Rita + Kingsley
Making a hasty escape from her conversation with Lucius she swanned her way over to find herself another glass of wine. Perhaps it was most unwise, but Rita wasn't always smart when it came how she regulated how she imbibed. It was also probably unwise to stir up trouble as she had with Lucius, but hey it wouldn't be a party if she didn't stir something up.
Rita finally located a waiter with a tray of wine. She swooped gracefully by and snagged a glass of champagne off the tray. Rita was back to circulating and listening in on other people's conversations. She was focused on something about the museum, hushed whispers that turned out to be uninteresting. Rita backed up and bumped into something, no someone. She turned around and found herself in the presences of Kingsley. "Oh, hi," she said feeling a bit stupid for not saying something different. The last they had spoke it had been interesting. She wasn't really sure where they stood, it appeared they had both been avoiding each other. Part of her said starting up again would be stupid, but the other part of her wanted to. Though wasn't that always the way?