They manage to get the door open, and already before them is a wall of bodies — in various states of undress, chatting, dancing, sleek with sweat and glitter.
Oh!
Selene had warned Gabi this would be no small affair, but looking around at the penthouse, massive, littered with revelers, she was only now understanding just how big. The reverb from the speakers is loud enough to rattle her teeth. Maybe it'll reset her brain, or something. It'd been a rough fucking week.
"Like I said, he has this ... thing, about him, so if he's surrounded by a gaggle of admirers or something I'll scare 'em off." Selene shoots her friend a wry grin. "Just worry about having fun."
There's a snort, a flutter of Gabi's eyes. Now the woman who worked eighty-hour weeks was going to lecture her?
"Selene. You wouldn't know fun if it showed up in your Google calendar."
Her best friend volleys back an eye-roll of her own, smiles affectionately as she instructs her to stay put.
"Let me go make sure he's not back-flipping across the balcony rail."
There was no telling what he'd be doing at this point in the party. Selene wants to set this introduction up perfectly ... she just has this instinct about it! And a Machiavellian drive to execute this idea.
"Matty. Matty, Matty, Matty."
There he was. Thoroughly enjoying himself, of course. Selene smiles at her little cousin, extends her arm to ruffle that perfect array of hair.
"I have been looking for you."
