tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When; Jan. 26 (night)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Open
Summary; The Inauguration Affair for the Co-Wardens blasts off with a sabering of the champagne.
Log;

[ooc: Open log for any chars who wish to attend, label threads as you wish as necessary. Let's try to keep physical confrontations at a minimum since the Police Force and Palace Staff will be providing security. Food and drink and entertainment provided! The announcement says midnight but obviously interaction can extend beyond that (backlogged, forelogged, and inbetween ♥)]

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It was only because he caught a flash of blonde hair in his side-vision that he noticed her before elsewhere, coupled with the eye-patch. She looked surprised, and Budd had to try not to turn up the corner of his mouth at it. He looked at her with a serious expression for a moment, mostly just to indicate that she'd been caught looking, drained what was left of his glass, "Hey, honeybunches," smiling now.

Elle moved well and unhurried in heels. Her silvery dress wasn't completely conspicuous, a bit out of the ordinary maybe. Hell, she was surprised to see him this way. "Howdy, sugar. Drinking on the job?"

Huh. Girl hadn't even rolled her eyes. It seemed the evening ordered up a dressed-to-kill and conversational Elle Driver, and Budd determined that he was perfectly capable of dealing with that. He habitually pushed his hair back, again surprised by the lack of most of it, guiltlessly looked her up and down, "It's a party; I can get away with it this time."

She was in too much shock. Concealed shock is shock nonetheless. "I knew you had to get a suit. It's mandatory. This much though? When does your date get here?"

He might've managed surprise, at least. Good. Given that it was Elle, any reason that wasn't boisterous laughter or murder was probably something to be proud of. A date, though.. A haircut don't do that for you. Now she was probably dipping unto making fun of him, "Ain't 'Bring A Date to Work Day,' Elle?" But he could still drink. Go figure, huh?

Making fun of Budd was relatively safe territory however potentially dangerous it was for either of them. Habitually or willingly, Elle couldn't figure which, she headed in that direction.

"Just a haircut for haircut sake, huh?"

"Didn't match the suit," the Sidewinder said casually. Shouldn't be a big deal, should it? Nope. He guessed that way, anyhow. "That bad?"

"Hmm." Blue eye alone could see that it was a simple job. It was too fucking long to begin with. Even a bit was noticeable. "I've seen you with better. And it's sure as hell been worse."

Elle leaned closer ever so slightly. And what happened here? "Forget something?" She flicked his earlobe.

Budd's own eyes scanned over the crowd as she passed judgement, checking for any trouble. Of course, Elle knew how to judge this against cuts that he'd had before; he didn't know if Bill could say so as accurately, actually.

He barely noticed her lean, but eyes snapped to her at the touch to his ear, "Guess I did, yeah."

That one ring was there for how long? Budd won a mocking smile from her and she flicked his ear again. "Did you lose it? Or did the woman who gave you the trim collect a tip?"

The California Mountain Snake laughed at the thought. Here was Budd, plain scrub alkie piece of shit...was he actually out to improve?

He turned his head to look more directly at her, if only to get her fingers away from his ear. "If the she did, she's outta' luck. Thing ain't worth shit."

Ooh, look! Cleavage! She was close enough so that glancing down required obvious movement, but that didn't matter a bit, "Tits look nice in the dress." Caustic comments might distract her from his attempt to clean up a bit. Plus, a little truth never hurt anyone, "Turn around?"

Her hand moved away and came to rest on her hip. "You'll lose that hole in your head without it."

Shithead can't ever be civil. Then again, Elle was beginning to think that maybe she wasn't meant to often either. "No surprise there. They look nice in general." Turn around? "You've seen me in a dress before." With no intended enjoyment or extra flare, she turned in a circle briefly. "Cleaning up comes naturally for some people."

The dress did good for her ass, too, but he didn't say that. There was probably only so far he could go without getting a kick to the shin or nethers or wherever Elle liked kicking these days. Even with this thought right out of his head, though, he smirked and responded to the slight boast with, "Makes the dirtyin' down all the better, I figure."

Elle wasn't stupid. Of course he was looking at her ass. Looking's fine, it made her skin crawl a little but fine. Not again. He knew that.

"Psh, maybe you're on the ups because you've hit the low mark of filth. It's all uphill now."

He was able to pick another glass off of a passing server, drank and pressed his lips together. Finally nipped back, huh? Budd shrugged it off, drinking again, "All part of a complicated ten-step program, ya' know."

"Ten? You skipping a few? Last I heard there were twelve to that program."

She got a glass of her own. "If you're going to tell stories make em believable, baby."

"Caught me," he admitted flatly, "Damn, and here I was tryin' to look like a decently tryin' guy." After a moment and another swallow, he shrugged again, eyebrows raising slightly as he looked back to her again, "I'll make it up to you. What you wanna' know about? I'll make it believeable."

He did the dumbest things, and it made her smile. Elle tapped the side of her glass. It didn't take long to decide.

"How's your personal life been, sweetheart? You must be so busy."

"Nope," he said it like it should've been obvious, and she must've known that much. More likely she wanted to rub it in than she was curious, "I work, deal with a fuckwithem day now and then, get my fuckin' sleep." Bill was probably the only person he saw even semi-regularly, and that was becoming spaced farther apart with the gradual change in company from himself to the very woman he was talking to. Go figure. "Converse every now and then, but what the fuck do I care about any of these assholes?"

Another sip. "That's pretty fucking believable. Kudos." You can dress him up, but there still was a long, long way to go she thought with no sympathy.

He must have figured out already that Bill wasn't here. Security and all that. "I bet you miss Gogo."

He smiled dryly and drank to it, "Shoot, Elle, and here you'd almost let me forget about that little incident."

"Oh," she even lightly batted her meticulously dolled up eye, "I wasn't aware you wanted to forget."

Budd almost snorted, turning up another smirk, "It's just that she never called again." His tone was light again, of course, and he took another good drink, "Devastatin'."

"Positively tragic." Deadpan. "It was curse induced, what can you expect?"

Secretly, she hoped that that one day they had together cursed drifted into that area of things where shit they don't discuss goes with other topics go. Elle didn't feel like punching him in the face at the moment.

"Not a lot," he concluded, just as flat, because there were similar cases in which just as little had happened. Budd didn't have a lot left for conversation, small talk, because he sure as hell wasn't going to ask about her social life like some friendly neighbor. He didn't care about her inner posse and he didn't want to hear about any Bill-centered creepin'.

He attemted to recover from the lull before it got stupid with, "Good time, so far?"

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