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WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like

There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.

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She gave a soft jump of surprise at hearing his voice suddenly speak up - her emotions distracting her to the point that she hadn't sensed his demonic energies even enter the room. However she feigned a smile at him. "Thank you, I thought the color was quite appropriate given who I work for."

She let that sink in before she took the champagne he offered her, sipping it quietly before reading over the aura he seemed to be giving off.
"Is everything alright?"

He narrowed his eyes at her but it was with amusement rather than anything negative. Both lines of conversation coincidentally (or not coincidentally, if you are Hush) had to do with the same thing, so he answered with that in mind.

"The Fallen has indicated he may make an appearance," he said with a bit of a drawl, affecting nonchalance and squashing the impulse to look over his shoulder. Because even if he wasn't there, he might be there when Balthazar looked back. "He might tell you that gold is the color of greed. But that wouldn't look nearly as nice."

She attempted to hide the amusement from her face, however the smirk was still quite evident as she watched him. Could it be that he was... intimidated? She never thought she would see such a sight from him - not for a long while, at least.

Still, the fact that he came right out and said it earned him a few respect points in her mind as she nodded, a hand lightly laying on his arm.
"The event looks spectacular, the guests appear to be having a splendid time. We will worry about him when the time comes."
Another pause before she forced an even warmer smile, "Would you like me to speak with him upon his arrival?"

"Not particularly," he answered, with as much distance as the force with which his emotions continued to roil restlessly. "He might be interested, as I mentioned you were a halfbreed."

Continuing with only a sliver of malice, even though he put his hand atop hers, "If he asks for your true name, I advise answering."

Evidently he didn't care about the success of the event itself, even though he'd put work into it and spent quite a bit of money. ... Someone else's money, anyway.

Well, that killed the moment.

She withdrew her hand, allowing her face to show her true emotions - a rather empty, cold look as she looked out onto the crowd of guests. "I would not be foolish enough to give him an alias as it is, I have already spoken to him on two separate occasions."

She gives pause, glancing up at him with a pointed look.
"To be honest, I put more fear into speaking with you than I do with him."

His laughter was genuine if a little snide, pitched loud enough to turn a few heads. He was very often amused, but he didn't actually laugh much, and certainly not like that.

"I suppose that makes sense, in a way. You're rather beneath his concern, but not beneath mine."

Balthazar seemed to take delight in being rude in the midst of all the pretty trappings, but his small curl of a smile invited challenge.

Raven found herself a little unsure of if she should laugh along with him, or be absolutely terrified - she decided on a combination of both - a strange look up at him combined with a slight smirk on her lips.

"The fact that he speaks to me with kinder words than my father ever did bodes well for me as well." a pause to sip from the champagne flute, "I have been watching his interactions, tending to keep my distance. I had been planning to speak with him tonight regardless, to get a feel for what he is actually like."

A beat, and she picked up a small set of papers that rested on a table nearby, before turning them towards him. She didn't offer them directly, just incase he was far too wrapped up in his thoughts to give a damn one way or the other.
"The list of security - they have all been stationed, given their orders."

He didn't exactly — it would be amusing if some altercation did break out, given all the heroes in the room — but he deigned to take them and look the list over, smile still in place.

"It doesn't mean anything," Balthazar advised almost absently as he read, "he is not kind. He's not like anything or anyone. He's the Fallen." Well, that was helpful, way to go. "Very well organized, thank you. May I?"

The fact he began folding the paper up to stick in his jacket pocket may be a tad infuriating. Why he bothered to ask could only be so he could do exactly as he did, which was an extraordinarily petty thing.

"I am aware, more aware than you all have given me credit for." she nearly seethed at the way he had spoken to her, but quickly corrected herself and put herself back in her place - regardless of how she felt, he was his assistant. She had to show him as much respect as she could muster.

She decided to shrug off his somewhat cold motion - he was a demon with Lucifer hanging around. She would probably be quite pissy too if she was in his position.
"They are your orders that I followed, what you do with the results is your prerogative."

"Oh, am I Castiel-ing?" He laughed again, but shortly and much more quietly. "Well, the difference is that I have my own interests in mind, while Castiel presumably has yours. Do point him out if you see him? While I'm sure I'll sense him, he may be with that other angel. The fussy one."

Apparently, Raven's poor mood put him in a better one.

"I swear at times, I wonder if you are not secretly sided with them, given the words that are spoken to me." she grimaces up at him for a moment, "But yes, for lack of a better term, you are 'Castiel-ing'."

She sighed through her nose, bringing her flute up once more but pausing short of a drink.
"Please, if I happen to see Castiel here, I will be the first to speak with him - he has no choice in the matter."

"I see." Now it was his turn to smirk. "So then I must keep close watch on you."

He offered her his arm, because he was a horrible man who found that kind of thing entertaining, i.e. seeing how far he could push her sense of obligation toward him as his assistant. Which he'd planned on doing from the start, but not exactly in this manner.

She threw an uneasy look at him, not bothering to hide the fact that it made her uncomfortable - he very well knew, the look was written all over his face.

However she exhaled, holding herself straighter as she indeed took his arm.

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