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[Color=9CCDDC][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[Color=9CCDDC][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ember Grove University-Art Exhibit 
[Color=9CCDDC][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Some mighty fine paintings

Elias wandered aimlessly thought the rows of paintings, though they all looked very well done, every single portrait looked sad. Admittedly he knew basically nothing about art but he couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to buy a portrait of a sad person, hang it in their home, and look at it all the time. Maybe it was the price of paintings that drew people in, he knew that anything that didn’t have a price marked on it must be ridiculously expensive. He continued past the collection of portraits of terribly sad people and wandered into another room with an entirely different set of work. Paintings of what he had to guess were various historical events, several he vaguely recognized as things he learned about in history class. He hadn’t spent a whole lot of time paying attention in history class during his time in college, back then anything not in the good book or relating to witch hunting hadn’t been of interest to him. The artist either had quite the imagination or was ridiculously old as some of these paintings looked to be of events from ancient Greece. With the way that Ember Grove seemed to draw in all sorts of supernatural creatures the later was entirely possible but he wasn’t concerned about vampires and such that spent their time painting and hosting fancy parties. Everyone, even things not entirely human, needed a hobby. 

The real reason he’d shown up was the promise of wine and food, though trying out something a little different, an art show, had seemed interesting as well. Only the wealthy seemed to think that a collection of wine and foul smelling, and a few strange looking, cheeses constituted a meal. Several of the cheeses on the table didn’t even really look eatable, though to be fair he was suspicious of any cheese that wasn’t individually wrapped in plastic, and yet, there were plenty of people snacking on them. Although wine wasn’t really his first choice of drink, he grabbed some and drank a dry red wine with a name he certainly couldn’t pronounce.  He had tried something new today, a fancy party and an unpronounceable wine but there was no way in hell he was eating the smelly and strange looking cheeses. Eli figured he’d get another glass of wine in him before heading off, the whole elegant art show scene didn’t really seem for him and he felt more than a bit out of place. He took one last walk around as he drank the wine figuring if he was going to show up and drink, he at least owed it to the artist to look at the entirety of his work. 

“Hey Father! Bless my wine would ya.” A visibly drunk frat boy approached him, with a couple snickering friends. Eli recognized the Greek letters on the guy’s shirt from his own time at the university. 

[Color=9CCDDC]“That’s strange, I don’t remember sleeping with your mother.”[/color] Eli’s reply was quick and flippant, more than used to being teased about the collar he wore. The college boy stared at him slightly shocked and a bit confused, and Eli was more than certain they didn’t get ‘your mom’ jokes from the actual clergymen around here. [Color=9CCDDC]“I’m neither a priest nor your father.”[/color] he added to dissolve the guys confusion. 

“What’s with the-“ The guy asked as he gestured to the cross and collar that Eli commonly wore.

[Color=9CCDDC]“Fashion statement.”[/color] Eli replied with a smirk. [Color=9CCDDC]“Have a goodnight, gentlemen.”[/color] He added, tipping his fedora as he passed, more than comfortable in playing his strange quirks off like he was just an eccentric hipster. He didn’t want to spend the night bantering with the frat crowd, he had art to attempt to appreciate, and wanted to make sure he ended up back at the wine table before the reds were gone.