01-05-2015, 07:16 PM
Dane laughed when someone told a joke, but the retorts in Spanish made him glare and walk away. He couldn't stand to subject his hearing the poor player that took his turn at the piano pounded out, so he wandered into a farther parlor where a group chat about one of the paintings. It made him miss sketching his mockinbirds, but having promised Damien to set aside his villainous persona, he'd not sketched them since. Other things, however, he might doodle as boredom grew.
He was watching the bubbles rise in the golden liquid of his glass when a distorted, purple reflection caught his gaze. A woman spoke. Dane blinked and tried to study what she may have referenced, but nothing unusual stood out to him. Perhaps she referenced the Mexicans' poor tastes in tailors. It was what Dane would have described.
A posh accent responded, bored, and a trifle irritated that he was so unsure of which particular element in view was the pathetic one. "What is, my dear?"
She wasn't particularly attractive, even in that dress. The style was ill-suited to the harsh demeanor she posed: too flirty and feminine, at odds with the muscular cut of her arms, the broadness of her shoulders, and the clip of her tongue. Blood red would have been more classic on her: simple lines, diamond jewelry. That was what Dane would have selected she wear.
He of course was far too polite to indicate as such, though. And since she smiled first, he returned the favor.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jan 5 2015, 07:18 PM.
He was watching the bubbles rise in the golden liquid of his glass when a distorted, purple reflection caught his gaze. A woman spoke. Dane blinked and tried to study what she may have referenced, but nothing unusual stood out to him. Perhaps she referenced the Mexicans' poor tastes in tailors. It was what Dane would have described.
A posh accent responded, bored, and a trifle irritated that he was so unsure of which particular element in view was the pathetic one. "What is, my dear?"
She wasn't particularly attractive, even in that dress. The style was ill-suited to the harsh demeanor she posed: too flirty and feminine, at odds with the muscular cut of her arms, the broadness of her shoulders, and the clip of her tongue. Blood red would have been more classic on her: simple lines, diamond jewelry. That was what Dane would have selected she wear.
He of course was far too polite to indicate as such, though. And since she smiled first, he returned the favor.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jan 5 2015, 07:18 PM.