Re: Nic / Lem
"Drunk people are more likely to spend ridiculous amounts of money on things they could buy themselves for less, all in the name of charity," Nic said, following her train of thought. "Usually the auction items are donated. It gives the donor exposure, and the earnings go to a good cause. I... have no idea what this one is raising money for," he laughed lightly. He should probably know that. It couldn't just be a super high priced Christmas party. Once they got settled in an area they could survey the other attendees, he took a sip of his drink, smiling at mention of his sister. "She likes that retro style," he agreed. "I think boyfriend is the appropriate term. I don't know that they've discussed it. But yeah, definitely her boyfriend. He's from down south. Got crazy animal magnetism powers."
Lem didn’t know what this charity was all about either. She didn’t have any money anyway, which probably radiated off of her like a smell, to these people. Lem didn’t care. She was there with and for Nic, and that was all that mattered. She was already scoping out little ways to make some mischief though ... because why not? Nothing some poor janitor would have to clean up, but just little things to ruffle some rich-people feathers. She was listening to Nic as she slowly looked around at everyone, but her focus came back to him with a raised eyebrow at the last part. “Like in a sexy way, or with for-real animals?” she asked, half-amused. Nothing really sounded weird to her anymore.
Nic had no problem with mischief so long as it wasn't so big as to get them thrown out. He might not love these things, but not getting invited back also grated on him. He'd rather sit in that gray area where they couldn't tell him no, even if they didn't want him to be there. It was probably weird, but he wanted it to be his choice whether he went or not, not theirs. "Like for-real animals," Nic smiled. "He can talk to 'em. Zan says he's got three familiars: a dog, a cat, and a snake. I gotta wonder what it's like in a snake's mind, you know?"
They were standing close to a table where some people had left glasses of water, and Lem idly picked up one of the cloth napkins to stuff it down into the glass. It was really just something to do with her free hand while she pondered how cool it would be to talk to animals. “Probably pretty chill,” she suggested, giving Nic an amused look. “Until a yummy mouse happens by or something. That’s cool though, that he’s all Doctor Dolittle-ish.” Taking another swallow from her glass, Lem leaned in against Nic’s side, gently headbutting his shoulder. “So what do you do at these things? Chat about like, real estate and the stock market and yachts and shit? Do people dance? Do you even know how to dance?” She grinned up at him a little.