[h2][centre] [color=a2d39c]Romus Sisters . City Hall[/color][/centre][/h2] [h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]7.30 PM ish, City Hall, Olympus Heavy Industries Victory Gala[/color][/centre][/h3] Thr barman nodded to Joel and gave a quick look round before replying quietly, he had been watching te race on his phone before hand and recognised the man standing there after a drink. With a local accent. Pouring Guinness with a single long pour and sliding it over, in a tall pint glass. [i]Sure boss. Miss Marinalia tipped us off ahead of time. There over by the stage. Lorax tables combined. Next to that large Russian. Great nail biter on thr last lap. [/i] Giving a small gesture over his head at the table with gathered group including the towering Ivan next to Victoria, Maria and various others already having started the party. Ivan had already started the vodka, thr barman deciding he be a thirsty one for sure. [he] Marinalia watched round as things began to pick up as the event came to life and first few guests filtered in talking, looking about as the decorations and finding there tables if pre booked on the seating plans by thr door, or guided by one of the Spartans serving drinks on sheild like trays causing a small stir among some of the female guests. No one quite seemed to notice the family in mostly white and pale colours sat round a table up close to stage, a larger table with two nudged close together and a already empty bottle of champagne or two present. The announcement and welcome could wait till people where atachually about to welcome. Watching Marla and Milo head off to greet guests abit, with a arm round her waist and a air that everything was going perfectly to plan. Looking back at one of thr bars she saw someone in a dark suit and ordering a drink. Nare... He probably would turn up on his race gear or somthing just to prove a point. Chatting with Maria who was watching the last few bits and pieces of the smaller multiple buffets set up, serving staff pulling covers and plastic lids off food and stacking up plates and cutlery quietly busy working away not noticing Joel. [i][color=f6989d] it can,t be? I'm gonna see if a frog can become a Prince. Be back in abit mum. [/color][/i] Playing slightly with her necklace, she was not used to it fully and thr glittering chain was rather sentimental belonging to her grandmother Marilania, who had willed her the dimaond ring glittering on her finger since she was 18. A little later after joking with Mike, he and Milo had served in the Royal Marines together and where abit competive. One of them would try and drink the other under the table, it was abit of tradition for them. Walking over and heading over to get a drink, deciding to order somthing silly and rather cocktail like and colourful. Heading over slower accounting for heals she should of practiced more in before wearing them for the event, the long white and gold dress, backless and split on the side was not ideal for protecting your dignity on floor. With a giant click of heals and walking over to the bar smiling and ordering a drink. [i][color=f6989d]Hey, sex on thr Beech please, and a little extra orange if possible. [/color][/i] Turning and blinking slightly, looking at the man sat with a pint at the bar in a smart black outfit. Turning and sitting down at the bar slightly Suprised and be beliving he was gonna troll them or do somthing silly like that. [i]Coming right up Miss Olympus, sex on Beach, extra Orange. [/i] Her thought train paused by the batman's reply, before nodding thanks and resisting urge to play with necklace just to belive it was there and sitting round her neck. [i][color=f6989d]Joel... Wait... You do own a suit. That was not a joke. Maria had a small bet you turn up in fancy dress or a hoody. Hello Mr Bond... So.. Hi. [/color][/i] Slightly nervous about the event despite everything after the jazz night she had a a little thought that would be bludgeoned back into its hole with cocktails and champagne. Nodding her thanks to the bar man and Sipping from a long straw as part of thr large and fruity cocktail violantly colourful and standing out from some of the other more sedate drinks being prepared. [i][color=f6989d] so, hey. What's your plans tonight? Now your Sols fastest son. Glad you came. Alot more fun with company. I'm kinda... Umm. Well need company right now. Quite the event Marla put together. [/color][/i] Sighing and admitting that she was not quite handling things rather well, was a a little bit of a downer but she also tried to remain posetive and relaxed Sipping her large brightly coloured cocktail.. Looking around, the event was coming together almost perfectly, Marla might be abit icey but she could plan a venue and evening to the letter. Beginning to relax nicely and find things more comfortabley banishing her little voice in head with alcohol. It was not thr healthiest idea in world but for tonight it was working just fine. [hr] Victoria watched the event and saw things beginning to start up talking quietly and catching up with Ivan after a while of not seeing her godfather, his kids where growing fast and seemed to be content with life even of the time away at sea did impact things alot. 6 months on and off, 6 months back home. Thr larger Russian was in a smart white suit that was a tailors art from to work and fot nicely the muscular man who spent quite a while in the ships gym during time off shift. [i]Come on. Let's crack open somthing decent, and a a little stronger! [/i] Laughing and giving Victoria a hand up, the 6'6 Russian and 4' 9 Victoria made quite the contrast between each other and talked quietly in Russian laughing about what happened at the last family event. Milo had managed to fall asleep and nearly sleep the night at the venue quietly in a corner. Seeing Marilania and Joel taking at one of the bars they headed to the opposite end of the currently active bar, the other ones where just finishing up and getting there preparations all ready and sorting out a last few things before the main bulk of people arrived. One or two have a cheeky fag out back before the night truly started. [i][color=6ecff6]Two shots please. You can crack open the top shelf. It's not like we are the ones payingL[/color][/i] Laughing, they might as well enjoy the free bar, it was there and not every day your hosting the Gala. The other people paying should of helped subsidise the bar bill a little. [i]England has not ruined your taste. You should visit some time when I'm home, feels like years since I hosted family. Make mine a double, Barman, it's party after all. Get yourself one if they allowed you! One for you two? Mali? [/i] Laughing heartily, thr large Russian had a much thicker accent than Victoria did when speaking in Russain and rested a rather large hand on the bar tapping a tune from home he remembered. He was relaxed at party but a very serious man on duty when he was a first officer at sea. However tonight he was just a party goer, a god father and freind. [i][color=f6989d]Sure.. I cannot go nil one to my younger sister. Mr Bond, this is Ivan my godfather, And of course you already met Victoria. [/color][/i] Looking casually over to Marilania and her friend, he decided not to reconise Joel as it seemed the two wanted to go a little quietly and evade the media. Much as some considered the muscle bound russian somthing less than he was. He did not make it from Russian Navy seaman to a First Officer aboard a cargo ship without cunning and perception. Looking entirely relaxed with the situation, it took alot to Phase Ivan. [hr] [@Pilatus] [hr]