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Chariots of Fire Are On Their Way
The American Museum of Natural History was set ablaze with lights and the mingling scents of exotic flowers perfumed the cool evening air. Brooke Wyngarde had put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into arranging for this soirée, and she was going to be damned if anyone was going to ruin it for her. After all, this was to welcome Stephanie Shaw da Silva and Marcelo Alencar da Silva back to Manhattan and, most importantly, receive them as a newly wedded couple.
Thus, Brooke had pulled out all the stops. Everyone who was anyone who knew the Shaws or the da Silvas had been invited (though Brooke had also dutifully chopped some of the more unsavory names off of her list). The food was a delightful blend of American-Brazilian-Spanish fusion. The cocktails were some of the most popular ones from Brazil, and only the finest Spanish wines were served. The music was live, big band-style stuff, because this was not some hideous high school Kiss on the Lips party.
Brooke herself, being the hostess of the event, may have gone just a tad bit overglam when it came to her look for the night, but then she was certain that she was going to be gracing many a society page the next morning.
She needed to look great, and she certainly did as she stood next to the entrance of the Arthur Ross Terrace, receiving guests for the cocktail hour which would precede that night's dinner, directing them towards the guest sign-in book, the gift table, and everything else.
She hoped, she prayed, that everything that night went off without a hitch.
After all, the supervillains only crash the weddings of the A-List superheroes, right?
Thus, Brooke had pulled out all the stops. Everyone who was anyone who knew the Shaws or the da Silvas had been invited (though Brooke had also dutifully chopped some of the more unsavory names off of her list). The food was a delightful blend of American-Brazilian-Spanish fusion. The cocktails were some of the most popular ones from Brazil, and only the finest Spanish wines were served. The music was live, big band-style stuff, because this was not some hideous high school Kiss on the Lips party.
Brooke herself, being the hostess of the event, may have gone just a tad bit overglam when it came to her look for the night, but then she was certain that she was going to be gracing many a society page the next morning.
She needed to look great, and she certainly did as she stood next to the entrance of the Arthur Ross Terrace, receiving guests for the cocktail hour which would precede that night's dinner, directing them towards the guest sign-in book, the gift table, and everything else.
She hoped, she prayed, that everything that night went off without a hitch.
After all, the supervillains only crash the weddings of the A-List superheroes, right?
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"Third date?" He raised an eyebrow as he grabbed bottles.
"Bar's quiet except for thirsty guests."
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"Sharp-shot in position. Do they have deviled eggs? I love deviled eggs." he joked as he kept an eye on the people coming and going.
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"This is business. Attention away from baubles and on people. Let's hope it stays quiet. Food will be provided when the guests get seated for dinner. I'll put in a request for deviled eggs on the roof."
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But, ewww, what...?
"Deviled eggs?" Hana repeated in disbelief. "Deviled eggs are Satan's boogers, Quinn. Don't eat Satan's boogers, Quinn."
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"I'm sure our esteemed boss won't mind if I steal some of those, right?"
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He finished up one order and moved onto the next. He glanced over the room as he pulled out bottles to make the drinks.
"Well, looks like the roof guy gets two more portions of deviled eggs besides his own."
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She'd fit right in.
He missed her but he contented himself with the idea of taking her to dinner at someplace fancy in the near future.
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"Take some crab cakes if you want. Quinn will have his Deviled boog-eggs. Any people pinging as suspicious? Outside of Felicity, of course."
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"But no, nothing suspicious here. At least, nothing that I can see." Felicity's eyes swept over the crowd. "Although there's a woman here who very wrongly is under the impression that she's wearing real freshwater pearls."
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"I'm gonna give the main room another circuit and then take a spin around the ballroom. See how things look in there."
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"She may pass out under a ficus at this rate though."
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"Yo. They got any of them little melon balls wit' the ham wrapped around them in there? I like those."
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"I want some of those, too."
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She wondered how he felt about monster trucks.
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"Who's closest?" Nika tried to look through the crowd to spot the woman. And possibly wished she had a gun to shoot her in the head.
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Personally, she didn't see the same appeal of the woman that Felicity seemed to, but then again, Hana's tastes ran toward dark and muscular.
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Gina yawned and cracked her neck. Whoever was closest, it wasn't her.
"Maybe beer pong later? Whaddaya think?"
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"Felicity's our eyes on the situation. Lisa's figuring out who moved our cameras." Not that either of the Wild Pack leaders had a hunch about the magic that had been used. "Quinn, stay ready but try not to shoot into a crowded room. Hana, prep to move through shadows on Felicity's word. Aiden, contact your person to ask for help. Fin and Gina, keep the outside secure while we handle this."
She paused. "People of age can play beer pong at the embassy later if they so desire."