Loc: Navy Pier, Mirror Maze entrance. OPEN.
As a designated member of the family, Valentine Marshall had to attend the coming home party for dear Eldar. Of course; it wasn’t that Val wasn’t happy that Eldar was out of prison; he was simply not in the mood to deal with a drunk crowd. He already had enough of it at The Cabaret- and the last thing he wanted to do was fall into the role of the bouncer. As fate would have it; he was already standing guard at the nearest entrance to one of the mirror mazes; and he felt like an idiot in the three piece suit he donned for the evening. It was either stand here; or mingle in the conservatory with the folk he’d rather not touch. And perhaps his motive was a little be less ‘i-hate-parties’ and more ‘where-the-fuck-is-Archie.’
Sentry he was, hands tucked into his pockets, gun tucked at the small of his back underneath the lapels of his coat, desolate gaze scanning every face that passed with a tight lipped smile as if he were simply enjoying the view- of the wall ahead. As a drink sloshed down his front, his hand shot out to grab the wrist attached to it- “mind watching what you’re doing there?”