01-15-2024, 08:43 PM
Scion entered the party with Vena on his arm, and together they walked straight to his old friend, Konstantin. Scion smirked as the two shook hands, each still trying to out-squeeze the other.
“Getting weak, old man.” Scion challenged. Of the two, Konstanin was the taller, but Scion was always built like a battle tank. He may have more girth around the waist, but he cut a fine fucking form in his tux, and Konstantin could blow over in a summer breeze. Next, he addressed Edita, whom he kissed once on each cheek in greeting.
“Congratulations on your anniversary, Edita. He does not deserve so beautiful a woman staying with him for forty years. When you’re ready to leave him, I am waiting.” He then introduced Vena, in case they had forgotten her name. There was no comparing the young and sexy Vena to the more mature Edita, but Scion was sure that she had no trouble making her husband hard as a rock assuming he took his viagra first.
With the flinging of insults and compliments complete, he asked Vena to procure a drink for him while he approached the Ascendancy. He was rather surrounded, as to be expected, but the approach of Scion Marveet made way. Scion was acutely aware that everyone in sight would know he was flagged to succeed Valentin when the old cocksucker finally retired, or better, died, and he was enveloped in the group with open arms (metaphorically speaking - he was kind of still on Ascendancy’s shit list).
He shook hands with Myshelov, scoffing at the man’s gaudy mask. “What’s with these bullshit costumes? We look like a bunch of fucking prick clowns at a low budget orgy.” Myshelov would appreciate the derisive comment, but even Scion made sure to say it while Ascendancy was busy talking to someone else.