<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Npc, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Evion raises an eyebrow and barely spares a glance at the man sauntering over to them and chatting up Juliet. She attracts them like flies; high school reputation, event co-ordinators curse, or natural witchcraft? He silently gives his condolences to her. Juliet`ll be chatted up all night. A sweet lady, deserved a breather.<br/>His phone buzzes again and Evion excuses himself in the direction of the buffet table. The importance of food is never, ever valued enough. Free food? Free food is the stuff of kings.<br/>Evion opens the text. Weaving through the crowd and grinning (https://68.media.tumblr.com/92d9c9ee61a58efcab8d0e16d209bd7a/tumblr_oguenwWMxo1sfgseyo1_r2_500.gif). Like a fool some would say, as if he`d won the lottery others would claim, embodying a love struck dolt onlookers would see.<br/><br/><hr/>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Chess</span><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/91/69/03/9169034ce5f5ec844a11356adfd6b18d.jpg)<br/>I would totally be there but I've got a hot date ;)<br/><br/>(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c018474d5a62990362d7da338965d2fe/tumblr_inline_oip1ctK7K91rsjy69_540.jpg)<br/>My god. He's HIDEOUS.<br/><hr/><br/>Pink tongue sticks out at the screen. Of course any other color of tongue would be highly irregular, likely dangerous and most definitely contagious. Evions normal, safe and completely fine tongue stays out in a silly grin, pokes between his teeth in the dorkiest way. He silently laughs to himself.<br/><br/><hr/>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br/><span class="bbc_u">To; Chess</span><br/>thats what u get. shopping second hand.<br/>bitch I taught u better.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Evion, phone in one hand, attention distracted, plate in the other, helps himself to a heaping of dinner. Thank god these are labelled. Evion doesn`t know what half these dishes are, wouldn`t put it past Juliet that the ingredients are imported. The buffet is longer than his bedroom. He squints. Okay, barely longer. There`s about two steps difference.<br/>Evion wishes his glasses weren`t three floors up. He has trouble telling the differences between what`s coated, has a thin sauce or was cooked a real fancy way. Texture spotting, a hobby<em>obviously</em>known far and wide. He`s going to the championships this year, snag a spot on the podium, make his momma proud.<br/>Evion grabs a scoop of some dish in French that melts his mouth with just a look and makes his way back.<br/><br/>Evion skirts around the bundles of people lining up for dinner and places his plate at a table. Inhabitants; one. He smiles a greeting at her, tough and claiming two glasses of liquor. No doubt sharing wasn`t in the books. Or the rough drafts.<br/>Evion looks back over at Tanner and gives a little wave. His friend, a furniture ocean apart.