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<i> <span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">Christopher</span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Much as he he had expected the gathering was abuzz with the antics he would expect from frat boys. Undisciplined and unruly, they reflected the wolves they kept hidden beneath the guise of normal men and women. Lips pressed together in a grimace of disdain, his grey eyes lifted to regard Zeph and his other pack mates. Drifting from each in turn before he took another sip from his glass. Perhaps he would need more before he had the patience to deal with these antics.<br/>
" Just another lovely family get together. " he mused to no one in particular, suppressing a chuckle yet failing to hide it completely.<br/>
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The pleasant heat of the bourbon slid down his throat, a soft exhalation of breath as he savored the taste of the taste of the skotch. The myriad scents drifted upon the shifting wind, carrying with it information that they all could process. Frustration, seeming to be the one he picked out the most. Once more he was reminded why he was glad he never had a desire to be more than a Sentinel. There was a simplicity in getting your hands dirty. Chris didn't envy Zeph his task this night. The table had been set with care, and the spread had show a forethought that may had escaped most. Certainly he felt a moment of bigotry. He hadn't touched a bite and went straight for the skotch. His attention was drawn out of the bottom of his glass and his inward musings. Noting the glance from Tae from across the table, he quirked a brow his implacable gaze settling upon Tae for the briefest of moments before he finished his glass.<br/>
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Zeph was busy scolding Silas as the approach of Lyden drew his gaze from Tae to his sudden approach. His steps carried a sense of urgency despite his affected casual approach. Certainly his scent bore the tidings of ill news. Perhaps he had arrived in time to see something truly interesting? Taking the last sip from his glass he glanced at Neviah. " No thanks, I believe I'll have a wee bit more. Perhaps I'll get steamin' before I let it go. But thank you anyway darlin. " he said in his Irish brogue. He made no move to grab another glass, but instead observed the muted conversation between Zeph and Lyden.</span></i>​</div>