desperate don't look good on you, neither does your virtue.

[dogtag]

[ he doesn't usually take jobs without worick, but it's not that hard to keep an eye on a party of spoiled, rich adults who act more like children. and besides, he's been hired to keep an eye on them, not anything actually difficult. leaning against a wall as they chatter and drink outside, he looks out of place in more ways than one. ]

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[evolation]

[ she doesn't seem out of place, someone's arm candy, but she feels it in her bones because it's true. this is a little girl's dream. so charlotte slips away and bumps her hip against the only other person as bored as she is. ]

You got a light?

[ virginia slim. ]

[dogtag]

[ he doesn't shy away at the contact, and for his height, he's surprisingly solid. barely catching what she asks out of the corner of his eye (and guessing, based on the cigarette she's holding), he reaches into his pockets with both hands, one wrist bumping sword hilt, until his right hand reemerges with a battered zippo. worick's, pickpocketed out of petty vengeance.

clicks it, twice, and holds it out for her silently. ]

[evolation]

[ she holds the cigarette and puffs, inhales a smoke ring. ]

Thanks.

[dogtag]

[ without saying 'you're welcome' or anything like that, he stows the lighter away before returning his gaze to the party. he highly doubts anything is going to happen, but still. as far as he's concerned, that's the extent of the interaction that needs to happen. ]