Costume Party in Honor of Lex Luthor's Birthday [OPEN]

[defenestration]

As stated on the invitation, Adrian is throwing a costume party to celebrate Lex's twenty-fifth birthday at the Luthor-Veidt Building in Brock Marsh. Everyone is welcome, whether they know Lex or not. There's plenty of food and free alcohol (mostly wine, fancy beer, and champagne), music and a space for dancing, and room to mingle and make new friends. Some simple and classy decorations, purple of course, have been put up on the first and second floors to create a festive atmosphere.

(A note to those who might try to take the opportunity to go snooping: security is insanely tight. The elevators will not go beyond the first and second floors without a special code, and there's an elevator operator who is very obviously there to make sure you don't try anything funny. The stairwells are likewise under guard and the private areas of the first floor are locked and under camera surveillance.)



[ooc: Please wait until a few threads are set up before tagging! Party time! Everyone is welcome!

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[gotbottle]

She doesn't mind the initial hesitation, seriously. She knows she pretty much tackles people at will--people just need to be hugged, sometimes, dammit, and if they're a little taken aback, they'll live. They usually come around after a second or two anyway, just like he did.

"I was afraid I'd put someone's eye out with either one," she replies, a mock confession. "Also it's hard to hold a drink and a pitchfork at the same time."

She raises a hand to hold out a small box. "Here. This is for you." Inside are a tasteful pair of cufflinks, burnished metal. Tucked in the box is a card for the shop where Gabriel Gray works making tiny things by hand out of antique metal; this is some of his work, here.

[patricide]

"Well, I'm sure we could find some kind of solution for the tail," he says with a slight tilt of the head, accepting the gift.

Lex hasn't been opening his gifts straight away as a general rule. Most of the gifts had been taken by Aimery and carefully tucked away for safekeeping to be opened later. A good friend giving him a gift personally was something different.

He opens the box and grins widely, Rachel has certainly pegged his taste. "These are beautiful, thank you. Though from someone who has such great taste I shouldn't be surprised. I imagine you're turning quite a few heads with that dress."

[gotbottle]

Her gaze drops, the color rising in her cheeks a few degrees under his praise. "I had a lot of help," she demurs, "from the dressmaker." She looks up at him, shrugging. "And I haven't noticed any heads turning. But thank you--that's kind of you to say."

She glances down at the box and her smile widens; she's delighted that he likes the gift. She'd figured those were to his taste. "I'm glad you like them. You're welcome."

[patricide]

About the subject of head turning: "That's because you aren't looking, but trust me." His look turns conspiratorial. "Let me know if you start breaking too many hearts and need someone to chase them away with a stick."

He then takes a look at the card. "How did you find this Mr. Gray? Is he a friend of yours?"

[gotbottle]

She shakes her head, protesting, even as the color rises further in her cheeks. "Stop," she says good-naturedly. "And Gabriel's... an acquaintance, I guess? One of the people who answered one of my network calls. I remembered that he told me he made things. He was looking for antique metal recently and I asked what he could do with it." She gestures at the tiny box. "There you have it."

[defenestration]

Adrian has been keeping an eye on Lex throughout a good portion of the party. That isn't to say he hasn't been making his rounds as host or anything, but inevitably those rounds eventually end up back where he can see the guest of honor.

Which is why he suddenly appears now, behind Rachel but slightly off to one side (although perhaps a little closer to her personal space than someone who's trying to avoid being intimidating would choose). "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Mr. Luthor," he says in a cool, even tone.

[patricide]

When Adrian gets into Rachel's personal space Lex briefly raises his eyebrows to the man as if asking if that is really necessary. The look passes briefly, as Lex doesn't want to make a scene and he replies just as evenly. "You're not at all, Mr. Veidt. I was just talking to Rachel, she's a good friend of mine."

He then turns his attention to Rachel. Someone has to be a pleasant representative of this house and make introductions. "Rachel Conway, Adrian Veidt."

[gotbottle]

Rachel turns--mildly surprised by how close Adrian stands, but she takes it in stride, offering him both a warm smile and a hand to shake.

"Mr. Veidt, it's a pleasure. Thank you for having me and the rest of the cohort here tonight; it's an incredibly generous gesture. I hope you're enjoying yourself too?"

[defenestration]

Adrian shakes her hand, and returns her smile with a perfectly cordial one of his own, although it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "A good friend?" He glances in Lex's direction. "I'm sorry Mr. Luthor hasn't had the opportunity to introduce us before."

Yes, Lex, that was a reprimand.

"I'm pleased so many people chose to accept the invitation, Miss Conway, thank you. I thought it only fitting that Mr. Luthor celebrate such a milestone properly, don't you agree?"