The Donna casually shrugged before stubbing out her cigarra on the armrest. In-doing-so, she leaned forward slightly - tilting her head toward Malcoma to answer:
"It seems we have a special guest, this evening. Stephen informed me that a Senator with the Alliance is visiting... apparently, he's a lover of the arts." Her eyebrows flexed upward, and she shot the Headmistress a wink.
"I hope he appreciates a little gift... greasing the wheels for Mairead's benefit, you could say."
The Donna reached out, patting Malcoma's knee gently - a gesture of friendship.
"What-say we find our dear Mairead, and congratulate her on a job-well-done, hmm?"
"Be advised," Stephen spoke quietly into the microphone clipped to his collar,
"Mother & Little-Sister are on-the move."
"Affirm." The response was short, clipped, and direct.
From his vantage point, the older man could see everything. After delivering The Donna's message to the appropriate staff, Rohr had returned to the event - stationing himself at a good vantage point where he could overlook the stage, the open bar, and the stairs leading up to the private booths. Dressed as he was, he could easily blend in with the crowd - appearing to be just another human visitor or business-man out to take in the sights... but he was none of these things.
He was an Alpha among wolves. A hardened killer; wizened with age, having outlasted many who came before to rise to the top of the game. In his dark blue suit, he faded into the background - just as one in his profession was expected to do. He was one of the few in the building allowed to remain armed, which he was... though in his experience, weapons were meant to be felt, not seen. His job was to protect The Black Oak itself... which, coincidentally, carried over to their interests & their guests. If anyone threatened to disrupt the event, they would have to deal not only with Rohr himself, but with over a dozen heavily-armed, professional criminals milling about the building.
As The Donna &
Malcoma Hesse
rose from their chairs, Stephen was shifting his focus, preparing to move with them, when he was suddenly (and subtly) approached by one of the Event staff. In a hushed whisper, it was communicated to him that an individual had approached the bar openly wearing a weapon. This drew Rohr's attention immediately, as while open carrying of weapons was not banned by either CorpSec or the Corporate Authority, this was - after all - a social affair, and one with a large number of extremely wealthy & affluent guests.
Stephen indicated he'd handle it, then faded into the crowd - taking a slow, circuitous route toward the brightly-lit, stylish bar toward the back of the room opposite the stage.
Immediately, he spotted the man in-question - wearing, of all things, a Military-issue Imperial Helmet. Even from his vantage point, his practiced gaze caught the clear sight of the holstered blaster at the visitor's hip. Stephen's own blaster, a compact (yet extremely powerful) Fiora-produced
FDS-4F rode comfortably in a shoulder holster, which was hidden by his suit-coat. Aside from the earpiece present in Stephen's left ear, there would be absolutely nothing to indicate he was anything but another visitor to the party...
So, Rohr did the natural thing, and approached the bar.
Varos Dajaay
would notice an older human male, just over two meters tall & dressed in a dark blue suit, approach the bar and take up a position directly beside him. On the older man's wrist, he sported a beautiful gold wrist-chron. The man was clean-shaven, sporting a head of gray hair which, contrary to its color, looked impressively healthy.
The older gentleman held up one finger to one of the bartenders, who delivered him a glass of amber-colored liquor almost immediately. With a charismatic smile, this older man glanced toward Varos - still not yet knowing his name - and addressed him thus:
"Unusual thing to see, on Denon; a stormtrooper helmet." Rohr's voice was measured with a hint of humor.
"If you're here to model it, I'm afraid the dressing rooms are back-stage."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Together, The Donna & the lovely Ms.
Malcoma Hesse
departed from their seats under the watchful eye of no-less than three of the Black Oak's Security Detail - weaving through the crowd in a slow, meandering journey to locate
Mairéad Solus
. In-passing, Ivory herself gave a five-fingered wave in
Yu Karloo &
Xiann Sivron
's direction, indicating she'd seen them... but was clearly a woman on a mission.
A Boss's work was never done.
Eventually, the pair found Mairead herself, along with
Marcella Fiora
, conversing briefly.
"What a pleasant surprise." Ivory said as she approached, greeting both of her leaders. She had to raise her voice somewhat to be heard. With a bright smile, Ivory leaned in, kissing Mairead on both her cheeks; squeezing her arm, before bringing her lips to the young woman's ear. The briefest whispered message was passed along... before The Donna turned her attention toward Marcella, and repeated the greeting.
Lucia Naberrie
, got the best dress, a dark purple number with lace-up boots. But Miri didn't hate the clothes she was wearing, even if the conservative cut of the fabric and the pearl necklace around her neck made her feel a little like a grandma.
