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[b][color=black]Time:[/color][/b][color=gray]Evening[/color]
[b][color=black]Location:[/color][/b][color=gray]University Art Exhibition [/color]
[b][color=black]Mentions:[/color][/b][@Helo][@Tae][@FunnyGuy]
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[color=gray]It was funny how alcohol could make the most boring event much more entertaining. On her search to find Alexander, she had picked up on a lot of interesting individuals. She was halfway through her third glass of wine when she noticed some guy tipping at fedora. She bit her lip to restraint a burst of laughter, clutching her glass with both hands. Though, he was quite a catch despite the poor fashion choice so she winked at him while passing on her way, just for fun. Angel tended to enjoy chaos especially when she was inebriated. However, she was not drunk enough to completely forget how pissed off this whole thing made her. She was going to need more. A sudden thought crossed her mind and she paused. What if this was poisoned or something? If this guy was a mad-man enough to paint his victims and display them proudly, who knew what he would put in the drinks or even the food?

As if on cue, her eyes finally caught sight of him. There was no way she could forget the face of this man and she was sure it was him, dressed to the nines and talking to some other rich woman. The beautiful woman glanced her way and Angel averted hers quickly to avoid eye contact. She went to glance back towards the area after counting to ten in her mind when a voice startled her. She inhaled sharply, a little of her wine spilling on the floor as she whirled to look at him. [/color]

[color=C0ABEF] ”So, you like the artwork? My personal favorite so far is the one with the mustache. ”[/color]

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Angel quickly composed herself. Putting her hand on hip, she met the eyes of the young blonde man, she smiled at him as she replied bluntly, [color=B72B26]"No I hate it."[/color] The few who had spoken to her tonight had been shocked to hear her harsh criticism toward the paintings. Her intent had been for the distaste to catch on. [color=B72B26] "Literally the worst. However..." [/color]She tapped the mustache that was so clearly a new addition. She had overheard people talking about how they witnessed some kid draw on it with a crayon, [color=B72B26]"This is [i]and only this[/i] is art."[/color][/color]