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“Mr. Petterson!” She chided, a bit more joyful than stern, almost as if the man beside her was a small child doing tricks, but didn’t make any move to remove the watch that filled the space between the golden bracelets perfectly. “You remind me of a certain bird that collects blue objects to attract females.” EVA let out a shadow of a smile appear, pleased with the man beside him and picking a flute of champagne before retreating to the shadows of the party. “That’s the Baron.” Between the filthy and drunk audience there was a pudgy-belly old man, already flushing with too many glasses of wine and laughing as if he had the world on the palm of his hand, besides him another pudgy-belly man was laughing nervously and sweating profusely on a suit that seemed one size too small.
“And his brother the Rocket Scientist. Probably gloating about the lion they shot down.”
Her gasp of pleasant surprise had to bring a smile to his face, especially at the fact that she had kept it upon her wrist. Napoleon took a moment to admire his addition to her jewelry before turning his gaze upon the crowd, the upwards turn of lips still playing upon his face. “Are you saying your favorite color is blue, Mrs. Sokolova?”
Eyes took in the sight, specifically their contact and his brother. Both were rotund in stature with perhaps almost equal personalities to match. It was clear that the scientist held reservations about being stuffed into a suit and put on display for his rich sibling, but Solo retained that mental note for later, hoping to be able to use it to his advantage. “Sounds wonderful. Would you mind terribly if you introduced me? I feel at least one of them will be leaving as soon as he sees an opportunity, so it’s best to get to business and save the fun for later.”
