[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

[Spikey]

Mitsuko, Mara, Aurora
Avatar, Vampire, Mage
On the road again - Following Crosby

"We meet again, Mr. Crosby."  Mara says.  "I hope you don't mind, but I ran into a couple of ladies who were also going to attend the party without the benefit of an escort.  Would you mind at least escorting the three of us into the party?"  She had a feeling he wouldn't, as most guys thought it a sign of great status to show up with more than one 'date' for a party like this.  

"Little lambs lost are they?" Crosby asked with his usual aplomb. "It would be an honour to escort all of you to such an event. After all, a man such as myself can only benefit from such company." he bows politely to Auroara and Mitsuko as they alight from the car. 

Once the party goers are ready, he leads them towards the house itself. Grand stone stairs in a half circle sprawl away from the large open doors, complete with faux medival hinges and bell. The sounds from within are clearly live, a string quartet is playing somewhere, just slightly louder than the conversations between them and the musicians. 

Beyond the doors the hallway is busy with guests and staff. Waiters and caterers carry trays of drinks and finger food, groups of powerful people chat and pose. 

Directly in front of themn is a trio, two men and a girl. A study in contrast, one man is millitary in demeanour yet seemingly at home in the company. The other is well manacured, handsome and gragarious. The girl seems to be somewhat enjoying their company.

On the stairs stands the Malkavian Primogen Christophe Bennet, whom Mara met before. Dressed in a tuxedo and quite a lot of gold, the man's hawk like gaze washed over them. On his arm is a rather scantily glad girl nearly dressed in a sequined number. 

Further up the stairs on the broad landing is Prince Montoya and Devlin, with a dark haired woman Mara had not seen before. The Prince was ramrod tall and perfectly attired in armani, as was his prim date. The Beuaty who stood beside them carried herself with an old world elegance, her looks echoed the European styles.


[Don't be afraid...of what you cannot TAG] 
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