[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 the elevator and sio vanish into the upper levels of the city hall, it was mostly just snugs or prep and assembly zones for materials, foods and drinks to be stacked, racked and stocked ahead of being moved out thr main floor. Marla had planned everything to a tee, a level of precision timing with a little help from Milo who had been used to working with exact and precise secdules in his service and employment. Everything she managed to hold in collapsed and various emotional impact just flopped and hit her all in a single go. Watching them leave and giving a hurt glance to it as they vanished into the crowds. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Maria knew she probbly had messed up, the details where fuzzy but that was the last thing she wanted to hear or needed to hear right now. That stuff could be dealt with later. Headon back over the family table, the two and Mike made a slightly concerned corner, Maria doing her best to nudge her daughter back to find out information, and also help herbif possible. At the bar, Victoria saw him and Alison arrive and head over. Ashton was there to, and seemed to be rather confident in she'd by events, people came and went, her sister left to talk to Sio and Joel perhaps... Or perhaps was just pissed off at her. Everything was a confusing mess at that point. Giving a thumbs up to Ashton, she had dome nothing wrong, things where pretty confusing at this point. Swaying and leaning a hand on the bar for balence. The large amount of booze she had drunk all hit at once and Victoria was hardly the largest person. [i][color=6ecff6]Thanks... Right now I'm not sure exactly what is going on... Oh... And maybe a eeeee bit drunk..vodka work well! Your a nice... G... Person... [/color][/i] Ashton did genuinely confuse her perception, she thought male but her face was scarred but there was a certain female shape and nature to it... Hmm... Pushing it aside it might be abit rude to blurt out you male or female. Noting the other two, she turned her head to them, Kriss and Alison, the two where a strange pair. Not quite a couple, not quite freinds and more. There was somthing between em though.. Her drunk mind was singing in a corner about them kissing in a tree, and other voices trying to tell the drunk ones to be sensible. Alison was not old ernough to drink, she did not look under 18... Oh wait it was 21 here, back in Europe it was very different. [i][color=6ecff6]oh I thought you where.. 18... Wait its 21 out here... Etho Kris. And I'm not that drunlk yet. Only abit ipsy. Hey... I'm Russian... Well half. [/color][/i] Thr drunk part of her mind talking over and deciding to nudge a few wires into the wrong places, she noticed Alison was... Apprehensive to say the least. Somthing about her reactions was strange. Drunk as she was, she could tell. Several random thoughts popped across her mind from work, to how many eggs you needed in a cake and what she, d want to do with one of the six pack clad waiters, the drunk part going a a little crazy and mashing buttons like in that film.... Inside... Inside out! That was it. Seeing them leave she waved over and saw them head off. It was most strange what was going on... Was she OK? [i][color=6ecff6]you guys alright? See you? [/color][/i] She was confused, and went to move over and follow but her head spun and placed a hand back on the bar. Turning to Ashton looking over. [i][color=6ecff6]oh.. I think I'm... Drunk... They alright? Alison looked... Wrong? [/color][/i] At the party, Marla was wandering by with Milo on her arm, happily with her arm looped round his, they had been married for a good while, they had met a few years after the accident had cost her leg. It had advanced over time, when she forst met it was far cruder and less agile, often relying on support of someone's help. Now she was almost fully independent bar having to always carry spare batteries for the automated systems. Pale blonde hair with ice blue highlights, a ornate necklace in form of a gold chain with a ice blue shaped diamond, reflecting and cut to seem close to a fleur-de-lis. Milo had had it hand made, it had been their first anaversery gift. A bracelet of gold and platinum, had neatly engraved her anaversery, wedding and child's birthday. Her leg was metal socket built up covering her u thigh with nural points leading to a viable robotic leg, knee and foot though the alit in her dress. Metal toes did not quiet hide well with heals but she had long given up hiding it. Seeing the woman on distress, she placed a empty champagne glass down on table and looked over with ice blue eyes. Not quite reconisingusing the insignia Kris was wearing from her angle, she saw however the woman was a tad pale. With a accent switching effortlessly in a doctor mode, part Stern part understanding. [color=ec008c][i]Hello, you alright miss? Dr, Prof Marla Olympus. Want us to find you first aid? I'm a medical doctor back home, trauma injury specialist. Allergy? Or just need a taxi home after a few too many? Medic should have some anti histamine. Its a pretty mild but should make the reaction more mild and less acute. Majority of cases you Don, t need to resort to the stronger stuff. [/i][/color] Looking concetned, she did not see the medical bag, as Milo gave the man a nod and kept a step back as his wife did herthing. Sure she was a ice queen at time, but the was Dan good at her job and could and had earned a lot respect from the years workers even if they regarded her as thr Queen of the North. His jacket was back there and his arm with a few scars he had picked up was viable, he hated long sleaves on shirts, that and ties.. He only wore one when forced. [@Almalthia][@Pilatus][@Mattchstick][@Silver Fox]