05-21-2014, 12:28 AM
Jaxen's exit was interrupted, and overshadowed, by another of Moscow's renowned playboy bachelors. With a gorgeous Chinese woman on his left arm, and a certain pop star on his right, the Privelege of Dominence IV, the beloved Son of Tokyo, the prodigal modern-day ninja-cum-millionaire, Takeo Onoda entered Block Two, and suddenly the grand entryway was a mass of hungry arms and empty well-wishes. The Privelege traveled with an entourage, as usual, who were all three busily brushing aside both Tokeophiles and Onyx fans alike.
One of Onyx's chart-toppers could be heard echoing throughout the cavernous compound, and cheers errupted from most of the dance floors as the patrons of the Two became aware of the starlet's arrival in their midst. Rumors had been circulating for hours, and likely days, before she'd made her presence known.
"You probably shouldn't keep them waiting,"
Takeo said to the girl - he was still amazed she was in fact old enough to drink, she looked so young - and nodded toward the closest throng.
"They can wait,"
Onyx grinned, taking a pause in their procession through security to sign someone's outstretched arm. She casually tossed the pen into the crowd and grabbed the two nearest glasses. Over her shoulder, her manager eyed the flutes with distrust and, he detected, fear. Onyx handed Takeo one of the glasses, and raised the other, "To Day IV."
Takeo smiled with what looked like genuine appreciation. "To 'Black's Back,"
her new album. They clinked and swallowed.
The model on his arm, many would recognize from recent Trump billboards in the Square, was the supremely stoic and, sadly, sober Moon Kao, who also eyed their exchange with trepidation, and an obligatory air of boredom. She had that look in most of her ads as well, as if her own existence was somehow beneath her. But she did look good on the arm of the Privelege.
Kasumi, one of Takeo's ring of protectors, barked some obscenity at a man trying to muscle his way toward Onyx, and after another shove from the creep, gave him a chop to the sternum that sent him staggering into the arms of the nearest bouncer, and promptly out the door.
"Let's find a table then,"
Takeo suggested to his two guests this evening, noticing the clog they were creating. He finally took a moment to take in the room, the people, a few politicians he'd have to see sooner or later, a reporter he'd been avoiding, and one Jaxen Marveet, currently circumnavigating their sphere of bodies. He gave him a smirk - one predator to another, and ushered his flock toward some corner usually reserved for him and the upper Sphere. It promised to be an eventful evening, and he'd barely made it in the door.
One of Onyx's chart-toppers could be heard echoing throughout the cavernous compound, and cheers errupted from most of the dance floors as the patrons of the Two became aware of the starlet's arrival in their midst. Rumors had been circulating for hours, and likely days, before she'd made her presence known.
"You probably shouldn't keep them waiting,"
Takeo said to the girl - he was still amazed she was in fact old enough to drink, she looked so young - and nodded toward the closest throng.
"They can wait,"
Onyx grinned, taking a pause in their procession through security to sign someone's outstretched arm. She casually tossed the pen into the crowd and grabbed the two nearest glasses. Over her shoulder, her manager eyed the flutes with distrust and, he detected, fear. Onyx handed Takeo one of the glasses, and raised the other, "To Day IV."
Takeo smiled with what looked like genuine appreciation. "To 'Black's Back,"
her new album. They clinked and swallowed.
The model on his arm, many would recognize from recent Trump billboards in the Square, was the supremely stoic and, sadly, sober Moon Kao, who also eyed their exchange with trepidation, and an obligatory air of boredom. She had that look in most of her ads as well, as if her own existence was somehow beneath her. But she did look good on the arm of the Privelege.
Kasumi, one of Takeo's ring of protectors, barked some obscenity at a man trying to muscle his way toward Onyx, and after another shove from the creep, gave him a chop to the sternum that sent him staggering into the arms of the nearest bouncer, and promptly out the door.
"Let's find a table then,"
Takeo suggested to his two guests this evening, noticing the clog they were creating. He finally took a moment to take in the room, the people, a few politicians he'd have to see sooner or later, a reporter he'd been avoiding, and one Jaxen Marveet, currently circumnavigating their sphere of bodies. He gave him a smirk - one predator to another, and ushered his flock toward some corner usually reserved for him and the upper Sphere. It promised to be an eventful evening, and he'd barely made it in the door.