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[sup] The Cross Hotel,  Manhattan, New York City 
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[indent]At this point of the night where it was getting pretty close to the midnight hour, Alexandros was once again roaming around the room as he had engaged in some casual conversations with some passing partygoers. Some of them were people his father had done business with and some were of his interest at the time. After he got bored with them, however, he simply moved on. He did backtrack a few times just to see if those he already interacted with were doing anything. He did observe the balcony and saw that Huntsberg girl still out there talking to some dark-haired chick. It was hard for Alexandros to tell who she was, though. He didn’t dare to show his face to her after the way they left things. That wouldn’t be in character for him, anyway.

After he had checked up with his parents briefly just so they knew he hadn’t completely forgotten about them, he decided to make one last round throughout the party floor before departing. All interest that he might’ve had in the party was dwindling after his interesting conversation with Audrey. And it’s not like Ava wasn’t without social engagements. She was having an interesting time with Audrey’s friends. Alexandros [i]could’ve[/i] went over there and embarrassed her, but given how much shit he gave her before even arriving here and then at the bar he figured he’d let her have a break from his bothersome company. That is, because, he’s such a good brother and all.

“[color=dodgerblue]Thank you,[/color]” Alexandros took a drink from a waiter who just offered it to him. 

He took one sip and then out of nowhere, the Mossos teen heard a voice that was a blast from the past, two years to be exact. “[color=69698f]The world doesn’t change much for you, does it? I mean, outside of losing the stupid haircut you used to have.[/color]”


Fighting off his initial thought, he turned around to greet his old partner-in-crime. Though, to his surprise, Richard Davis didn’t look the same that he remembered. Two years ago, he too had a different look. While Alexandros had a longer, less-groomed style, he recalled Richard had a Justin Bieber hairstyle. For whatever reason, he thought that was a stylish due. Maybe for the time, perhaps, but the times have changed in just these past two years - just like it had for Alexandros Mossos and Richard Davis.

“[color=dodgerblue]It warms my beating heart that you no longer look like a Justin Bieber fanboy, Richard. At least you have better fashion sense than you did back in Aspen.[/color]” He sized up Richard one last time before greeting the male with his usual smile.

The older teenager scoffed as he held up his hands defensively in an almost mocking fashion. “[color=69698f]I assure you that look had absolutely nothing to do with [i]Justin Bieber[/i]. That was all me. Do I have to remind you it was my impeccable fashion sense that got us close to those sisters from Bloomfield Hills or the twins from Beverly Hills?[/color]”

Those two examples were just a couple of the many times these hot-shot heirs received an overwhelming amount of attention. His memory of how they had tested each other to do things  that often pushed the boundaries of what some would call psychopathic. While that might’ve been true for [i]normal[/i] people, Alexandros Mossos and Richard Davis weren’t cut from a common cloth. If one had to place it, they came from a special factory that only made twisted, psychologically-impaired clothes from which these two were created from. That alone made it no surprise they thought of creative ways to cure their massive boredom. This included once hooking up with a pair of sisters on multiple occasions.

“[color=dodgerblue]So, what you’re saying is if you didn’t have that hairstyle back then, we wouldn’t have gotten so lucky? Or maybe you’re trying to excuse yourself for making such a poor choice in hairstyles.[/color]” Once again Alexandros put Richard on the spot as he took a casual sip of his drink.

“[color=69698f]That or you are simply too arrogant to accept that I make the best business practices and get the best results.[/color]” He smirked, “[color=69698f]And you can’t argue with results.[/color]”

“[color=dodgerblue]Hah![/color]” Alexandros couldn’t help but let out a single chuckle. “[color=dodgerblue]The fact that [i]you[/i], Richard Davis, have the stones to call me arrogant is almost as funny as thinking that you have the perfect fashion sense.[/color]” 

Despite all of the years apart, Richard Davis was more or less the same person he had met in the stuffy ski lodge in Aspen. A man who thought his one-liners were witty, when in reality they were just corny and often fell flat compared to Alexandros’ obviously more humorous quips . But what mattered was that he thought they were good. It simply made the victory Alexandros got when he outdid Richard.

“[color=69698f]But enough about me and my brilliant marketing skills. So strange to see you here in New York—at this party of all things. How did you get tied up in this… [i]extravagant[/i] gathering? I take it the lady of the hour and your parents are acquainted? Seems to me that’s the only way you ‘earn’ an invitation to this kind of thing.[/color]”

You think you’re clever, huh?

“[color=dodgerblue]The same could be said about you, [i]Richie[/i]. A party hosted by some magazine editor isn’t exactly the kind of gathering you normally attend. Unless you’ve somehow lowered your expectations since our last meet.[/color]” He mused a curious tune. “[color=dodgerblue]But maybe you’re nowhere as conceited as you once were.[/color]” Alexandros gave a simple shrug.

Rich raised a brow at the remark, but otherwise seemed unfazed by it. It was hard to forget that out of all of the people Alexandros had met in his life that Rich in particular was rarely taken back by the unabashedly blunt way Alexandros spoke. In a way it was refreshing, but it was also a reminder of who Rich was and how he himself acted. 

“[color=69698f]It’s certainly a different type of party, isn’t it? A bunch of important people who dust off their children like certified trophies as they schmooze and play social politics.  It’s something a lot of our generation has had to experience our whole life—with some uneven results. I wouldn’t say there is absolutely [i]no[/i] enjoyment to be had with it, though. After all, there’s so much that can happen just by saying the right thing at the wrong time.[/color]”

“[color=dodgerblue]If they won’t give us any fun, then we have to make our own.[/color]” Alexandros snickered, taking a look around him,  observing  the same kinds of people that Rich just described. Some of them he knew but there were also some that were completely foreign to him. Despite this, Alexandros had this sudden urge to cause havoc for some of them. But who? With such a variety of people to choose from, which one would be it? “[color=dodgerblue]What do you think about having ourselves some fun for nostalgia’s sake?[/color]” He proposed to Rich.

His brown-haired compatriot chuckled, pleased with the suggestion. “[color=69698f]Let’s.[/color]”
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