Who: Rabastan and Serafina What: talking at her party. When: Monday night [backdated] Where: the Empire, a fine wizarding establishment Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
The party was, of course, a success. Rabastan had picked the perfect grand old building, and he knew just how to set the mood of refined fun that forbid debauchery and at the same time, made it tempting. He had hardly done any work, merely barked orders at his elf and shaken hands with the owner of the place, with whom he was already familiar. And in exchange, he'd gotten to attend the party himself, and there was a bottle of fine Italian wine waiting for him whenever he chose to drink it. He wouldn't be enjoying both things tonight; tonight he was nursing a lovely glass of his favorite whiskey and playing host. Salazar, he loved throwing parties.
After greeting the birthday girl and ensuring that she took center stage tonight, he had mostly disappeared behind the scenes to mingle: not purposefully ignoring her, but not purposefully making himself a part of her birthday experience, either. He'd simply slipped his present - a choker necklace, which he rather felt accurately represented her effect on him - in among the others on the table that had been provided, rather than handing it to her in person. The small accompanying card, little more than her name and his, would tell her who it was from.
A few hours into the party, however, he turned away from topping off his drink and spotted her in the crowd. Or rather, a little bit outside of it, not quite as much in the spotlight, even for the briefest of moments. Taking the opportunity, he circled around the room and came up behind her, standing slightly closer than was strictly necessary and just a little bit to her left. "Having fun?" he asked, voice pitched so that it would reach her but not the people around them. The question was only intended for one person.