ditch the party," she admitted. "Find our own kind of fun." (Reply to this) (Thread)