49 Zi'da 717
Observation was the key part of any good host. Observe your guests, figure out what they want collectively, and deliver. Oliver had learned that lesson from his father when he was younger. Manu's seductive Biqaj charm lent to a special way to get people to tell him what they wanted, and always tried his hardest to deliver. Oliver, though, only had his wits and preparations. Looking out over the crowd, he noticed some without drinks of any sort. Nodding at Bria, he angled his head, and off she shot. Smiling, Oliver's eyes danced through the throngs of people, converging and diverging, before landing on the blonde, a glass mostly-full in her hand. From the looks of it, it wasn't her first, nor would it stay long.
Slipping from his roost, Oliver made his way towards the woman, a Burhan daughter by the name of Valeria. Wracking his brain to remember anything about her, the charismatic host stopped just short of her, circling around her to enter her view. As he did so, he catalogued everything he saw, from the perfectness of her blond hair to the shape of her dress. She had tried hard to impress here, and she was very obviously succeeding. Putting on an immaculate grin, Oliver approached her in his white suit, running a hand through trained hair.
"Lady Valeria, yes? Welcome to Notrerevé, I am so glad you could make it. I know the travel from Burhan is not always an easy one, especially at this time of the arc." He smiled politely, offering a strong hand to take hers. In his right hand, the glass of whiskey shook slightly. Looking around, Oliver spotted Bria and nodded, watching the girl dart deftly between guests.
"You look ravishing, my lady." He smiled, noting comfortably the lengths it appeared she went to so as to appear as such. Taking another sip of his whisky, he joined her side, surveying the crowd. "Is there a man here lucky enough to be accompanying you?" Oliver asked, looking back at her with raised eyebrows.
From across the room, he spotted the starkness of Charlotte's red dress against the monotones of white and black. A smile crept onto his lips, but he suppressed it. Turning back to Valeria, the Venoran lord flattened his suit, smoothing out a wrinkle he'd gained from sitting a few bits prior. Taking another sip of his whisky, he smiled at her. It was a nice trial to make new friends.
Slipping from his roost, Oliver made his way towards the woman, a Burhan daughter by the name of Valeria. Wracking his brain to remember anything about her, the charismatic host stopped just short of her, circling around her to enter her view. As he did so, he catalogued everything he saw, from the perfectness of her blond hair to the shape of her dress. She had tried hard to impress here, and she was very obviously succeeding. Putting on an immaculate grin, Oliver approached her in his white suit, running a hand through trained hair.
"Lady Valeria, yes? Welcome to Notrerevé, I am so glad you could make it. I know the travel from Burhan is not always an easy one, especially at this time of the arc." He smiled politely, offering a strong hand to take hers. In his right hand, the glass of whiskey shook slightly. Looking around, Oliver spotted Bria and nodded, watching the girl dart deftly between guests.
"You look ravishing, my lady." He smiled, noting comfortably the lengths it appeared she went to so as to appear as such. Taking another sip of his whisky, he joined her side, surveying the crowd. "Is there a man here lucky enough to be accompanying you?" Oliver asked, looking back at her with raised eyebrows.
From across the room, he spotted the starkness of Charlotte's red dress against the monotones of white and black. A smile crept onto his lips, but he suppressed it. Turning back to Valeria, the Venoran lord flattened his suit, smoothing out a wrinkle he'd gained from sitting a few bits prior. Taking another sip of his whisky, he smiled at her. It was a nice trial to make new friends.