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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[hellfire_child]

Alistaire's attention was entirely fixed on Andrew now.

"For a god of war to be your father, being named Alexander is as much an expectation as a name." He smirks, teeth showing at one corner of his mouth. "What sort of god does that make you?"

[hellfire_empath]

"Fear," Brooke answered, simply, though the pride in her voice was evident. There was, of course, power in fear, and Brooke certainly believed in that power. At least, whenever she was around Alexander, she allowed herself to indulge in her darker urges.

[call_me_phobos]

He nodded to Marcelo. "I'll have my people call first thing tomorrow."

he turned his attention to Alistaire once again.

"As the lady said." Alexander said, not returning the grin.

"Does that bother you?"