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tadcfnafRomus Sisters . City Hall
7.30 PM ish, City Hall, Olympus Heavy Industries Victory Gala
Marinalia had headed off and was in thr bathroom, leaning on side and composing her self finishing up her make up, damned if she was going to let siaborn see her tear marks from the stress and reaction. No way. Re doing her eye make up took a while to blend properly, it was never somthing she found easy or bothered with as much, her job and so meant she favoured a more quick and basic morning routine.
Victoria turned to face siaborn, her Russian was good and pretty much on point, however, they both seemed to use slight variations, Ivan had helped to teach her abit and she took slightly after his version. She spoke well, though had to think on the translation of the odd word variations and orders.
She was ready to tear Into her when she felt a pat on head and turned a tad too quickly grabbing the edge of bar and seeing a very tall woman, wait. It was Ashton... Between Sia, Ivan and Ashton. They all where over a foot taller than she was it seemed. Softing her tone, it was not get fault she walked into the middle of gauntlet. Reading the board, she saw her asking... Well that was great n a be intresting.
oh... Hey.
I'm good, apart from a a little hiccup tonight. Glad you decided to come. I'm sure thing il calm down.
You look nice tonight.
Ivan gave her a nod and turned back, he was concerned about Victoria, somthing intense was going on, and much as it sounded like some kind of drama, Vesarian asked him to keep a eye on her, just out of care.
Turning to Sia, Ashton had softened her outlook abit and she no longer was thinking like a pair of glaciers grating against each other in thr deepest artic. Her eyes still flashed icey, even if her sister was in the wrong, it was family, and family came before some redheaded local.
Нет .. Ты просто вошел как крутящий мяч, было очевидно, что они хорошо ладят, а ты просто, может быть, испортил его. Благодарю.
Б. Я знаю ее намного лучше тебя. Ей было тяжело, и тебе стало тяжелее. Виновен. Нет, ей не нужен какой-то незнакомец, делающий что-то хуже.
Ваш гость. Полицейские полномочия прекращаются, если вы не в состоянии работать ...
(No.. You just went in like a wrecking ball, it was obvious they get on well, and you just maybe trashed it. Thanks.
B. I know her far better than you. She been having a hard time and you made it harder. Guilty.. No she does not need some stranger making things worse.
Your a guest. Cops powers end if your off duty...)
Somewhat more defensive than she wanted to be, but she was not gonna let her have her momment, both of thr guys seemed somewhat dumb founded by the rapid exchanges. Ashton knew abit of Russian but was not sure if she would be able to live translate or not, at the least she could get the just of thr situation.
Turning to the bar man she shook her head, and thought she was not exactly family. Maria or Marla would back her up, especially when they knew she was one who had upset Marinalia so. If she wanted to hurt Marlin, she can pay for drinks.
put it on a tab... Rest can have a open bar.
On her way out she acidanryly nudged a table of a pretty woman in a nicely styled floral dress. It was a abit more relaxed than some of thr more intense formal designs but suited her perfectly, working well with her hair. Apologising, she signhed. Letting her anger out on a stranger was not what she wanted to do. Waving over a server to bring her some Prosecco and snacks, she had nigh on narrowly avoid walking right into her.
Sorry about that. Distracted, Lovely dress by the way, have a good evening.
Marinalia headed on again, walking over she bumped into Mike and Milo who where placing a group food order, putting a hand on her shoulder, and glanced over noticing the group. Milo had his jacket off and a short sleaved shirt showed the low end of a Royal marines badge tattooed on his upper arm, he had failed thr commando selection but had spent quite a few years as a regular marine if there ever was such a thing. Quite a few scars and scrapes later he had retired with all his limbs intact, though somewhat scarred.
Talking with Mike and Milo, she persuaded them against acting too rashly, though both looked concerned and a bit annoyed at situation, with a gesture to one of thr security staff to head over to keep a eye on things. Ivan was about but it did not help to keep more than one set of eyes on events transpiring.
Marla was heading over before Maria caught her and shook her head gesturing to leave it be, her split on the dress showing the extensive robotic leg that ran all way from the socket on her thigh, to metal foot and lower leg, contrasting with a delicate high heal. Vesarian and Maria watched from afar and shared a glance before talking quietly with Marla.
On stage Maxamillion watched finishing up his thing, he was ready to Anouncee to crowd, but waited a second spotting the drama carrying on below, among all thr events and people that one, he did seem to notice. But only because he knew who he was looking for.
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