A Glorious Party (Open RP)

Having been on her way to her apartment, Sonder pauses before the path leading up to Draven's home, and wonders if tonight might become a useful night. ...Maybe it's a little out of his jurisdiction, but he did say he owes me a favor. She takes out a fresh tube of lipstick, and applies a swipe of deep, rich crimson before heading up the walkway.

Her heeled boots clatter on the stones, and she hears the party from yards away. I'm not sure what this party is for- but, to hell with that, it's Draven.

Entering the house, Rose observes the Executioner from the back of the crowd. A servant walks by with drinks, and she picks up one of them from the tray, raising it to Draven with a smile that speaks of clear intent: 'I want to talk to you', at the very least.

Rose smiles, and loops an arm around his waist, maintaining a casual front- though there's a slight hesitance in her bearing as he shuts the room off from the rest of the party.

"Absolutely; it's an excellent party," the student assures him as they enter. "Though- I wonder if you recall that favor you mentioned once? I could use your help~"

She sits by his side, and looks up at him from under long lashes. Her shoulders shrink in- not in a slouch, but as though to emphasize her smallness and her curves next to his tall, well-muscled form.

Draven lookss down at Rose. "Draven never forgets a favor for a pretty face." He says as he Pours another drink from his private stash, And wraps his arm back around her shoulder. "You name it Draven will make it happen." He can hear more and more guest arriving. "Just waiting for the Guest of Honor." He thinks to himself.

Jay stumbled up the stairs of Draven's household wearing a slightly wrinkled black cloak hemmed with silver. He'd left his gauntlet at home; this was a casual setting, and it was unlikely that there would be any call for magic of any sort. While he had no clue why he was invited to Draven's coming-home party, he apparently had been. Not like it was anything malicious, as his last 'party' had been. He still was finding flecks of blue paint on his body from that particular office prank.

Making his way inside, he immediately made his way to the concessions table. That may as well be the best place to start socializing, if anything he did was able to be considered such. Grabbing a cheese cube from the table and a glass from a waiter, he popped the cube in his mouth and then stared at the glass.

The liquid inside was completely unidentifiable. He didn't drink much, and he had no clue what the hell this bloody mess was. He didn't want to look like a fool, so he made a beeline to the nearest person, a tall, cold-looking man in a button-up shirt.

"Er, excuse me," he whispered, pointing to his glass. "Mind helping me out of a bind? What the hell is this?" He looked at the drink like it was some strange, floating rock he'd found in a meteorite; so, to say, like it was from out of this world.

Darius entered the premises, somewhat late, but at least he showed. He supposed it was better to be late than never but what disturbed him the most was that this was becoming a growing trend. The General entered in formal attire with no weapon on his person, however this did not make him any less recognizable.

Upon entering he immediately found one of the guards whom was present, if only for security reasons. Two champions present, especially considering their positions within the city state almost required it.

"...Direct me to my brother. I'm running late."

As Dravens steps out of the room that he and Rose occupied he hears the thumping beat of mundos sweet jams. "Now this is what Draven likes!" he says as he makes his way into the room."Good Doctor Draven hoped we would have a chance to party again." He says looking up at Mundo. "Draven likes your style." As Draven takes off his jacket and Proceeds to dance with with the Dj. "Come on people Let start this party!!!!!" Draven grabs Roses hand and pulls her into the dance floor as everyone starts to move with the music. In the middle of the part a servant come to Draven "Sorry sir but your brother has arrived." he says as he walks away. Draven walks over to te boombox and presses pause. the room grows quiet and the eyes fall upon him as he stands on a table. "Friends i call this party for a great occasion, Your Glorious executioner would not be here today if it wasn't for this man here." He says pointing at his brooding brother. "When we were children we had nothing he fought for me when my mouth ran off and he fed me when we had nothing." Draven stares at his brother. "And i thank him for that everyday." Draven signals to the kitchen and 4 servants come out holding a Huge cake with the Hand of Noxus' portrait on it. "Tonight we celebrate His birthday and his service to Our Great State of Noxus, Forever Strong!" Draven Finishes off his drink and claps for his brother as the rest of the crowd joins in. "Now then Draven needs another drink and a beautiful woman on his arm, LETS PARTY!" He says jumping off the table and Hugging his brother. ""Not what you expected eh?" he says to Darius.

Color rises, unbidden, to Sonder's cheeks as she stands- while she hadn't expected subtle innuendo, such blatant imagery wasn't on the list of things she'd anticipated, either.

"I'll- I'll go mingle with the party guests, then," she answers, feeling unusually flustered. This was only partially due to his bluntness; the rest was concern at his answer. She'd hoped that maybe he'd get the idea- it was a bald-faced lie, after all- but perhaps that would have been more troublesome than a simple execution, after all.



Surprise in her face as Draven pulls her into the dance, Rose shrugs, and joins him- but when the servant comes, she takes the opportunity to slip into the crowd. How am I going to find a look-alike...? I've made myself pretty distinctive, as is. Maybe I can find a good illusionist?

Draven's speech interrupts her- and it moves her somewhat, as well. Having never had a brother or sister to take care of her, it's a touching story, however flamboyantly it was delivered. Sonder applauds with the rest of the guests, before slipping away, nearer to the concession table. If she can get out of the house before the party's over, then maybe there won't be an issue. The Executioner would probably spread the information on his own.