<div class="floatleft">(https://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/2021+Met+Gala+Celebrating+America+Lexicon+lE-F4bvS0RHx.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ken Nightshade “Ken” (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356526#msg16356526)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black blazer and slacks, suspenders, white shirt (open like in picture)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Penthouse apartment | Downtown<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6th | Early evening<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Mingling at the party<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Warlocks of Vancouver and any party crashers<br/><hr/>Looking around at the personal touches was how Ken got to know someone through their place. Anyone could conjure up a Picasso or some lost sculpture as a centerpiece to get everyone talking but to him it was always the smaller nick knacks and the less ostentatious things that actually spoke about someone’s true personality. He wasn’t going to snoop in a lady’s bedroom so he enjoyed what he could out here.<br/><br/>He loved these events. Warlocks were a proud race of immortals. Just because your parent was a demon didn’t mean you didn’t have a right to be proud—regardless of what anyone else said. Looking at the collection of books, art and then the large screen tv he guessed that Elysia was comfortable in the modern age. He had met a few that got stuck in a century and didn’t want to keep up with humanity’s every changing fashions and society. Elias was making an effort, that was always nice to see. “Elias.” he nodded in return to the high warlock.<br/><br/>He was getting himself a drink when he felt a light touch on his arm. He could only grin at her compliment and then smile a bit more as he handed Roslyn the drink he was getting for himself. “Why thankyou beautiful lady. Coming from you, it means a lot.” he said grabbing a drink for himself and touching his to hers. He admired her dress with an approving nod. “You know what they say. If you got it. Flaunt it.” he said taking a drink. “And we definitely have it.”<br/><br/>He turned to his hostess. “Oh I’m glad you said that because I’ve definitely brought my appetite.” he said and headed off to load up a plate. He had come from many places where if you didn’t have thirds, it was an insult to the host. Roslyn found him and he was just swallowing one of the skewers down. “I do love the food here. This was worth coming to. We don’t do enough of these get togethers.” he commented. Sometimes it was hard to feel like a community if you were always alone.<br/><br/>“As for a club…you know they are all basically the same. It’s not the club. Its who you go with.” he said leaning into the lovely platinum blonde. “How about we make a pact? Next time either one of us feels like going out. We just call each other and not get lazy by staying in. Or if we do stay in, we stay in together.” he suggested. “Deal?”<br/>