[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] [hr] Marinalia watched Joel walk over and just have the Barman a look that said roll with it, if anyone said anything she could just tell Marla or so who would shrug and just carry on. they where paying for it all, so they decided not to worry and as along as no one was too drunk, too silly, or annoying, well live and let live. Giving him a nod and just to roll with it. [i][color=f6989d]Just Roll with it. im family, so if anyone asked, Marilania said yes and so. [/color][/i] Watching him ,mix up some strange combination of Irish whiskeys, beer and so, Marilania thought she had started early but nope, Joel was already hammering back the shots and drinking his Irish concoction that smelt like it probably would make a handy form of aviation fuel. A hoody, well maybe later on the way home, but she spent too long in the pool to hide her figure under a baggy jacket tonight of all nights, not won the suit, well you owned a suit or you did not own one? That was a strange statement. Not so bad, well given normally she might of taken more of it but after her day and morning was less bothered and more just happy to be people who reminded her of other things. [i][color=f6989d]Not too bad, Quite the charmer. [/color][/i] With a somewhat jokey reaction and drinking from her brightly cloured cocktail as Victoria and Ivan readied a shot for her, tonight was not going to cause a headache free morning. just started an already cocktails, champagne and vodka. Downing the shot alongside the others she flipped glass to prove she drank it and gave her sister a 1-1 gesture. [i][color=f6989d]Well, your wearing the suit, so its yours. unless you robbed a fashionable man on way here. Dressing for show has a few disadvantages... it distracted you a little though. [/color][/i] Backless and all lloked great but seven she was second guessing on the way there due to the weather, luckily booze was a aplenty and kept the cold away. Naturally athletic and hours of swimming where shame to hide. Flirting a a little and letting dress design expose her well toned leg, she relaxed and turned head seeing Joel checking out the event. Plans.. well her plans where kinda chaotic, she knew what she had to do, and there would be small speech soon but , abit of fun tonight and drinking, well if it lead wherever it lead, was a bonus or not. [i][color=f6989d]Im sure we can have some fun in the meantime... a few days is a long tine after all... Japan, i always wanted a cute local picachu from Tokyo when i was a kid... When you back, Wanna do a few laps of sol from the air... its more fun flying with someone to talk to. [/color][/i] With a shake of her head and seeing them dance about, it was obvious to half the universe there was something between them, aliens in space probably noticed but Victoria decided to nudge them a little pretending the vodka and champagne start had effected her more than it did. [i][color=6ecff6]Just kiss already... if you build up more tension, we be high school romance film... and we short on a high school band right now. Oh, and Joel, Vodka is a true drink of champions![/color][/i] Laughing and raising the empty glass, she gave them both a raised eye brow, so close, yet so far and turned back to Ivan talking quietly in Russain and pointing out Maria and Vesarian who seemed to be sat together and leant against the other. At last.. both agreeing that it had taken way too long for them to relies. Marilania gave Victoria a raised eye brow in return and leant into Joel shoulder, She had a point and she was rather thinking heading home or somewhere with someone might happen, a certain someone but that was if and when. she'd have fun first and worry about that in time and as the alcohol and music flowed. [i][color=f6989d]Hey, i don't re call giving you a hard time returning back in same dress that morning after the ball last week![/color][/i] Spotting someone from the Jazz night, no wait was it Ren... no it may of been someone with Ren, She swore they had met...somewhere, maybe the winter party or something, but he definitely was a passing aqauitence. Raising her cocktail and giving him a thumbs up, and shoulted over to the next bar. [i][color=f6989d]Enjoy the party, its gonna go better than the jazz night for sure! [/color][/i] Turning back to her spot, relaxed and head resting on Joels shoulder, it was comforting, mentioning the Jazz night gave her a tiny knot that vanished smothered by booze and the general atmosphere. Up on stage, someone was setting up a mic and so, a few of the shirtless six pack clad Spartans where wandering about with trays of small snacks shaped like little ships, cogs and gears, even though it was a party, it still represented the company and what they produced. Behind on a large screen it alternated between the company logo superimposed on action video of one the Royal Navy frigates they had built, and Joel down the straight, a still of him Marlin, and the crew all at victory interview and ending with large image of Joel raising the trophy to a massive crowd at the podium with "SOL CITY, P1" in large letters. They knew Joel had won the race and had given over much of the images to the team rather than the company. with exception to the video, but they had been a proud ship builder to there home country for decades in some lesser form or larger. Maxamillion could be seen in a corner talking to one of the people on stage, much a old man he had retained his eyesight if not his hair, Seeing His daughters, Granddaughter, and various inlaws happy, with friends or partners. well the bill was worth it, the company had the money and good contracts. what was money but numbers. seeing his family happy was worth the expense. [hr] [@Pilatus][@Robo27] [hr]