Bex | Marcel
"Fashion is the second love of my life, darling." Rebekah leaned in as Marcel pressed a kiss to her temple, her own arm sliding around his waist to keep him close, and a devious smirk tugged at her lips with his words. Nuzzling his cheek, Rebekah playfully nipped at his ear. "I hope not nearly as much as you approve of taking me out of it later on."
Though, the moment was interrupted when Marcel laid eyes on Damien and Alyssa. The other vampire was the spitting image of Damon Salvatore and probably had an ego to match. Rebekah was attempting to keep her claws sheathed at the moment. Alyssa was a grown woman and Rebekah wasn't about to tell her who to date. Besides, from what Kol told her, Alyssa could handle herself if the moment got dicey. While Rebekah would always protect her, she also didn't want to suffocate her.
Marcel's words pulled her from her thoughts and Rebekah immediately allowed a smile to slide back into place on her face as she turned to Marcel. "Sure, Josh can handle-" And just like that someone ended up with champagne all of over them. Oh bloody hell. Shaking her head, Rebekah couldn't help, but laugh just a little.
"You did indeed, love. Let me go and get the poor man another glass and some towels." While Rebekah was sure Irina would have blown up at the server, Rebekah handled things a bit more...smoothly. Walking over to the server and the agitated guest, Rebekah offered the latter a smile, assuring him they would get him cleaned up and a fresh glass of whatever he wanted. To the server, she was far less kind. If it happened again tonight, he would be terminated on the spot. They couldn't afford mistakes like that here. Then she ordered him to get the man towels while she went to the bar and put in an order for the man's drink. It was the least they could bloody do. Rebekah was silently fuming, but mistakes happened. It was why she was flexible. Somewhat.
"Here you go, love. Bartender made it special for you as requested. It looks like we got you cleaned up. Now, if there is anything else you require you can come see me directly and I'll handle it." She offered him another smile before finally making her way back to Marcel.
"Mistakes happen, but I informed the server that if it happens again, he's done for tonight and for any other gathering we hold here." Rebekah turned her gaze from the server and guest back to Marcel. "Now, should we get that dance before someone else spills champagne on someone?"