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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 13, 2011 20:43:45 GMT -8
Miranda Michaelson shed her coat, allowing Lou to check both his and hers. Waiting for the brown tabby they entered the ballroom together, her blue eyes scoping the room briefly. She wasn't sure she wanted to be here, and she knew the tom at her side didn't, but he was such a help being here.
"You could have begged illness, Meem." The musician murmured.
"I know, but I couldn't risk not having society here know me for another night. I need to know there's a place to come back to."
His ears flickered back a bit at that. "So you don't know if you're coming back."
"We went over this. Dad's going to need help now that Mother's gone. I'll be back sometimes maybe, but not to stay...not for a long time anyhow."
Lou nodded quietly, as he scanned for the host. Mimi really ought to be home packing instead of dragging him out into society like this.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 20:50:01 GMT -8
Mac finally made his way back to the door, where he figured he should have been all night, but the guests could mostly take care of themselves. "Hello," he said walking up to the pair that just entered with a large grin. His face muscles were going to be tired by the end of the night.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 13, 2011 21:06:06 GMT -8
Mimi offered him a smile in reply. "Good evening."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 21:07:59 GMT -8
He held out a paw. "Macavity Hollister, host of the evein'."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 13, 2011 21:12:09 GMT -8
She shook the proffered paw. "Miranda Michaelson. This is Lou Page. Thank you for having us, Mr. Hollister."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 21:16:32 GMT -8
He inclined his head, shaking her paw, considering it, and then raising it to kiss the back of it. "Joyed that you could make it," he said, and turned to Page, holding out his paw to be shaken again.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 13, 2011 21:22:46 GMT -8
Lou had watched the exchange, carefully, more studying the queen he was with than anything else. He offered Mac a cordial smile and shook his paw. "Glad to be here, sir."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 21:42:14 GMT -8
Mac let his paw drop, shoving both of them into his pockets instead. He nodded again at the pair. "And how have your New Year Eves been so far?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 13, 2011 21:53:49 GMT -8
Mimi glanced at Lou and then nodded. "Good, thank you. And yours?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 22:31:16 GMT -8
Mac shrugged. "Well, it's had it's bonuses already." Now, if a certain white queen might show up... he smashed the thought down. She wasn't coming, he could deal with it. Possibly wallow. Tomorrow. Tonight he was playing host.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 13, 2011 22:32:44 GMT -8
Mimi nodded. "Well, that's always a good thing." She glanced toward the hall. "It appears you still have more guests on their way in. We won't keep you. Have a Happy New Year, Mr. Hollister."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 13, 2011 22:41:24 GMT -8
Mac inclined his head. "Thankee. Enjoy the party, and I will of course be around for the rest of the evenin'."
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 14, 2011 7:05:08 GMT -8
Mimi bobbed what might have been a curtsy as Lou offered a slight bow before both slipped away, Mimi to mingle, Lou to avoid too much interaction with cats outside of his class.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 14, 2011 9:19:27 GMT -8
Macavity barely had time to watch them go, turning to greet the latest guests, his smile getting a little more forced with each guest. It only got worse when he noticed Smith finally slinking up from behind his desk.
Martin glanced around the room, taking stock of the guests, and turned to his employer standing in front of the door. "Well, your party seems to be doing well," he remarked.
Macavity nodded, glancing over his shoulder and back to the grey cat. "Rather," he said, and slung an arm over Martin's shoulder, looking friendly. "Oh, and Smith, I've been meanin' ta talk ta you. You see that cat over there, and that one over there?" he asked, pointing to Munkustrap and Tugger in the crowd. "Just ta make sure you are completely aware, those are my brothers and I will have a lovely new rug for my penthouse if I ever hear you've been givin' them trouble again, okay?"
Martin had tensed as soon as the other touched him, glancing over at him, his expression icy during what amounted to a threat. Lovely. "I will keep that in mind," he said, voice low.
"Excellent," Mac said with a grin that didn't reach his eyes, releasing the other cat. "Now go enjoy the party. Or, try ta."
Martin made an expression at the other that was between a grimace and a false smile, slinking into the crowd.
Again Mac turned to greet the incoming guests.
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Post by Meadowlark on Jan 14, 2011 13:51:11 GMT -8
Zachariah Cohen arrived, a bit late, but the fact that he arrived at all was something. He'd seriously considered calling and saying he'd come down with something, but didn't think that would go well and, after all, Macavity had gone to the trouble of making sure he'd have a suit he could wear. He'd stay for just a couple of minutes, but he would come. He handed his coat off, shrugging his shoulders a bit to adjust the suit jacket before approaching the entrance to the ballroom.
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