12-04-2013, 07:18 PM
"A bit of fresh air does the body good, right miss?"
Drayson helped a lovely young Tahitian woman to a chair as her date stormed off to the washroom to try and get the stains in his expensive suit out from where she had spilled her drink on him, startled as she was by the commotion of the crashing doors. "I've never understood why boys like that get so worked up over a spilled drink. Most of them will never wear the same shirt twice, yes?"
The woman smiled timidly, clearly preoccupied with concern over what her date might do to vent his anger later that night. Drayson had seen the man's type plenty of times before. Once upon a time he had been just another stock and file beat cop, responding to domestic disturbance calls a couple times a night. He'd learned a long time ago that there were some folks you just couldn't help, but some stubborn part of him kept offering. It was what set him apart from others; he was as bitter and worn as one could expect, but he didn't let it drag him down.
Drayson dug into his pocket to pull out one of his business cards and frowned when he found something entirely out of place there-in. He pulled out a ring. A rather expensive ring. He glanced at the Tahitian woman, or more specifically her expensive necklace, then to the ring again. The fellow that had joined him at the snack table was likely to blame.
He sighed quietly and carefully returned the ring to the woman's finger, making no effort to hide the fact that it had somehow come from his pocket. Before she could comment however, there was a new disturbance that rippled through the room. He slid the ring back on the woman's finger and stood, plucking free one of his cards and holding it out to her, offering her a tired smile. "Hope you'll use it, lass. No need to be wasting your time with a child like that."
She took the card with a frown, but before she could offer whatever excuse she was clouding herself with to justify the relationship, Drayson just turned and assessed the most recent commotion. It was turning into quite the interesting party, as far as this sort of shin-dig went anyway. His gaze swept the room, and his height gave him a clear view of just what was going on.
He let out an impressed whistle at the sight that greeted him. The Ascendancy himself had made an appearance. And, apparently, already run afoul of some of the party's guests.
Drayson had never had the pleasure of meeting the man that, in concept at least, signed his cheques. His entire purpose of inviting himself to the party had been to remind the CCD's higher ups to step lightly, but surely Ascendancy's presence would do a far better job of that. The man had a bit of a reputation for not humouring idiots.
He strolled through the crowd easily enough; even with all eyes on Ascendancy and his new-found 'friend', it was hard not to notice a man as large or oddly dressed as Drayson, and most were willing to step out of his way. He wouldn't intrude on them, but wouldn't pass up the chance to shake the man's hand either. After all, it was this man's hard work that had set the stage for Britain's rise from the ashes, so to speak.
Drayson helped a lovely young Tahitian woman to a chair as her date stormed off to the washroom to try and get the stains in his expensive suit out from where she had spilled her drink on him, startled as she was by the commotion of the crashing doors. "I've never understood why boys like that get so worked up over a spilled drink. Most of them will never wear the same shirt twice, yes?"
The woman smiled timidly, clearly preoccupied with concern over what her date might do to vent his anger later that night. Drayson had seen the man's type plenty of times before. Once upon a time he had been just another stock and file beat cop, responding to domestic disturbance calls a couple times a night. He'd learned a long time ago that there were some folks you just couldn't help, but some stubborn part of him kept offering. It was what set him apart from others; he was as bitter and worn as one could expect, but he didn't let it drag him down.
Drayson dug into his pocket to pull out one of his business cards and frowned when he found something entirely out of place there-in. He pulled out a ring. A rather expensive ring. He glanced at the Tahitian woman, or more specifically her expensive necklace, then to the ring again. The fellow that had joined him at the snack table was likely to blame.
He sighed quietly and carefully returned the ring to the woman's finger, making no effort to hide the fact that it had somehow come from his pocket. Before she could comment however, there was a new disturbance that rippled through the room. He slid the ring back on the woman's finger and stood, plucking free one of his cards and holding it out to her, offering her a tired smile. "Hope you'll use it, lass. No need to be wasting your time with a child like that."
She took the card with a frown, but before she could offer whatever excuse she was clouding herself with to justify the relationship, Drayson just turned and assessed the most recent commotion. It was turning into quite the interesting party, as far as this sort of shin-dig went anyway. His gaze swept the room, and his height gave him a clear view of just what was going on.
He let out an impressed whistle at the sight that greeted him. The Ascendancy himself had made an appearance. And, apparently, already run afoul of some of the party's guests.
Drayson had never had the pleasure of meeting the man that, in concept at least, signed his cheques. His entire purpose of inviting himself to the party had been to remind the CCD's higher ups to step lightly, but surely Ascendancy's presence would do a far better job of that. The man had a bit of a reputation for not humouring idiots.
He strolled through the crowd easily enough; even with all eyes on Ascendancy and his new-found 'friend', it was hard not to notice a man as large or oddly dressed as Drayson, and most were willing to step out of his way. He wouldn't intrude on them, but wouldn't pass up the chance to shake the man's hand either. After all, it was this man's hard work that had set the stage for Britain's rise from the ashes, so to speak.