Darknites: Old Friends (Part IV) Denver - March 29, 1993 Strains of music floated through Andy's house.Darknites: Old Friends (Part IV) Denver - March 29, 1993 Strains of music floated through Andy's house. Everywhere, men and women talked animatedly or danced elegantly under the glowing chandeliers. Garett was at his social best tonight, mingling effortlessly perfectly disguising the fact that he was here solely for one person. His gaze casually wandered in the direction of the doorway while making small talk with a small, cheery grandfatherly figure who also happened to be one of the most ruthless men in the Fortune 500. He stifled a quick stab of irritation. The party was practically over. If he found out that she had suddenly caught the flu or something, he would have to seriously throttle her... And then he saw her. Not bothering to enter through the front door, she came up via the garden, walking through the open glass doors like a goddess coming to her people. Her dark hair was piled on top of her hair, a few renegade strands coming done to curl about her face. The rest of her was encased in a simple burgundy sheath, her shoulders glowing bronze under the golden light of the chandeliers. He couldn't take his eyes of her. The ruthless grandfather sent a meaningful glance towards his sweet-faced wife. Without a work to anyone, Garett walked away, straight towards the woman poised at the other end of the room. The sweet-faced wife sighed ecstatically and took her husband's hand. "Adrienne." She smiled at him, her eyes running appreciatively over him. He looked especially good tonight, civilized but with a hint of danger showing through. Like a restless panther. The analogy pleased her. She had never been one for pussy cats.. He took her hand in his and before she knew it, he had whirled her onto the dance floor. His hand rested on her lower back, not pressing down but guiding her closer towards him without her even noticing. Adrienne caught the subtle scent of him, and sighed quietly. She wanted so much to curl up against the curve of his neck and breathe that in for the rest of the night. Perhaps she should try to make some conversation... No, not tonight. She closed her eyes instead and melted into his body. |