[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]


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Marinalia leant back at the bar leaning against Joels shoulder. The mid thigh lengh split showing ernough well toned leg to be defenitely obvious that she was flirting slightly and rested her head on his shoulder as a sign of trust. Well to her anyway, it meant a bunch of things but she trusted him it it was her way of showing it.

Hearing a click of heals and seeing a rather showy and shorter blue dress, low back from the angle she could see and probbly single. Ernough leg, low back. She was out to look good be noticed doing it. Her long white dress was backless and a tad impractical, a hidden bit of tape helped keep everything exactly where it should be. Turning her head, a short necklace of tight gold chain and ice blue gems contrasted to her white and gold outfit. 

Leaving head on shoulder as a I've got this one gesture, she was not thr jealous kind... But she was still unsure as to where they stood and wanted to try and make things clear hoping it might help make or clear in some strange way to world that somehow make it work. Her logic made no real sense probbly but she did not care. A good dent in the brightly coloured sex on beach and Vodka where making her thoughts a tad more abstract. 

[i][color=f6989d]Oh.. Thanks, I'd take you up on the offer but I'm kinda... Marinalia, [b]Olympus[/b]... 

I'm... Well family. Thank you for offering. [/color][/i]

Cocking her head to the banner clearly displaying "Olympus Heavy Industries" logo and name in black letters clearly on a white banner. Gesturing to join them and sit down. 

[i][color=f6989d]Hey, Vika, don't make me do all the work! [/color][/i]

Behind the massive Russian who 6'6 bulk and muscle hid the frail looking white haired woman in a more conservative, but thr style suited her. She did not quite had the figure to pull off more daring styles as well. Anyway, she did not need to further emphasise her slim figure by being able to see the outline of her back clearly. 

Turning round she saw a red head, tall and particularly showy tonight... Wait it was [i]that[/i] red head. No way... It was. It was the cop. 

[i][color=6ecff6]Hey, it's a Olympus gala, I'm Romus.

Hey, this is our godfather Ivan, I'm Victoria... I hope Milo was helpful to your enquiries...  [/color][/i]

Suddenly turning a little bit colder as she relised who she was, it was not her fault but she still felt, those two did not exactly help matters in that utter train wreck of a evening. 

Ivan watching kept a eye on Victoria and between them spotting a definite history between the two women, he knew Victoria well. She could be abit changeable about things and easily hurt despite the feisty extiror at times. There where alot of layers and took abit of patience to find the real layer beneath the hurts, scars and armour. He could keep between them abit, not like many could push him out the way anyway. 

[i]why Don,t you join us for a drink. Maybe clear the air a a little and relax 

Расслабься, Вика, это не ее вина.
(Relax Vika, it not her fault.) [/i]

Raising a vodka bottle he asked thr barman for handing a shot to the new comer, it was decent vodka, and was meant as a respectful greeting and gesture to offer someone a drink, a seat at your table... Acquired bar it be.

[i][color=6ecff6]Да .. Я славна
(Aye.. Il be nice) 

Ummm.. Things did not too well that night..  Sorry, join us for a drink. We got the best kind of bar... It's free. [/color][/i]

She warmed a a little, the whole situation had been frustrating her with her own mistakes and gone over the events that night a good few times in head. It was not there fault. It was easier to blame them but that was not gonna help her undo the damage she had done 4 days ago.


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