with: @divinitymctions ; drew where: the weiss wedding when: march 20th, 1997
They made eye contact when she languidly sat down at the table. He did not flinch, nor did he move except to stare her down — in the elusive mind of Sévérine D'aurevalle, embarrassment was an unexplored emotion. "Well, if it isn't the old ball and chain. I suppose I should have checked the seating arrangement." Bartering for switching with another and leaving Farah by her lonesome would have started a whole new argument, however, and he did have the capacity to consider that the don wouldn't be terribly happy to see that anyone wasn't adhering to Cherry's wishes. The Weiss cousin procured the glass of champagne already filled for him, taking a considerable gulp of the wine, and that buried the hatchet on any internal debate of whether he should continue running his mouth or give her an opportunity to leave a social hostage situation. "Are you terribly bored out of your mind yet? I feel like someone should do something inane to liven things up. A Weiss party is usually a little more... unhinged. Maybe I should throw something."