Lucifer Morningstar didn't make you do shit. (didnt_make_you) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-22 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lucifer morningstar, zelda |
Who: Lucifer Morningstar + Zelda
When: 10/20
Where: Black Tie Charity Event
What: Chatting
Rating/Warning: Low
Status: Complete
This was one of those events where people kept coming up to her and talking to her, and not letting her get out of the conversations. She kept trying to pull away--thinking she really should be getting home, she had to get up and film the next morning at way before reasonable people are up and about--but people kept dragging her back in. Her feet were starting to hurt in her amazing new shoes, and she just wanted to go home.
At least now that she was twenty-one she could have champagne at these things without drawing unwanted attention.
Lucifer never wanted to be at these things. The conversation was polite, boring, and never seemed to stop. And honestly, just because he had money did not mean he wanted to have a four hour long conversation about the strong points of the cheese selection.
Sadly, events like these couldn’t really be avoided without it turning into an entirely too dramatic affair.
He slipped away from yet another cheese conversation in guise of getting a new drink (at least there was that), and very nearly bumped into Zelda on his get away. “Oh,” he demurred. “Miss Hyrule. You look like you’ve had one tedious conversation too many tonight.”
Miss Hyrule had been mid-sip when he nearly bumped into her. And she started as if he was about to. She lowered the glass, swallowing quickly, then nodded a bit. “These things are chalk full of them, for sure,” she responded. Hopefully it wasn’t insulting. She tried her best not to insult her hosts, but sometimes it was unavoidable. “Tonight is no exception.”
“At least we all know how quality the brie is,” Lucifer said wryly, because he had absolutely no issue with being a little insulting -- so long as he was sure no real harm would come of it.
Zelda gave a soft snort of laughter that she tried to cover with a cough. She wouldn’t touch the food here. They may have gone all out with the drinks, but the food was second-rate tonight. Normally it was good. Tonight, however? Zelda was allowed to be snarky. “Oh, I’m going back for thirds for sure.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes, nodding in agreement before taking another sip of his drink. Open bars meant to little to him, considering he owned a bar. It was hardly even anything to write home about. “Be sure to try the gouda. There’s a silly joke there, but I won’t bother.”
Zelda grinned. “I’ll just pretend like you did, and give a little laugh. Hahaha.” She was an actress, and she could laugh well on command if she wanted to. This, though, was a gentle ‘ha ha ha’--haughty and playful. There was a quick pause after her laugh, and she turned to face him once more. “... can you remind me what charity this event is for, again?”
Lucifer blinked at that, and then had to frown thoughtfully for a moment that was entirely too long. “Uh. ...Children in need?” He wasn’t actually sure, and wondered if that was a huge problem.
Zelda gave another laugh, this time much more genuine. “You, too, huh?” She said, shaking her head. “Well, here’s to Children in Need, anyway.” She lifted her champagne flute in a toast and then sipped from it. “We should probably figure out exactly what the cause is, just in case someone asks.”
He mirrored the gesture and then sipped his drink as well, eyes going over the crowd. “I doubt anyone else knows, either. We all just show up and write checks. It’s a terrible habit.” A pause. “Not the donating part, obviously.”
“Obviously,” Zelda agreed with a smirk and a nod. “Actually, I don’t even write the checks anymore. My assistant does my scheduling and communicates it to my bookkeeper, who mails or hand-delivers the check. Honestly, I don’t even carry money around with me anymore.” Just a credit card and her driver’s license. She said the words with a bit of bewilderment. As in, ‘it’s crazy that this is my life.’
“Not many people carry money around,” Lucifer pointed out. He preferred to keep all his records to himself, although he did have a personal accountant. Taxes were the worst. “It’s more about giving face than money these days. But I suppose you know that.”
Zelda gave a gentle chuckle. “I know that.” She’d been raised to give face. That’s what happened when you had a billionaire as a father. “It doesn’t take much now-a-days, either. Seems paparazzi are just waiting around every corner lately.”
Lucifer made a face at that, but it was one that said there was some clear agreement to it. You’d think they’d have more important people to bother than him. Zelda here -- well. She’d gotten into movies, if he recalled properly. She was nearly asking for the attention, even if she wasn’t aware of it. “I hope you have a good agent that keeps you out of the unfortunate spotlights.”
Perhaps it was her foray into “the movies” that made Zelda more of a target. Perhaps she was silly not to make that connection. At the same time, the paparazzi had been following her since she was a child--that’s what came from being born and raised in the house of a billionaire. “So far so good.” She said, though she was considering trying to find a new talent agent. She wanted to make sure she was in the good spotlights and kept away from the unfortunate ones.
“That’s all one can really ask for, I suppose,” Lucifer said with a half of a shrug. “Alright. I’m going to attempt escape from this place, I’m not sure I can handle more dairy. Godspeed to you, Miss. Hyrule.”
“Good luck. It was nice speaking with you.” Zelda said, giving him a smile. She turned to head toward the exit herself, but was side tracked by some photographers who wanted just one more picture...