<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>Xander, Ruben, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Evion takes a sip of his drink. Bland. Pitifully so. Unmistakably H20, good old tap variety. The table buzzes with conversation and people. Arriving, reuniting, meeting. Awkwardly from the tail ends he catches. Rubens exclamation still spins around in his head. Like a cinematic at the climax of a video game, memories slowly dust themselves off and align like floating puzzle pieces on a wall`s tapestry. At the corner of conscious thought is a niggling recollection of the interview, a full and proper two hours worth of interaction. In defence it was followed by quick and effective surrender to sleep.<br/>Dreams can muddle you like god knows what.<br/><br/>Evion blushes and mutters something Rubens way before Ruben turns his attention to Xander, one of the few good friends Evion was lucky to have throughout the Dark Years. He too hoped to catch up later on.<br/>He chuckles to himself, laughs away the embarrassment. Of course the man he forgot he invited on air was the one boyfriend he had in high school. Their fight, details remiss, was one for the history books. Whatever it was about? Evion`s sure it was juvenile and utterly unimportant. Neither seemed to remember anyways. The clarity that suddenly recalls that mix tape, sappy, angry, ansty and all forms of music in between, that Evion made and listened to for weeks afterwards is startling. Desire to bury it back heightens tenfold.<br/>The first time he`s at a party and forgets someone he shouldn`t? No.<br/>The most important? He`ll never admit to not recognising the director and head producer he worked with for a number of years, after not seeing each other for six months.<br/>The last? Not a chance.<br/><br/>Meets a lot of people each day every day. He tells himself that.<br/><br/>“Bring someone tonight Xan?” He strikes up. “You-you`ve gone ghost on us. Social media too current for you? Not, not that I have, did check, I`ve checked. Much. Check much. I didn`t… Good to see you`re st-still alive.” He raises a glass for that.