status : closed to @mxkinncns
timestamp : march , 1979
CHAMPAGNE always had a way of allowing people to escape, to whisper secrets in darkened halls and remain vulnerable to those who held the strings that allowed them to move. he’d shake hands with those he’d needed to, walked among the men who thought themselves untouchable ––– did they know they were in the presence of a GOD? lips curl upwards as he catches sight of the girl, brunette locks cascading as her blush tinged cheeks give nothing but the aura of innocence. he mustn’t, conscience whispering in his ear before his feet are already carrying himself in his direction. sidestepping, he interrupts conversation, champagne soaked tongue speaks for itself as words come out low, a barely audible purr of sorts. “ ––– miss mckinnon , lovely as ever. “ and he means it, a vision in silk. “ surely you wouldn’t mind me stealing you away , mrs. rowle just could not stop talking about you. “ interest piqued, brow perks as he outstretches palm, a radiant confidence exudes from his pores.
