<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/6e9e87b59e2fc5be49035a287d1274df/tumblr_o3yq766uLl1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Trond Vissen &amp; Corwin Lynch<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mia Romero, Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br/></span><hr/>The town car grinding to a halt outside the mansion brought him out of his reverie. The various drinks on offer in the minibar hadn't interested him so much as staring out of the heavily tinted windows, which was what he'd done for the majority of the ride here. The driver knew better than to engage him in small talk at that point, and so it had been smooth enough to let his mind wander. It took him a few seconds before he realized that he was supposed to be getting out.<br/><br/>The door was opened and he snapped back into his body and he stepped out, stretching subtly under the pale grey suit and rolling his neck while fastening the bottom button.<br/><br/>"Just give me a ring when you need me, Mr. Vissen," The driver said, nodding as he shut the door behind Trond.<br/><br/>"Thanks James," Trond said with a smile, shaking the man's hand and leaving a folded up fifty behind. The driver tipped his hat and made his way back to the car, pulling away as more vehicles lined up to leave passengers behind.<br/><br/>"Son of a bitch," He heard a familiar voice behind him, and turning, found a familiar face. Asymmetrical features, slightly off-center, and a build that filled out the shoulders of his suit without the need for padding were all he saw, and all he needed to see.<br/><br/>"Corwin," Trond said with a smile.<br/><br/>"Trond," The man replied, his American accent making the name sound more like 'Tron' of Jeff Bridges fame, rather than the more subtle Scandinavian pronunciation. The two men greeted each other with a firm handshake.<br/><br/>"Glad you could make it," Corwin said with a grin.<br/><br/>"Me too," Trond replied," No need to sound so surprised."<br/><br/>"Well, yeah, surprised is the word. You've been really quite... mopey since the divorce."<br/><br/>"Mopey?"<br/><br/>"Mopey," Corwin said emphatically," It's really not your most attractive quality, friend of mine."<br/><br/>"And yet I still managed to crack the top 10 Most Eligible Bachelors list."<br/><br/>"Well, with a jawline that Zeus would kill for and a portfolio worth north of a quarter billion, I think they classify your moping as... brooding."<br/><br/>Trond chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets," How come you're out here?"<br/><br/>Corwin held up the smoking white cylinder clutched between his fore- and middle fingers," No smoking inside the mansion. Hostess rules."<br/><br/>Trond nodded," Maybe that's a hint about not giving yourself cancer?"<br/><br/>Corwin's eyebrows drew over his pale green eyes as his lips pulled up in a smirk," Well, thanks for the PSA, Smokey the Bear."<br/><br/>"Smokey the Bear was... forest fires, man."<br/><br/>A moment of silence ensued, punctuated by Corwin taking a long drag from his cigarette and dropping it, grinding it out under his heel into the gravel," Been trying to quit. Down to one pack a day now."<br/><br/>"Nice."<br/><br/>Corwin scowled, pulling a small spray from the inside of his jacket and applying it to his mouth," Come on, let's go inside. You bring a mask?"<br/><br/>"Yeah... I wasn't sure if you were serious when you said I needed one."<br/><br/>"Dead serious," Corwin said, tugging a simple black mask from his jacket pocket and pressing it to his face. It covered a few inches around his eyes and tucked around his cheekbones, not doing much to hide his identity.<br/><br/>"Who was that masked man?" Trond asked as he put on a similar getup.<br/><br/>"Don't rightly know," Corwin replied with a grin as they stepped inside. There were more than a handful of guests already there, so they had to wait their turn to greet the hostess as she was going around.<br/><br/>"<em>Ciao Bella</em>," Corwin said with a smile as Mia came to them," It's been far too long. Come," He pushed Trond forward by the shoulder," This is the newcomer I indicated. He's in the need of some... trouble and tonight seemed like the perfect night for it," He nudged Trond forward," Friend of mine, this is our Hostess."<br/><br/>Trond slapped on the kind of smile that someone was supposed to slap on when meeting someone new," Pleasure to meet you," He said, offering a hand.<br/><br/>"Now," Corwin said," Don't be rude. Grab a drink and mingle," He took his own advice, grabbing a pair of champagne flutes on offer and handing Trond one," It's a party. Loosen up."<br/><br/>And with that, they parted ways, with Corwin making his way through the guests, his eyes being catch and dragged to attention by the sight of a woman for whom music seemed to be dictating her pace. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the amount left to the imagination by her scant attire, and he was powerless to resist the allure of her golden mask. He glided through the crowd until he'd managed to step in front of her.<br/><br/>"I'd say someone's in need of a need of a dance floor," Corwin said with a smile," Follow the music, and you'll find just the place. And I might even join you."