gala, and not the apple. | seb & jaelyn.
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Events like this always made Jae feel vaguely off-kilter, at least until she’d gotten a few drinks into her. It didn’t help that she felt like she was hiding something, not that there was anyway to identify other Clairs that were here, no one knew she wasn’t being upfront. And it didn’t help that the cause was to support victims of a hate crime of which she was part of those being targeted. Maybe a few drinks is an understatement.
Finding friendly faces was fairly easy, it seemed like a majority of Seattle had showed up in support, but finding a friendly face she actually wanted to see was a whole different story. Finally she spotted Seb, someone she knew wouldn’t ask too many questions she didn’t want to answer, and ordered two glasses of champagne.
“You look like you,” She set one of the flutes down on the table in front of him. “Could use a drink. And no, you can’t refuse, I don’t drink alone and you’re the only person here I feel like talking to.” She offered them a small smile before taking a sip from her own glass. “Are you here for business or pleasure?”