At some point in the evening, Faye slips over to the refreshment table and looks over the selection. Her nose crinkles as she decides that she'll be sticking to her spiked drink and leaving it at that.
When she turns from the table, she spots the man with the cane. She's intrigued- mostly because of that fancy ass sense of style and the way he looks... distinguished. A man who holds himself well usually has good reason to do so, after all. Putting on her sweetest smile, she approaches.]
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At some point in the evening, Faye slips over to the refreshment table and looks over the selection. Her nose crinkles as she decides that she'll be sticking to her spiked drink and leaving it at that.
When she turns from the table, she spots the man with the cane. She's intrigued- mostly because of that fancy ass sense of style and the way he looks... distinguished. A man who holds himself well usually has good reason to do so, after all. Putting on her sweetest smile, she approaches.]
I don't think we've met. Faye Chamberlain.