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[sub]A collab with [@Dirty Pretty Lies][/sub]
[b]Location:[/b] The ballroom of Upper East Side's The Cross Hotel Manhattan
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Andie Sachs (DPL's NPC)[/center][hr]
Grayson Moyer had never been one for parties, much less had ever been invited to a party before. Yet here he was: backstage at the New Year's Eve party of that illustrious Priestly woman. Naturally, he hadn’t been invited to this party, he was just here to help them with their little problem. The dark-haired young man frantically ticked away on his own laptop, that was connected to one of theirs that had ‘suddenly’ stopped working. It didn’t take Grayson very long to find the problem.
 
It always amazed Grayson what kind of sites people tend to visit on their work laptop. Surely you wouldn’t imagine to put your position and work equipment at risk? Yet Grayson’s curious peek into the browser history showed a laughable collection of sites that just screamed ‘look at me, I’m a virus’. Certainly enough, this particular computer had been infected to such an extent so that it had hogged so many resources that any other program just wouldn’t function anymore. It was kind of pathetic, really, how stupid these people were sometimes. Grayson didn’t particularly mind, though. Their blunders made him a good amount of dollars.
 
As the last loading screen popped up, Grayson called for Priestley’s assistant to come back into the room. Frankly, he had already forgotten her name. He didn’t exactly know why, but the girl just never caught his interest. The brunette wasn’t a bad looker. Maybe she just had a dull personality? Honestly, she couldn’t be too interesting if she chose to be Priestley’s lackey as a job. His opinion didn’t change when she walked into the room. [color=#778899] “The job’s done. The necessary programs are almost done installing. Do tell your guy to not download porn from shady websites in the future. That would prevent a lot of stress.”[/color] He told her in an astonishingly casual way. Frankly, this was far from the worst case he’s had.

Upon the young Moyer's call, a frantic Andrea Sachs rushed to the ballroom. This was her very first time being in charge of organizing a big event for Miranda since her promotion right after Emily had gone on maternity leave. As if the responsability of a Miranda event wasn't big enough, the stakes were at an all-time high. Miranda Priestly's annual New Year's Eve party were not only a legend or tradition, but also the second most important event of the year, coming next to Fashion Week. Influential people from all sides of the world and all industries were scheduled to attend this luxurious and exclusive event. Everything, though stressful, had been smooth sailing... Until the moment her DJ had nervously annouced his laptop had stopped working as he prepared his party setup. 

[color=mistyrose]"Oh my goodness!"[/color] Andi exclaimed, nearly crying as the fact that she wouldn't be eaten alive settled in. At that moment, she didn't even care about the porn comment that visibly embarrased her DJ. The most important thing was that the party was now going forward as scheduled. [color=mistyrose]"Mr. Moyer, you are a lifesaver!"[/color]

Grayson gave the happy woman a lukewarm response. [color=#778899]"It's not a problem. Just doing what I'm paid for."[/color] He answered. Inwardly, he did laugh quite a bit at the DJ's embarassed responses. Grayson cared little about the party, but at least some other people could have a pleasant night now. He hoped the assistant wouldn't sing his praises too much, he didn't want any more spotlight on him. In his opinion, too many people approached him already.  [color=#778899]"Anyhow, if that's all... I'll be taking my leave."[/color]

Andi, who was still on cloud nine after the threat of losing her job was now gone (at least for the time being), nodded eagerly in Grayson's direction. [color=mistyrose]"Of course, Mr. Moyer. Again, thank you so much for your help."[/color]

The young man turned on his heel and began to walk away when something very important dawned on Andi. For what seemed like the thousandth time that day, Andi's heels were clacking away as she chased Grayson before he left. She managed to catch him just before he boarded the elevator.

[color=mistyrose]"Mr. Moyer, WAIT!"[/color] Andi exclaimed, making hand gestures in the man's direction. [color=mistyrose]"I forgot to give you your check!"[/color]

In his hurry to be gone from society, Grayson had almost truly forgotten about why he actually bothered to come. [color=#778899]"Oh, of course."[/color] He said, almost strangely uninterested. 

