He slid the phone back into the pocket of his black skinny jeans and looked around, people were starting to gawk but whether it was his wings stretching above and around him, or his three companions, two of which were a male and female with snake eyes and serpents for hair or the leather clad woman with raven feathers woven into her long tresses, that drew their attention was uncertain.
He wasn’t interested in the gawkers and so totally ignored them, instead he focused on the large tent before him, its sides opened wide in invitation. He had dressed for fun tonight and so was clad in black skinny jeans (Saint Laurent) and a rare vintage 1994 Pink Floyd-The Wall, T-shirt and a pair of comfortable black designer shoes. His hair as always fell in glossy waves around his shoulders.
He could see Ben in the tent talking to a woman as he approached, a crowd forming around them both, listening to their conversation. Butterflies took flight in his stomach and his heartbeat picked up speed at the sight of him, the reaction causing him to silently curse at himself. This was foolish, stupid even. What the fuck was he doing here? He closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to get himself under control.
“So are we saying hello or are we just going to stand here all night and be stared at?” The question had him opening his eyes in an instant and turning his face towards his copper skinned, snake haired companion with a raised eyebrow.
“You said we were here to network and to meet people. Let’s meet people already.” Her words were brusque, but a smile played across her lips and one of her snakes stretched out and rubbed his cheek, caressing him but there was a touch of impatience in her serpent kissed eyes as well. The gorgons had stayed out of site since their arrival, Phedre had kept herself busy running Club Zero and her brother Phoenix had stayed by her side, mingling and getting to know their business partners, the wolf pack of the north, but they were sick of hiding in the shadows and so he had promised them a fun night out and a chance to meet some interesting people.
“Patience is a virtue you know” he said in response as he entwined his arm with hers and Shae NicFahgaen's, the clan leader of the Morrigu bird shifters.
“Yeah well I’m hungry and bored. Can we hurry up the chit chat? I really want to kick your ass at Bumper cars” Shae said as she tugged and smoothed down her clothing with her other hand. She was dressed in leather pants, t- shirt and a open black leather jacket, reminiscent of the Sandy gone Bad look from Grease.
They all looked like trouble making riff raffs from the wrong side of the tracks. It hadn’t been planned, they had simply gone for casual comfort. Tonight was about fun and pleasure, not politics, well, not much politics anyway.
Saraekiel rolled his eyes and smiled as he led his entourage towards Ben and the crowd of people that were falling silent around him and turning their attention to them.