<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 07:15 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Caught in the act<br/><hr/><br/>A painfully long time passed before Olivia even thought to accept the offered hand, and it was only when Charles cast her a meaningful look that she managed to shake off the near catatonic state that she had found herself stuck in. Myriad emotions succeeded one another as she tried to figure out the potential consequences of the man, or Jason Vandel's, presence within the room. Was there any chance at all that he had arrived<em>after</em>Liv had so carelessly come stalking into the casino? Her eyes wandered away from the man's figure, but she didn't need to check to know that the only entrance was the one she had entered through herself as well as Charles. She'd been careless, and there was a dark feeling of premonition that she may never get to finish her dragon painting.<br/><br/>A little crease formed between her eyebrows, briefly giving her away before she managed to jump back into action. A polite, though not particularly spontaneous smile played on her lips as she took his hand with her own, firmly shaking it as her eyes locked with Jason's. "Olivia Moretz," she said, far more confidently than she felt. Her eyes attentively studied his in the hopes of finding the answer to the questions that were burning in the back of her mind, but Jason wasn't giving up his secrets so easily. Liv wasn't sure if she was simply worried over exposing her evolved side to a stranger or over<em>exposing herself</em>in a far more graphic fashion to someone she had never before met in her life. Usually she at least made a guy buy her lunch first...<br/><br/>"Your lights are quite spectacular," she continued, and Liv managed pretty successfully to look unfazed. Her head inclined towards the centre of the ceiling, she allowed her eyes to take in the sight she had admired what felt like a thousand times before. Charles hadn't been lying; Liv really appreciated proper craftsmanship and every source of light within the casino was a little - and sometimes big - work of art. She felt the sheer amount of hard work that went into creating the many glass spheres, figures and intricate shapes put the effort of her painting to shame, and briefly she wondered if Jason would be even remotely impressed with the mural.<br/><br/>Charles was beaming, although Liv couldn't quite figure out why. He was doing that typical hand wringing that showed he was pleased. "It's just satisfying to see two of my favourite designers in one room together!" he explained without being asked, most likely prompted by the look of estranged confusion that Liv cast him. "In fact, I have no doubt that the both of you have a lot in common! Olivia dear," he said, which was foreboding in a way that Liv didn't care for in the slightest. Already her lips parted, ready to make up some excuse to up and leave, but Charles wouldn't  be interrupted. "Why don't you show him the rest of the place. You've been wandering around the casino a week now, surely you know the place as well as I do!"<br/><br/>He didn't grace them with another slap on the shoulder, but Charles Pontiff did swivel around on the balls of his feet, already fishing up his phone from his jacket's inner pocket to no doubt set another ludicrous project of his into gear. Liv usually liked the man's enthusiasm but right now she wished he'd had a shred of awareness; the silence that filled the room after he left it was oppressive, almost suffocating.<br/><br/>For a while Liv simply stared at Jason, which was likely all she had been doing since first becoming aware of his presence. The pretense of everything being fine and dandy had rapidly worn off and a look of quiet dismay had found its way to her soft facial features instead. Where she had mostly been shocked, afraid even, now there was a different sentiment surfacing slowly. One of resentment over the fact that he had watched her shift into her human form and wander about the VIP room naked without as much as making her aware that she wasn't alone.<em>He could have said something</em>, she thought grimly, and her eyes narrowed slightly. But another thought manifested in her mind almost just as quickly.<em>He could have said something,</em>but Jason Vandel had allowed Charles to leave without telling him that he had hired an Evolved to decorate his beloved casino. And she wasn't sure why.<br/><br/>"Uhm..." was her none too eloquent way of breaking the silence. Olivia raked her fingers through her hair, eyes shifting nervously before settling on the man before her again. He was taller than her, broader too. Classical features that were undeniably handsome were almost distracting enough to make her forget the matter at hand, but of course, that only lasted a moment. "Uhm... this is pretty uncomfortable." She found herself chewing her bottom lip, slowly gathering her wits about her. Anxiety gradually subsided, a feeling of urgency taking hold of her instead. Liv wasn't sure what to expect; part of her still expected that she would have to cancel her gig at the casino before finishing, something that didn't sit well with her at all. She wasn't one to beat around the bush though, and so, rather than worrying, she opted for directness as she posed the inevitable question.<br/><br/>"You could have told him," she said, her voice lowered, more down to business than before. Liv's eyes fixated on Jason's, intent on reading the answer before it left his lips. "You could have told Charles what you saw, but you didn't. Why?"<br/>