who: scamp & @ellietramp where: the hall, kit’s house
The first person Scamp wanted to go to after seeing his dad in the flesh was, ironically, one of the people he had cut off for the last five years. He knew that Danielle didn’t owe him anything, not even a listening ear, after what he’d done to her. But, times were desperate, and if there was anyone who would understand the implications of Tristan Tramp showing up to this party, it would be her. After spotting his twin on the main floor, chatting with who he could only assume was a friend he didn’t know of, Scamp approached her with a pressed smile, slipping his arm in hers. “So sorry, can I steal her for a second?” he asked her companion, not even waiting for an answer before whisking his sister away.
“What the fuck is dad doing here?” he said quietly, only loud enough for her to hear while he pulled her in the direction of what he hoped was an empty hallway. “Did you know about this? What idiot invited him?” Scamp finally let go of his grip, shaking his head in disapproval while he began to pace across the wide hall. “And Annette .... looked like she could shoot daggers into me with one glance, if she could. What a fucking night, am I right?”











