[center][h1]Ren White[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]Swan Song's, evening[/h2][/center]

Ren was so relaxed. Alert, but relaxed. The voices in his head that usually brought him down where silenced. Not gone, but subdued. He had one leg crossed widely over the other, taking up almost half of the couch by himself. The group was chattering, laughing and drinking with a cheery atmosphere, the bruise on Ren's jaw the only sign of a more violent evening earlier. He caught some movement in the corner of his eye and turned his head. There was that woman from yesterday. [i]Airplane-girl. Yeah, no - that wasn't her name, was it.[/i] He could tell that she'd tried to dress up tonight. Mission accomplished. She was a very attractive woman, with her slender figure and piercing, grey eyes. She walked over to the table. 
 
[color=lightcoral][i]"Hey cutie, it's me, Marlin from the Old Starboard… Seems we both can scrub up well. Mind if I join ya?"[/i][/color]
 
The girl from the party, Maya, glared at Marlin as she approached. The rest of the group didn't seem to take notice. 
 
[color=lightsteelblue][i]"Marlin. Right. Go ahead, have a seat. It's not like this is a private party."[/i][/color] He scooted in on the couch closer to Maya. Making room beside him for Marlin. [color=lightsteelblue][i]"And for your information, I'm not cute. Tonight - I'm gorgeous."[/i][/color] He said with a confident smirk, a glint in his eyes. At the mention of the word cutie, he suddenly remembered a song that'd played at the party and was now stuck in his head. 


[center][indent][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MQUleX1PeA[/youtube][/indent][/center]
 
 
He's lack of impulse control made him reach his hand out and pick up a lock of her hair, twirling it around his finger. [color=lightsteelblue][i]"How did you get such long hair…"[/i][/color] He said it more to himself than anyone else. Seeming truly fascinated by the long locks, no underlying agenda to it. 
 
[color=lightcoral][i]"Night off… Text books won't know what to do!"[/i][/color] Marlin said jokingly. 
 
[color=lightsteelblue][i]"Heh, those books can go fuck themselves for all I care."[/i][/color] Ren stretched his arms over his head, bending his back over the sofa's back lean. Not noticing anotherother woman walking up to them. Her voice came out of nowhere. 
 
[color=deepskyblue][i]"So… Hiding things, Mali… Never mentioned a gentleman when you said this event this morning."[/i][/color] Ren turned his head as Marlin caught the other woman in an embrace. She was pale as a ghost, and it made Ren look like had just spent a week in the sun in comparison. [i]Why should Marlin have mentioned him to anybody. They'd just met last night. She was probably just messing with her[/i], he thought to himself. 
 
[color=lightcoral][i]"Vika! Oh… Victoria, Ren, my sister, half by the books, sisters in every other sense, met him… I'll explain later…"[/i][/color] Marlin answered. 
 
[color=lightsteelblue][i]"So there's two of you? That must have been fun growing up. Not that I would know - I had the house to myself. At least I didn't need to learn sharing."[/i][/color] Ren's smirk was back.  
 
[color=deepskyblue][i]"Thanks, Victoria Romus, I like long stories… I guess this one's interesting… Mind if I sit down… I'm kinda less steady on feet."[/i][/color]
 
A man in a wheel chair came up to the group, wanting a comment on some scandal in the UK. Ren had heard of it, he was after all a cultured human being, and staying up to date on world issues was a must to be such. Marlin seemed uncomfortable to say the least. 
 
[color=lightcoral][i]"Oh… I've been out of the loop for a few years… I think I'll hold my silence, I work for one of the local major companies and I am careful to get involved in controversial issues."[/i][/color] She gave Ren an apologetic look. He had no clue why. She was from the UK, no doubt about that, but did she have anything to with all of the drama the journalist was talking about? He doubdet it. After all, she was only a mere pilot. 
 
She talked in a quiet voice so only Ren could hear her. [color=lightcoral][i]"Sorry, I'll explain later hon. Might not be pretty. I'm… Later."[/i][/color]
 
The other woman, Vika, took over the conversation with the journalist - and quit angrily so. Ren wasn't feeling particularily interested in joining the conversation. Instead, he stood up, grabbed Marlin's upper arm. [color=lightsteelblue][i]"I want to dance. Humour me."[/i][/color] He proclaimed. Before dragging her up to the excuse of a dancefloor the venue had to disposition. He started moving in time with the music, his body taking over his mind. Swaying back and forth with elegant motions, he was dancing as if it was as easy as breathing. Eyes closed and hands moving around him, he didn't care about anything other than the music. 

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