#1.23.2021.

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text ➝ wren: hey!!

text ➝ wren: one of our board member's great aunt just passed last week...she was a botanist...and her estate sale is tomorrow

text ➝ wren: are you free at noon?

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+ kitty

LOCATION: Outside the Savoy Hotel

DATE & TIME: January 23rd, 2021, 11:30pm.

@kittym​

DRUGS & SUBSTANCE ABUSE MENTION TW

Fuck, it was cold outside. A thin suit jacket, despite its luxury, offered little protection from the frigid winter of London. Though his body shivered, teeth chattered, Remus Warden felt warm inside, still buzzing from the superior formulation of extended release benzodiazepines; for the first time in his life, he thanked the universe for Pestilence Labs. As coping mechanism of choice, there was already had a nagging voice in his head demanding more after what he’d just witnessed. It was one thing, to have to play nice with an ex spouse, and another thing to make a fool of himself in a jealous rage, getting punched in the process - it was an entirely new circle of hell to see Thomas and Rita kiss.

When he shoved out the door, clumsily, angrily, failing at his attempt to try not to make a scene as he exits, he is surprised to see Kitty Mallick. The last time Remus had seen her in person, she was on top of his brother. He couldn't help but laugh at the irony one complicated ghost after another haunting him tonight. The two met eyes, and neither spoke, instead resorting to saying nothing in an obviously uncomfortable situation. Hopefully, his Uber would be there soon, and there would be no need for any pleasantries to be exchanged. 

Remus busied himself with a cigarette. He sighs, out loud, at the first hit of nicotine, though it does little to quell his nerves. His mind spins as he tries to dissect the moment, trying to pick through the recent details he’d gotten of their short-lived relationship -- no, no, that’s right, it had been a year and a half.  He glances at Kitty, probably for too long, before he decides to take the gamble. “Do you want one?”

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THE ANNIVERSARY EVENT. Suit by Yves Saint Laurent. Loafers by Yves Saint Laurent. Watch by Patek Philippe. Black eye by Thomas Rivers.

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LOCATION: PEST Afterparty 

DATE & TIME: Friday, January 23rd at 10:30pm

STATUS: Closed, @mitzi-zhang

At these anniversary parties, it is almost impossible to find a moment of peace. There is no easy escape away from nearly a million inquiring acquaintances. It’s worse, to run into someone you know, someone you may or may not be avoiding - not that Remus was hiding from Mitzi, but he considered the very real possibility that she might be from him. His high ranking position and relative authority within her former gang might scare her away, make her become unwilling to talk, though admittedly, Remus cares little about gang loyalties at the moment. Tonight, he has no interest in chastising turncoats. His mind is on one thing, one person, the connection between the two of them.

“Mitzi, hi,” he says excitedly, nicely, feigning surprise as he approaches her. He pretends like he hadn’t been waiting for the opportune opening for seemingly polite conversation, watching from his seat across the bar since he’d noticed her, nursing a sad glass of water. It’s awkward, definitely, though Remus can hardly tell, considering the state he’s in. The last time the two had really spoken, Remus treated her to coffee and lunch, practically begging her for help with Rita and their relationship. Mitzi was kind, and humoured him, having liked Remus since first introduced. But admittedly, a lot of things had changed since then, though the Seraphim held onto a small amount of hope that she might take pity on him once more. “How are things?” There is a brief pause as Remus struggles with what to say in his haze, not wanting to jump immediately into talk of his ex-wife, her cousin. “Um, how are you and Fletcher?”