@decadantlove
Drake’s friend may have loaned him a tux and forced a glass of champagne into his hand, but he couldn’t make the metal smith fit in with all the rich bastards circulating at this fundraiser. He downed as much champagne as he could get his hands on without causing a scene. Then he edged toward the corner of the room, keeping one eye on his ‘date’ to make sure he wasn’t spotted in the midst of his escape - “Shit,” he swore as he collided with someone. “I ain--” He looked her up and down and swallowed, hard. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t see you there. Let me get you a drink, please--or some asprin? Think I mighta stepped on your foot.”












