The masquerade was a nice introduction to the big apple, though he had to say that he had been expecting something more exciting than the slow waltzes that seemed to be the venue’s go-to for the event. It wasn’t bad, per say, but it certainly didn’t have the liveliness that he was used to. He already missed Miami, and while he knew that it was an honor to have been chosen to oversee operations in one of the most important markets in the world he couldn’t help but feel less than enthusiastic about the bitterly cold weather and colder people.
He may have been, well, him, but he liked to have a good time, which felt nearly impossible when it felt like he was constantly a few minutes away from losing an extremity to frostbite.
So he had meandered toward one of the open bars, a few hundreds slipped quietly to the bartender in a silent exchange which they both meant that he would be tended to with a bit more efficiency and hospitality than the venue really called for, which was quite a lot, given the extravagance of the charity event.
He chuckled softly to himself, leaning against the bar and fiddling gently with his watch, a gift from his brother as a thank you for packing up to deal with the so-called ‘Vale situation’. He wouldn’t even be in this god forsaken city if it wasn’t for the man, but he could wait. They had all night to do business, but the opportunity for pleasure ran short.
“Your eyes are absolutely captivating,” He smirked, not that she could see it under his full mask, his eyes twinkling with the thrill of a new chase. “which is about the best compliment I can give at the moment, unfortunately.” He hummed thoughtfully, turning to accept his cocktail with a polite nod at the bartender.
“Have you ever had a Boulevardier? It’s a complex drink, not exactly one for those who can’t handle something a bit more intense but,” he shrugged, taking a drink, “Some have acquired a taste for them.”
