#rosalyn threads

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"can i be honest?" she said quietly, "i have no idea how i managed to get an invitation to this thing." rosalyn felt like she'd been walking past famous faces all evening, and she was torn between boldly approaching them to try snag a small interview and not wanting to get thrown out for being inappropriate. eager to stay, she'd chosen to keep her mouth shut and hover on the periphery of the room instead. "i thought they'd made a mistake when that little envelope landed on my desk." she laughed. "here i am though."

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"is it just me who feels out of place here?" ros mused, mostly to herself as she admired the artwork on the walls and the period features of the building. "this place screams 'i've got seven offshore bank accounts'..."

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the gentle buzz of one drink was running through her system, and ros made a mental note to just leave it at one. she needed to keep a nice clear head for the rest of the day. fun could be had at a later date. she'd spent a little time eavesdropping near a couple of directors who weren't taking things easy, but nothing interesting was shared. she was starting to think this whole thing was going to be a bust.

making her way over to where the food was (whether she was supposed to be there or not, she had no idea), ros picked up a little canapé and popped it into her mouth. it made her realise just how hungry she was, so she took another two. they were good.

she suddenly felt the presence of someone else nearby and assumed she'd been caught red-handed. "i'm not supposed to be here, am i?" she asked, covering her mouth as she chewed her other two canapés at the same time.

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rosalyn was keeping an even keener eye and ear out today than usual. the hollywood derby would no doubt be the place for gossip to be collected and ros was very interested in finding out who else was scooping it all up. who was listening in on the a-listers and guests with bank accounts in their millions?

she held a drink in her hand as she hovered on the periphery of the betting tables. she'd never been a big gambler and preferred to be smart with her money. rosalyn didn't have it to burn like some folks here did. still, it intrigued her to know where people were putting said millions.

spying a bigwig studio exec she recognised leaving with a betting slip in his hand, rosalyn slowly strode towards him, pretending to look elsewhere as she shoulder-barged into him. "oh my gosh, i'm so sorry! how clumsy of me!" the slip fell to the floor and she quickly crouched to pick it up, glancing at the details as quickly as she could before handing it back over. a hefty amount placed on the most hopeless horse in the race. hm, interesting.

"are you okay?" she asked him, fawning more than she would like. he brushed off her apologies with what she expected was his natural brusqueness, and carried on, leaving her wondering if he knew something about the long shot that no one else did, or if he was simply an idiot.