The grand ball

[Nox]

So much for being alone outside. Nox smirked at the question as he leaned down on the railing overlooking the rest of the yard beneath. "Hardly, I could do that all night."


Nox didn't turn to look at his new dance partner, because that's all this was. He was here to suss him out, he was here because he danced with someone he cared for. It wasn't the first, nor the last time it had happened. And it always ended up the same way. Though a fight in the middle of some fancy ball was hardly going to go down. But a man was a man and most of them were possessive assholes - himself included.

And Nox was sure this man didn't fight his own fights. Nox continued as if nothing had interrupted his words. "Let me guess, I was dancing with your wife/girlfriend/sister and you are here to put me in my place."


Nox turned and looked at the man who was here. He was an older gentleman, much older than Vena which meant one of two things, she really liked old guys, or she was in it for the money. Possibly both, but Nox would bank the remainder of the money in his pocket on the latter. The man seemed vaguely familiar, though Nox didn't know why, he didn't really care. This man was nothing. And any body guard he might have on hand he could snap like a twig if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to use his gift to hurt people, but he would if this man threatened his life. Nox smile sweetly at him waiting for the first round of threats to commence.