Smiling, Andi gestured for Grayson to follow her to the exit. [color=MistyRose]"Would you please take the short walk back to the office with me? It seems that because of all the chaos of the day I've left the checkbook in my desk drawer."[/color]

The young man nodded, and so the two of them walked the short distance from the hotel, to the [i]Runway[/i] headquarters at the end of the street, up the elevators and down to Andi's office. Once there, the young woman pulled out the checkbook from one of her desk drawers. She wrote the pertaning infornation in neat, curly writing before offering the valuable piece of paper to Grayson with a smile peaking from bright red lips. [color=MistyRose]"Here you go. Just as agreed on"[/color] 

He took the check the lady offered him and gave her a a faint smile. [color=#778899]"Thank you."[/color] He then turned around again and proceeded slowly as he thought about which way the exit was again.

[color=MistyRose]"Oh, and Mr. Moyer?"[/color] Andi called back to Grayson, who was still within earshot. [color=MistyRose]"Please feel free to attend the party if you wish. Think of it as a gift on my end for pretty much saving my job."[/color]

Grayson laughed awkwardly. [color=#778899]"Oh no, I mean, these are hardly party clothes."[/color] He said, trying to refuse as politely as possible. Though it definitely was true he couldn't really attend the party in a random sweater and jeans. Grayson wasn't the type to mingle anyway. In fact, doing anything but that sounded peachy. [color=#778899]"Perhaps another time."[/color].

Andi waved a dismissive hand in Grayson's direction. [color=MistyRose]"Mr. Moyer, please. You are standing in none other than Elias-Clarke headquarters. As part of our [i]Runway[/i] editions, a wing of this building is dedicated to the storage of fashion pieces. I'm sure that after pulling a few strings I can have you gala-ready in no time. Clothing and appearance won't be a problem. Plus, this party is attended by many influential people that can make very lucrative potential clients for you. I've heard you're a man that prefers to work independently, but this could be a great networking opportunity for you. I'll help you out by putting in a good word. What do you say?"[/color] She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Grayson, hoping she'd argued her case sucessfully enough that he'd changed his mind.

[color=#778899]"Well...uhm, I guess that's true."[/color] Grayson answered somewhat uncomfortably. He had a hard time finding a reason to deny that. He didn't really want to go, but he couldn't really find a good reason to say no. [color=#778899]"Well, if you're fine with it. Sure."[/color] He answered. [color=#778899]"Then... I guess I'll go change?"[/color] He shuffled a bit, guessing she'd guide him to the correct wing.

Wearing a triumphant smile now, Andi held up a finger in Grayson's direction, gesturing for him to wait. She took the phone from her desk, dialed an extension and waited until a familiar male's voice answred on the other end. [color=mistyrose]"Nigeeeeeel, sweetie, I need a favor to ask of you..."[/color] Andi began in a persuasive voice. Upon getting approval from Nigel, she threw her fist in the air in celebration before continuing. [color=mistyrose]"Okay, so I am going to need you to head down to the wardrobe department and fetch me a whole men's gala outfit. I'll need everything down to cufflinks."[/color] Nigel said something on the other end, and Andi rolled her eyes. [color=mistyrose]"Of course. My bad. Give me one sec."[/color] She placed a hand on top of the phone's microphone before turning to Grayson. [color=mistyrose]"I'm going to need your measurements, Mr. Moyer."[/color]

Grayson gave a slight nod as he told her his measurements. Inwardly he sighed, regretting ever accepting this job. No amount of pay was going to be worth being stuck in a suit and being forced to socialize his way through the evening. Grayson wasn't that desperate for contacts. Maybe he could find a quiet corner? That sounded like wishful thinking. All he could do now was prepare for hell.

After being given the information requested, Andi recited back the measurements to Nigel, and ended the call. Sighing, Andi quickly grabbed her things, stuffed them in her designer bag and stood up from her leather office chair. [color=mistyrose]"Let us get going then,  Mr. Moyer. I need to get ready as well, and I'm very much behind schedule."[/color]