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WHO: Elijah, Parisa and Victoria. (Oh my!)
WHAT: "Business" meetings, drinks and general awesomeness.
WHEN: Thursday night
WHERE: Manhattan, upper east side.
RATING: TBA.



Some described it as a harmonic convergence happening, much like the rare moments when all the planets aligned or a solar eclipse occurred. Others described it as a sign of trouble to come, serving as an omen for the insanity that would follow them later on that night. But if you asked Elijah what things felt like as he sent out the string of text messages that would spark this gathering. He'd just say it was a playful energy that built up between them and eventually exploded onto the world around them.

Meeting up with Parisa for drinks to discuss her new business venture was one thing. Add Victoria to the mix and that was just a recipe for wild times waiting to happen. Sure Elijah did his hardest to separate himself from his former ways but around his two favorite party girls... well, the old Eli sometimes emerged to remind everyone he still knew how to have fun. Even if it meant waking up with a stranger in his bed from time to time. But really folks, the former bad boy was reformed now. Well... mostly.

The proposition was simple enough: the triad of awesome (as they were formally known) was to meet up at Geisha House. Manhattan's latest offering for the elite club-slash-restaurant realm. The restaurant was outfitted like some of the classic tea houses from Japan with the waitresses dressed up in the classic garb as they offered the best food the upper east side had to offer. Well, for now. But of course like most establishments Geisha House had some of the best DJ's spinning the hottest tracks in their private club that catered to those who wanted to get on the floor and shake what their momma gave them. What was there not to love about it? It was classic blended with contemporary!

The gathering was a great break in the hustle and bustle that had been Eli's life lately. He genuinely loved his job but with the struggle of expanding his foundation to a new location stressing him out, the boy finally reasoned that perhaps it was time he take a night out on the town. Or so Warren and Betsy instructed him on the phone. Seriously, who conference called their own son to tell him he needed a break? It also didn't help that the news of the tragedy was still heavy in the media, or that prick Tobias felt the need to try to put him through the ringer again. As much as he tried to laugh off the gossip that was created about him, Eli sometimes just wanted to pierce Tobias' spinal cord with one of his arrows. Especially if meant shutting the asshole up for a moment.

But no, Eli was different now. He was more mature and tried not to let the bottom feeders and the general upset of the world bring him down. Still, could the boy be blamed for being human and needing a night out to forget his worries?

Instead of paying more attention to all the things that had been on his mind lately, Elijah focused on his outing with the girls. Tonight was to be about fun and damn it, he was going to make sure that mission was accomplished. So once he left the office and flew (yes flew) to his home, he made sure to make himself presentable. He knew they each drew attention to themselves naturally but put the triad all together and well, Eli wouldn't be surprised if their pictures ended up in X Magazine the following week. So he dressed for attention, slipping on his favorite jeans that made his ass look amazing and a form fitting button down that came from the SPLICE spring collection. (Sometimes it rocked having a certain hook up.) As Elijah stepped out of his apartment he felt and knew he looked good. Making sure to have everything he need for the night: his wallet, phone and the number to the family lawyer programed on auto dial. Yep, he was set to go.

The commute to Geisha House was uneventful and thankfully no photographers trailed after him trying to search for their next big scoop. He didn't have the patience for them right now, but he was bound to change his tune after a few drinks. Elijah was the first to arrive to the club and instantly more of his old nature was evoked. He was still his kind self and polite to people, but there was more of a flirtatious nature to him. A part of him that knew how to charm people into giving him what he wanted. Waiting for a table? Psh! No such thing for the young heir, instead he flirted with the host and mentally nudged him before a second later he was being shown to one of the best tables in the house. Oh yes, slowly but surely Elijah was retrograding to his old ways.

"Thank you," he said to the waitress who seated him. He could hear those thoughts spiraling around in an infectious buzz. Fuck, chances are she recognized him. Eli played it cool and reasoned he was the first of the group to arrive as he took his seat, settling in as he placed his drink order. "Irish trash can, please. Perhaps you can recommend a good appetizer for me to try out?" he asked as he offered the girl a million-watt smile. Oh yes he was flirting with the waitress who giggled bashfully at him in her geisha garb. It was his way of ensuring they got the best service of the night and perhaps of entertaining himself while he waited.

When his drink arrived Elijah took the first ceremonial sip of the night, the bitter alcohol burning it's way down his throat as he glanced around. Some people eyed him, others looked at him like he was underdressed. Elijah brushed off those thoughts buzzing around him and instead focused on relaxing for the night. He could hear the distant sound of music pulsing a little further into the restaurant, part of him itching to get out there and drown in the beats. Perhaps with a cute stranger, perhaps with his girls. It didn't matter. Eli kept working on his drink as his mind kept absently reaching out until he locked onto a thought pattern that felt familiar. Oh, seemed his company arrived and now the games could truly begin.