A Star is Born

Neve Callisto Viktor-Durand. Proud sister, friend and hopeless romantic. 22. Escort! "For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream." - Vincent Van Gogh

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remykane:

“I simply never have.” The thought didn’t even come to her not even through childhood naivety—at least she didn’t remember it had. “I suppose I just took them at face value. Something that happened as I slept. Something unexplainable that I had no interest in explaining.” Remy wasn’t insinuating anything by Neve having interest in them either.

Neve waited for her to explain, how could someone just no be curious about dreams? Like at all. “And you just accepted them, even if you dreamt about something you didn’t like? You just took it?” Neve shrugged, maybe she was just a curious person. “So then you don’t like trying to explain the unexplainable?”

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remykane:

It was an interesting mindset. Remy often forgot her dreams as soon as she awoke or never paid much mind to them once she was awake so they would eventually fall aside. “I agree it’s a fascinating experience to ponder, but it’s not something I’ve given attention to.” Remy wasn’t judging Neve for doing it (at least not too harshly). “The beauty of most problems is that they can be fixed if you’re willing to do what it takes to fix it.” She was delighted the young girl at least understood that much.

Neve tilted her head to the side, “why not? Like do you just not care for such things or?” She understood not everyone cared about the same things she did but she didn’t get how the other woman had never given a thought to it. Then again, she didn’t really understand how Remy worked in the first place. Neve grinned, nodding, they finally agreed on something. “I’d also say most problems don’t require that much effort to fix either.”

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hailtothesun:

“Wait–what?” Q must’ve been hallucinating, because there was no way the person in front of him had said–of all things in the world they could’ve said–that. “You’re joking, right? There’s no way…”

“Okay look, I know I shouldn’t have a weapon, I honestly don’t even want one but apparently safety is sort of an issue and I guess I should be able to protect myself somewhat” Neve cringed, violence was not her area, nor was she a fan of it.

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remykane:

Remy couldn’t believe she was talking about dreams, of all things. However, she was willing to humor the young girl as long as the conversation remained on her. Since she moved on from the question, Remy was willing to keep things moving. “Why are you so concerned about the content of your dreams?” It was a genuine question, one Remy hardly concerned herself with. “Have you no worries awake? Or are you pushing those aside to focus on more… frivolous things?”

Neve smiled, “I honestly just like to think about what they mean. They can’t possibly be meaningless, at least I don’t thin so.” Laughing Neve shook her head, “I guess not. I rarely have troubles awake, even then, they’re usually something small that can be fixed within a matter of time.” Even then, it was easier for her to not worry about her life problems. In the grand scheme of things, her small personal issues were just that, small.

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remykane:

“Did a dream spark these thoughts?” While Remy agreed to some extent, dreams and their interpretations of them weren’t exactly something that occupied her thoughts. “You know it’s all speculation. There’s never been anything definitive about dreams.” And so, nothing worth thinking about them.

“I had one of those weird falling dreams the other day. Have you ever had one of those? And then the day after was one of those flying dreams, you know.” She explained, not sure if Remy could actually relate. Neve sighed, mumbling, “I mean, I guess but still. How do they get so many people to agree on the interpretations of different kinds of dreams.”

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adamdxrand:

“Because I’m sure that happens very frequently.” He huffed a dry laugh and shook his head again, across the desk at her. “Surely all these nice girls you’re finding can do better than me.” The first date he had agreed to hadn’t gone badly, but the prospective of dating at all was what had deterred him. In his mind, anyone could do better, especially better than to get tangled up with him and the ring. “You’ve got talent at this sort of thing, though. Maybe you should set up a matchmaking service.”

Rolling her eyes, she shrugged, “you don’t know that, nor do you mean that.” Neve’s shoulders dropped as she shook her head, “you’re wrong, I don’t know why you think they could do any better.” she huffed, slightly upset. “You’re as good as they come, and I’m not just saying that because you’re my brother.” She knew he wouldn’t just believe her, she’d have to prove it but she didn’t know how and honestly she doubted he’d fully believe her, even if she did prove it. “You think so? I don’t know... But, you know would it even be allowed?”’

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hailtothesun:

Q lit up the second he caught sight of who he’d bumped into, and was happy to be snagged and dragged around the party he hadn’t really wanted to be at in the first place, “Uhm, which answer won’t get me into trouble?” He snagged another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, one for each of them, and grinned as he took another sip. “I will say the alcohol is a plus, even if I can’t remember who got married…”

Neve rolled her eyes jokingly, “neither, you’re in big trouble either way.” Taking a sip she glanced around the party, “you missed the most important part! Vows are so beautiful. Their vows were so sweet.” She gushed. Neve shook her head, sighing, “what am I gonna do with you. You don’t even know who’s wedding you came to? Did you at least bring them some sort of gift or congratulate them.”

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remykane:

No smile is reciprocated in Remy’s face, but she remained silent and with eyes on the other girl. “Yes, what are you thinking about?” Remy asked instead of answering with a proper response. There was nothing she had to say to her and Remy was always more interested in hearing what other people said.

Neve simply shrugged when the attention was brought back to her, she wouldn’t press if the other woman didn’t want to share, though she was curious as to why she wouldn’t. “Just dreams, like dream interpretations and all that. It just doesn’t make sense how it all works or why people think such things.”

