[thd] oh, oh heaven knows... [eva]

... we belong way down below.

Darren was smiling as he tossed bits of paper napkin into the hood of a witches cloak a few seats away from him with his other hand wrapped possessively around Eva's neck. They fell into her cloak silently and with each addition Darren felt like this night was less and less of a waste. If it wasn't the the obscenely rich marks in attendance there was no way in hell Darren would of attended this birthday party. He'd gotten the assignment from the job board at headquarters and it seemed like something he would be good at. There was a champagne fountain, floating chandeliers, and everyone was wearing expensive jewelry. Despite his wickedly expensive striped suit Darren still felt like he stuck out front the crowd. Maybe his nose wasn't far enough in the air. Someone was clinking a glass and trying to garner attention but Darren was way more preoccupied with Eva's cleavage.

He nudged her, partially because he was about to speak, but mostly so her chest would bounce a little. "Check out the rocks on that one." He murmured into her neck before nodding toward the old witch across the room dressed to the nines in a purple gown and matching cloak. He fell easily into the weird routine the two of them had come up with over the past few weeks. They'd been spending more and more time together and Darren had found himself growing accustomed to her. Not in a 'I want to marry you and have fat children with you' kind of way but more of a 'You should come over tonight and go no where else' kind of way.

"You want a drink?" He asked her, completely ignoring the speech a red headed wizard up front was given but keeping his voice low enough to not bring attention upon them. After all he still had a job to do tonight and anonymity was kind of a big part of it.

@Eva

Eva's hair was temporarily dyed a pale blonde for tonight's event. She was dressed elegantly in one of the dresses Torr's cousin had made and let her keep after she modelled for her store. She looked like she belonged in a place like this, but she'd never reveal to Darren that in some ways, she did. He hadn't seemed perturbed when he'd asked what her last name was and she'd shut him up by kissing him. He got the hint and obviously wasn't as interested in her last name as he was in almost anything else about her. She'd never tell anyone that she once came from a family that held events as extravagant and opulent as this one.

The blonde woman shivered a little as he spoke into her neck. The night was extravagant and lots of people were covered in diamonds, yes, but his lips were on her neck and they were far more interesting to Eva than any of the rest of it. A part of her wanted to try to convince him away for the night. She could think of a thousand things she'd rather be doing with him than this. The image of them wrapped in up in his sheets and nothing else sprung to mind, before being replaced with the far more accessible cloak room nearby.

Perhaps it was just the fact that her hair was blonde and she'd ditched her usual ripped fishnet stockings and boots and replaced them with high heels and sparkly jewellry. It didn't feel right, and made her think about times she'd rather forget. Without saying anything, Eva shifted slightly so that the bare skin of her long leg brushed against his slightly. When she'd gotten dressed for this evening, Eva had gotten the impression that he hadn't been a huge fan of the heels that had her standing taller than him, but that he'd liked the fact that her legs looked even longer than they already were.

It was the way she replied to his questions without ever really replying that had Darren always wanting more from her. His dark eyes fell on long and impossibly sexy legs before his hand did. He gripped her leg above the knee, applying just enough pressure before his fingers traced their way up toward her slowly. Drawing an intricate little pattern with his finger tips he waited until he had just barely reached her inner thigh before stopping abruptly and standing up. This time he didn't ask what she wanted instead he just walked away. It wasn't very polite, and especially not very gentlemen like, but he had a feeling she wasn't exactly looking for a knight in shining armor. Even if he did look especially dapper in his unusually expensive robes.

Darren moved away from the ballroom and down the corridor toward where everyone had checked in. Silently he waited for her next to the empty desk and leaned up against the counter. The hallway outside of the banquet room was quiet and basically empty aside from a couple of waitresses gathering up the next round of hors d'oeuvres. He pulled her toward him when she exited the ballroom and left little room between the two of them. Kissing her passionately he used their public display as a distraction as one hand found his way to her backside and the other opened a box hidden on the counter behind him to pull out a key.

He was quick with his hands and before any of the attendants had noticed both of them were back on her, where they really had wanted to be. She might of sensed what he was doing, or at least that not all of his attention had been on her, but he had moved to remedy that. He knew bringing her was a good idea but this was working out even better than he had thought it would. The key was only step one though, next they had to get into the room it unlocked.

Which, by wonderful coincidence, just so happened to be next to the coat room.