Chariots of Fire Are On Their Way

[hellfire_empath]

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? 

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[vesper_verde]

He was not used to tall, dark-haired women whispering tempting things in his ear. He was a bit out of practice with that since Stephanie was a little shorter than him. Selene's offer roused a feeling he had tamped down earlier. He squashed it again.

Rather than deal with some of the grandstanding in front and beside him, he turned to his wife.

"That sounds like a good idea, querida. I think the Ambassador from Brazil is around as well." He turned back to the people gathered there. "If you'll excuse us..."

[ngm_hellfire]

"Miss Wyngarde, lovely reception you've thrown here. Very noticeable to the elite."

Selene gave no more attention to the married couple. She had done what she had come to do. The party was theirs to do what they wanted. Stephanie showed her wisdom by walking away. It was a pity she wasn't in the hunt for a rank, the inner circle could use some levelheadedness. Darkness knew Sebastian could no longer do that.

"If that is what you consider fawning, littlest Shaw, you would find me underwhelmed by it at present. I have experienced all you have to give. I'm sure the weak-minded ones you surround yourself with find it earth-shattering. I find it rather passé. Much like your ability to ignore if you get the rank you want, you get it at your grandfather's say so. Not that you earned it. Amazing how Shinobi was better than you at getting his rank."

She made no move to go anywhere.

[hellfire_empath]

Brooke couldn't help it. An enchanted little smile graced her features. Not only the compliment to the reception - though that certainly started the smile - but the way that Selene oh-so-effortlessly and deftly handled and cut Alistaire down.

"Please, Selene, make yourself comfortable. Our attendants will take care of almost any of your needs," she said as warmly and graciously as possible. There were, of course, certain things that the staff wouldn't be able to fetch Selene - someone's soul to drink of, for instance - but most everything else would be attended to.

Her eyes shot to Alistaire and then back to Selene. "I'll leave the two of you to continue your tete-a-tete. I need to see towards the dinner preparations." She offered Selene a slightly warmer smile than she did Alistaire and stepped away.

[hellfire_child]

Alistaire meets the ancient mutant's gaze, just as cool and impassive as his own. That timeless ambition and zeal. The primal passion, kept tethered.

He smiles.

"You are as you have ever been, Selene. I take comfort in that, to be honest. After the unfortunate business with Sebastian, I wasn't sure if you'd show yourself in Manhattan again. As for the appointment of rank--" He looks at his ring. "It expedited matters I already had on track, to be honest.

And while I admit it's not much to brag about, I dealt with my father. Grandfather wasn't able to get that one to stick."

He raises a glass to her. "Enjoy the evening." He takes a step backwards before turning ninety degrees and going to mingle.