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adamdxrand:

“Well, I don’t think you want me to embarrass you by dancing with anyone, and if I stand by the wall, I have better access to the drinks and not as many people look at me.” He couldn’t help being honest with his sister, reaching over to take an hors d’oeuvre from a tray on the table beside him to pop it into his mouth. “I’m perfectly fine. You can go and dance, you know. Have fun.”

Snorting, Neve quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “You couldn’t embarrass me with your dance moves no matter how hard you try, A.” She grinned. The brunette sighed, pouting, “that’s not as fun for you! Just don’t think about the other people, they’re just jealous if they’re staring at you.” She shook her head watching him, “you really just wanna be by the food, don’t you! I can’t have fun, if you’re not having fun.”

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jacquelineleblanc:

The brunette nodded in agreement with the girl. “I suppose I’ve gotten rather too used to being the one behind the bar, not in front of it.” She smiled at the girl, her shoulders lifting as she leaned slightly to the right and returned to centre when she let her shoulders drop again. She lifted a hand to the bartender to get his attention, then smiled when he looked over, “could I get a sazerac, s’il vous plaît? And…” she looked over at the brunette, “est-ce que tu voulais quelque chose?”

She was so ready to make her own drink, Neve didn’t actually think the other woman would listen to her. Though she was glad she decided to take her idea. “You can’t help yourself sometimes,” she nodded, “plus you know better than others what you like” Neve said with a shrug. She glanced at the menu once again, drinks weren’t her forte. They never had been and she doubted she would all of a sudden know. “Je ne sais pas... I guess what she’s having.” She told the bartender.

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adamdxrand:

Adam was absolutely useless at parties. He really didn’t want to be here in the slightest, but he was going to make it work, whatever he had to do. He was currently addressing that problem with another glass of champagne, lingering at the wall and glancing at the person who approached him and offering an awkward smile. “…You look - uh - you look nice.”

Weddings were Neve’s favorite events, followed shortly by birthday parties, but weddings always brought the best of her. She liked to think they brought the best out of everyone, part of why she enjoyed them so much. Although she was ecstatic for the wedding, she could tell Adam wasn’t feeling the same way, and of course like a good sister, she was going to make sure he enjoyed it as much as she did. And maybe find him a cute girl to get to know. She grinned as he complimented her, “thank you! It’s new, especially for the occasion,” she responded, curtsying. “You look handsome" she nodded, straightening his tie. "You know it’s not fun if you just stand against the wall all day.”

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hailtothesun:

Q slipped into the event hall from the back door, as he usually did for events like these, and managed to find his way into the outskirts without too much trouble. He nabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and took a small sip as he surveyed the masses. So focused on the beautiful people milling around him, he didn’t notice the person right behind him until he’d bumped into them and sloshed a bit of his champagne over the edge of his glass, “Oh, jeez. I’m sorry about that, I hope I didn’t get any on your clothes?” 

From the moment Neve saw the curly hair from behind, she knew exactly who it was. While it would have been easier to just go over, the idea of surprising him seemed more fun. She giggled slightly, quietly sneaking up behind him. Just as she was about to pounce, she was caught. There was no point trying to scare him now that he had seen her. “Well there goes my plan” she murmured, lightly brushing off her dress. “I’ve had worse spilled on me, it’s fine Q.” she reassured. Hooking arms with him, she began to walk along, “were you late as usual or were you just hiding around the place?”

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jacquelineleblanc:

Though Jacqueline was now quite well-versed in the arts of bartending, the brunette had never had a tendency to drink quite as much as her peers even during her college days. However, looking at the line of bottles on the shelves that the bartender had momentarily left on its own called to her to get behind the bar, knowing she could please her pallet more than any other bartender could. “Would it seem too rude if I went behind the bar and made myself a drink?” She asked the person that had settled beside her at the bar.

Neve shook her head, watching the bartenders work. “I think you might have to ask the current bartenders. They are getting paid to help serve at this, so it might be rude if you made a drink yourself. It kind of comes across as if you don’t think they’re capable of making what you want.” She shrugged. “Maybe if you ask them in the way you like it, they’ll be willing to make it how you want it.”

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ginbouchard:

Gin had been lingering around the bar, admiring the arrangement of wines and refilling her own flute whenever a waiter walked by. She had to hand it to the Kane family, they knew their wines. A small smile found its way onto her face; she was happy to have joined something that appreciated wine as much as she did. Time passed by as she sat there, not keeping track of how many people sat next to her. She glanced at the body that appeared next to her, reconigzing it and nodding at the sommelier handling a vintage bottle. Squinting her eyes, she read the label and almost dropped her glass. 

“Can you believe they have a bottle of the 1969 Dom Ruinart? There are only 17 bottles left in the entire world.” 

Neve had offered to get herself and the person she was talking with, a drink and so the bar was her current spot. She eyed the menu, unsure of what really tasted good. As the voice next to her spoke, she turned to Gin smiling. “I- What do you expect, it is a Kane wedding, nothing but the best for them.” she grinned. Glancing back at the menu, Neve asked, “what would you recommend from the menu then Gin?”

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Event One 

Neve + Kane Family Wedding 

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remykane:

Remy glanced over, before returning to her business. The look intrigued her for now and she decided it was enough to offer an ear to listen. Maybe it’d be worth her time. “You look like you have something to say.”

“It’s almost like you can read minds” Neve murmured. She shook her head with a smile, “it’s nothing, just thinking.” Resting her chin in her arms, she just watched Remy, “How about you though, do you have anything you wanted to say?”