Blaise Selwyn Zabini (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dark_blaise) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Blaise was well aware that the invitation stated that all that was required were hugs and kisses for the birthday girls. Still, he followed the proper protocol of bringing a gift. Each of his pockets carried a potion vial necklace that held just hangover potion that he was certain they would appreciate in the morning. When he saw each girl he gave her the required hug, a kiss on the cheek, and slipped the vial over her neck after telling her what was in it.
Not that Blaise made a bee line for either girl upon his arrival. He knew that eventually he'd make his way around to them. Instead he enjoyed the leisure afforded by milling around and taking the time to interact with a variety of individuals. Unlike his younger days, mingling had become common place for him these days. Blaise had learned that it took all types to make things happen and unfortunately that meant bending at times to deal with those you might not normally find yourself with. On the other hand, it had also led him to deepened interactions with some he had only interacted with on the surface before.
What the night held he didn't know. One thing Blaise knew was that there was good food, plenty to drink, and a smattering of pretty girls. Seriously, what more cold a bloke ask for? So, with a drink in his hand and smile on his face, Blaise made his way through the crowd nodding and waiting to see who could pull his attention.