01-05-2015, 12:10 PM
Dane continued to reside in the hotel condo following his introduction to Damien. Until invited otherwise.
Thus, on the night of the party, the soft footfalls of cream suede loafers strolled up the drive after being released from a taxi cab. The women in view were dressed fine, but he was much more immaculately attired than they. Mexico City lacked a comparable to Savile Row, but Dane made the cream silk of his suit worthy of tonight's affair, not the other way around.
At the gate, an arm stretched its way across his path. A softness in Dane's eyes, smoother than the milky cream of his suit, peered up the length of that arm. "I'm allowed inside,"
he spoke gently.
The man checked the list in his possession. "Name?"
Behind, Damien's guards exchanged silent words. Dane looked back to the man with the list. Others were waiting in line. He had the urge to tell him.
One of those guards quickly turned the man with the list aside. A dove-like smile parted Dane's mouth.
Surprise whitened the face of the man with the list. He quickly welcomed Dane, and the gate opened before him.
"Thank you,"
Dane spoke as he passed, laying a hand on the man's arm as he did.
Inside, Dane was greeted with all the glittering light of a party.
He hated parties.
Yet he smiled and snatched a glass of champagne to hold as he walked around. He didn't intend to drink any.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jan 5 2015, 12:13 PM.
Thus, on the night of the party, the soft footfalls of cream suede loafers strolled up the drive after being released from a taxi cab. The women in view were dressed fine, but he was much more immaculately attired than they. Mexico City lacked a comparable to Savile Row, but Dane made the cream silk of his suit worthy of tonight's affair, not the other way around.
At the gate, an arm stretched its way across his path. A softness in Dane's eyes, smoother than the milky cream of his suit, peered up the length of that arm. "I'm allowed inside,"
he spoke gently.
The man checked the list in his possession. "Name?"
Behind, Damien's guards exchanged silent words. Dane looked back to the man with the list. Others were waiting in line. He had the urge to tell him.
One of those guards quickly turned the man with the list aside. A dove-like smile parted Dane's mouth.
Surprise whitened the face of the man with the list. He quickly welcomed Dane, and the gate opened before him.
"Thank you,"
Dane spoke as he passed, laying a hand on the man's arm as he did.
Inside, Dane was greeted with all the glittering light of a party.
He hated parties.
Yet he smiled and snatched a glass of champagne to hold as he walked around. He didn't intend to drink any.
Edited by Dane Gregory, Jan 5 2015, 12:13 PM.