Mason;
Where: Lorenzo Vittori’s Funeral Party | The Vittori When: 1pm, Post Event
Julian hadn’t attended the ceremony, leaving the actual mourners to cry as Lorenzo’s casket went into the ground. There was just nothing that he found appealing or important about it... he’d seen his own brother’s funeral, the shameless display seeming to matter more for the living than the dead. When his own time came, he didn’t really give a shit what they’d do with his body. Donate it to science, throw it in a dumpster, it wasn’t like he was going to be needing it. Nonetheless, he decided to make an appearance at the Vittori for the so-called after party. The Lobby was decorated with rich black curtains, the hoard of attendees dressed in varying shades of onyx. He’d thrown on an old jacket to blend in- a Pistris showing solidarity with the fallen King, even if it meant being uncomfortable for an hour or two. Spotting a familiar face near the drinks, Julian made his way over to the man. “When I go, make sure there’s an open bar- this lemonade and water thing is a little... cheap.”
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