Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
Swan Songs . Monday Evening
Marinalia watched Suprised as Rens anger boiled over walking up and throwing the drinka on the bone man. Thr arrogance of thr man was so large he could of been a black hole and pulled in entire planets.
Then things began to take a darker turn as the man was massively offensive, his tirade began to turn worse and worse a seemed essential string of vulgar and crass insults one after another. Hearing shouts back behind her too. Piss gate, Fidel, this evening had entirely gone to shit thanks to these over grown children.
Next then Ren was attacked, thr one Sasha or whatever it was was on him, kissing him. It was so stomach turning she instantly forgot about the blithering idiot who made up the final stooge.
But what could she do.. She wanted to stop the attack. Mush as he was a new come. She had taken to him. He was taller. Likely stronger, and a total phycopathic.
Max stormed off, she felt bad for him, his talented set so ruined. She, D have to drive over to where ever that strip was on her day off maybe. Or least drop him a voice mail.
"Ren, no.".To the vipers nest, she was hardly the coward but it took every ounce of her determination to push past the security like she was meant to be on the stage, the three stooges loved control. And she would break it. It was a huge risk. Piss gate would not assault a woman on stage in front of a whole room. Sirely.
Grabbing the mic off the idiotic Indian, he was a foppish fool if there ever was one. She was pretending to be there. A act she hoped would hold long ernough..
Much as she tried to ignore them she had kept up to date of family and there goings on. It was time she had spent looking was coming in handy.
Starting with a slight stutter but taking her stride later on..
welcome to Swan Songs. It seems our pre planned evening has been somewhat interrupted of late.
Unlike our gentlemen of sin, vulgarity and nuvo riche fashions.
Marilania, Romus Olympus, my grandfather and Ceo of Olympus heavy Industries had a announcement for the finest city on the eastern coast Sol City.
Sponsoring two of Sol Cities finest Sons, Joel Nicolasi, and Tommy's Lormax!
Olympus industries in partnership with Plar Star shipping is honoured to support there soon to be winning race car of the Sol City Grand Prix!
Now it seems I might lose the mic soon, so a cheer to Sol City, the greatest race of the Formula one North America stage! " She had stole the limelight or tried. They needed air I'm there sails, without it they where nothing. She might get hurt but if it saved Ren and ruined there evenibg it was a worthy cause. Her clipped and cool English accent held, a perfect show. Part of her hated it, to use there name and more. But to protect someone else was worth it.
She saw her sister looking worried but held her composure knowing she might face a tirade from Jabba.
Victoria was relaxed, somewhat drunk and slightly frustrated. She had struggled to find anyone to see her as more than just a pale crippled girl who health was still internist at times. Why she had started "Lady De Winter". She could work to jobs she wanted. When she was capable.
She had been in a busy spot. Ans attracted a few strangers. The small and deathly pale hand shook the far larger man's, rough, powerful and obviouly a man of strong work.
Victoria, Darya Romus. A new comer to Sol myself.
Aye. I feel bad for him. A talented set ruined by such Vulgarity. Gah, they would not last 5 minutes with the people I grew up having to meet.
So. Too far to say your a master of a trade by thr feel of those hardened and strong hands.? She was maybe pushing too far but tn e drink was starting effect the slim woman, then her head t almost skipped a beat watching her sister step up. Taking thr perfect possee on In a move that no doubt there father would have been extremely proud of.
The tall Japanese woman seemed to hesitate then answer her phone, a start of a small argument. No doubt her date. Freindly was very very late?. Hmm maybe talk to her later?
It seemed rude to intervene so she turned to the smaller woman she was talking to earlier and seemed to judge her somewhat triggering a old but constant bug bear. Just because her size, her nature, she was woman with own small business and reputation, and achievements beyond her skin.
Her comments seemed to cut deeper than they should even if not meant to, Gah, was it more pity. Years later she was still recovering, and maybe never would. Gah. Something in her drug k on whiskey snuck out.
the shows and concerts of London got better acts than this trio of troglodytes for sure.
Oh.. Honey this is very much not for fashion. I'd much rather be normal...
... Thanks I'm some little China doll arn, t I.. Like every damned person. Gah,. Sure. Thanks for making my evening.
Guess this is why I don't n, t drink whiskey. It brings out the winter. Knocking back the last of the shot she felt bad at venting, but also she seemed to have to be honest. The three musketeers, lady de winter, it certainly held more meaning than surge deep.
sorry.. That was probably uncalled for. Whiskey is not my best drinkSighing, she had been brought up in a world of respect, where her fathers word and name was everything in his business and politeness ruled the day even when hatreds ran deep. Money was money. A bad reputation, a false word meant you never worked again. That had rubbed off even dispute his 6 months a year away time at sea playing the lanes from Africa, to ports across the globe and back again..
Then she saw the one who had such a sharp tongue, confidence dispute there bad position in life. She could not but respect him for it as he Sat down.
what the gentleman asked for. Please. Her bad mood was tempered and she tried to soften her emotions and accent.
if true. It seems looks can be quite inaccurate... Why I'm polite. You never know if your talking to a secretey or a ceo some times.
I'd wish you luck, it seems el presidente and his goons are less than savory. Wary to people about she was trying to not be overhered by thr thugs and there masters.
Seeing max leave, it definitely felt bad, the man had such talent to be over ridden by such thugs and such men. It was not right. A wrong she had no power to right. Or maybe. Marinalia was over playing her hand somewhat but no lie. The event was coming. Maybe he would apcept a invitation as the Romus sisters apology for such crass thugs.
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