Re: The City: Sasha, Jude, Oliver
Oliver would have gladly told Sasha that only pretentious people hated parties like these, but that was because Oliver liked to aggravate pretty things. Especially when pretty things were looped into the affection of his brother's arm. The whole stupid world was pretentious, placing an immeasurable importance on everything that they did, whether it was throwing a gala or putting their boho chic recycling bin out on the curb. But Oliver? He found everything useless unless it was interesting, a mindset that was often at tumultuous odds with the romantic artist in him. It was a sad, damaged little life that he led, but he was always accepting donations to make things a little brighter. Even if those donations weren't quite donations, but more along the lines of grand larceny. It was difficult to define really, besides, Jude was the brother that was better with words, if only because Jude had all the luxury and free time to read books and be interested by them too. Oliver might have been jealous, but he preferred to pretend that he felt sorry for his brother dear. Always being tangled up in a book or a conversation or being charming, how time consuming.
This wasn't to say that Oliver couldn't be charming on nights like these when the need called for it. He saved up his charm for months at a time just for these kinds of special occasions, which made him poor company for others during the rest of the year… but it was worth it because right now he was smiling. It wasn't a fake smile either, this smile was teeth on his lip, a dimple in the chin, and eyes bright. It was delighted, and maybe just a little excited, when he pivoted on the toe of a polished dress shoe to face his cohorts, close and discreet when he leaned in just a bit.
"Don't you just love the smell of money?" Tonight's party smelled like champagne and caviar, shoe polish and Parisian perfume.