York Wedding Party
Thanks to her uncle, Hunter was well acquainted with the formal dinner scene aboard the Mare Crisium. Whenever there was a rather dull sit-down dinner or event for Archer to make token attendance at, whether it was with celebrities like it was tonight or just generally rubbing elbows with the upper-crust of whatever group of passengers they had that year, Hunter played the part of her uncle's esteemed guest with practiced precision.
He generally brought O'Brien along as the first mate, as was often customary, but when allowed Hunter always brought up the rear.
She'd been working on board for five summers, and she'd seen and sat through her share of boring evenings as a result. She knew how to paste on the smiles, how to be cordial and polite and engaging, but where to draw the line. How to behave herself, to not embarrass her uncle, no matter how much someone got under her skin. She wasn't working, but it was like working. Tonight actually didn't sound so bad at least, since celebrities were a hell of a lot more interesting than half of the other people on the ship on a typical journey.
They weren't sitting with any of the celebrities directly, of course, they were with the prizewinners. But the celebrities were in the building, and Hunter had high hopes of rubbing elbows with them. It could be an opportune chance. Show up to please Archer, end up in a chance encounter with millionaire Hollywood playboy. A girl could dream.
When she arrived, only a few minutes later, there were already people seated at the banquet table with her uncle and his first mate. But she was quick to flash them a smile from across the room, waving briefly with her clutch purse she'd picked out to go with her dress for the evening. In her heels, she towered above even her usual height. They gave her another three inches, at least. "Evening everybody," she greeted the gathered guests, once she actually reached the table, sitting down into her chair on Archer's opposite side as her uncle got up pulled the seat out for her. He usually did that sort of thing for her, and she was quick to nod her thanks to him, followed by a cursory glance around the table once she was seated.
Her eyes settled on Marcus almost right away, her smile going a little crooked, as she raised one eyebrow at him just slightly. Taking him in, the equally large man at his side. Interesting indeed. "Y'all having a good time so far?" the blonde inquired of the people sitting closest to her. She glanced at the menu in front of her, looking for the selection of wine mostly. She needed a glass of red for this.