Talking About the Weather (RP)

"I'm used to being 'in the red'" she merely said. She has seen Eliot treat favors like hard currency in the short time she spent in his company. And though he, and others like him, may think a debt is a 'big deal' in the supernatural world - it is only because they never had to contend with a bank trying to recover their loan. Those could be as ruthless as any Vampire Lord.

Emma bristled at the implications of Federico's words. It felt as though he was asserting that she belonged to Eliot, treating her like some sort of an object rather than an individual. Even if his intention was to avoid crossing Eliot, he should have chosen his phrasing with far greater consideration.

"Got it. ‘Shut up and look pretty’" she said with not the slightest hint of sarcasm "It was a pleasure making your acquaintance, Mr. Christobal. Miss Armitage. Enjoy the party."

She waited for them to leave her before scanning the room once again, this time trying to look for a familiar face...

Jacob decides to ignore Crowley's pun about how clever he is. Before they get into a long game of finding out what each other knows, Jacob can't help but notice that he actually does know the woman's face.

"Crowley, I know you're desperate for some social interaction, but if you ask me, I think it was risky of you to take Lady Halifax's face. Tell me, what have you done to her?" he asks. Lady Halifax was a noblewoman, well known in supernatural circles. Some said she was a vampire, but that was never proven, most people thought she was just a mortal with many contacts in every faction.

"Sure, Hali" Jacob nods, at least everyone will see him using to the famous Lady Halifax, that could surely bring him social benefits (or be a source of future issues if it turns out the real lady is in trouble).

"So, it's been long time no talk. What you've been up to?

'Some party' Emma thought with a sigh. Where was the food? The alcohol? The music and dancing? Everyone seemed so reserved and distant. Maybe that was just how the power players operated—deliberately cold, as if their superiority meant they had to maintain an air of aloofness.

She did spot Benji in the corner, deep in conversation with a vampire who looked like a corpse dug up from a grave. Tangled hair, long fingernails, and clothes that appeared little more than filthy rags, he certainly looked like the type Federico warned her about. Better not to interrupt them, because she had little doubt an 'accident' might occur if she got too close.

But she wasn’t going to stand there alone, either. She came to the party expecting to meet interesting people, and that’s just what she was going to do! Deciding to hunt someone to talk to, she shifted her eyes across the crowd, searching for someone with a more eclectic choice of attire, and a friendlier disposition.

Emma’s gaze settled on the only man standing apart from the crowd. He was an unassuming figure—short, with bugged eyes, and a bit lanky, wearing jeans, a half-tucked plaid shirt, and a bright red baseball hat. He flashed a toothy smile when their eyes met, but he exuded too much an aura of an outcast, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that being seen with him would raise eyebrows.

'Screw it' she thought. Eliot was supposed to be here, or at least have someone introduce her to the others. Huffing inwardly to herself, she straightened her shoulders and made her way toward a couple standing nearby; the handsome man in a tailored business suit, and the woman in a stunning black dress that was almost as provocative as Emma’s.

"Hi, I’m sorry to bother you" she said, adopting a slightly vulnerable demeanor, lowering her voice and biting her lip for effect "Have either of you seen Mr. Parry tonight? Eliot Parry?"