Objective 2 - Night Club
[member="Sivan"] | [member="Marina"] | [member="Malicar"]
It was hardly surprising that Vhirr’bel’laminis failed to note the approach of Marina’s suitor; In truth, Bella paid little heed nor attention toward the non-Chiss present, much less actively seek one out for recreation. It wasn’t that she was rude or hostile toward the outsiders - far from it. House Vhirr’s reputation for manners and decorum was such that they sometimes appeared cold or aloof to avoid outright insult. Bella was not exactly typical of her House in that regard, but old habits lingered in a proud lineage.
With Marina’s greeting Bella accepted the offer of joining her, settling lightly upon the offered seat, legs crossing at her ankles whilst still facing out to watch the gathering. She tilted her gaze to Marina with a smile and sipped from her glass, admiring the directors choice of outfit for the evening and noting the cut.
In so informal a place as the club it would have been stilted and awkward to keep to full names, much less the title which the Commodore bore so proudly, Bella would do for tonight.
“Please, Bella,” she offered in response, gesturing to herself, before making a circling sweep with a finger to the club itself, “Quite the improvement, don’t you think?”
“It’s about time we started celebrating our strength once again. You’re Ministry, I don’t know as much as I’d like about it, but what I have heard, pleases me.” she stated with an affirmative nod and a wide grin once more. “And I regret I don’t fell as if I know as much as I’d like about you either..”
