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

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> 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.

Aurora curtsies gracefully.  One set of foster parents had been rather
insistent on that point, she finaly mentally thanked them.
>
> 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.

Tagging into the party...