Boost DARK CONSORTIUM | ACT I. CREDITS TO FILTH [TSC & GUESTS][CORPO RP]

[Anet Raine]

Makai Dashiell
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She smirked a little at his polite refusal. Unsure if it was actual competitiveness, or just a savvy deflection of a topic he'd rather not have.

But that was not a thought she would have for long. No, Anet was busy trying to hide her presence from A'Mia. A subtle pink washed over the half-pantoran's cheeks when he asked if her ex (or ex's new lover) had just entered the room.

"No," she was quick to the draw, and calmed herself. "Nothing like that." She glanced a little over her shoulder, then looked back at her drink, voice a little lower. "Okay... maybe something a little like that." It was an easier story to sell than the truth.

Anet turned her head towards him, but kept her face turned down a little. "That was a quick read. Do I seem the type to have a soured ex-girlfriend, or are you speaking from experience as well?"

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Anet Raine | Madrona A’Mia
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"My experience is limited to being in a fraternity all four years of my university stint. By this point I know the look well. As for myself I've been happily married for half a decade, so I can't say I envy your position."

His gaze watched the ex-girlfriend in question move around the room. By this point he had a fresh whisky, clearly enjoying the turn of events away from business and to personal drama. There wasn't much entertainment in his life right now and what better way to spice up an incredibly boring evening.

"You still care for her, perhaps?" Attention went off the subject in question and back to the woman beside him. "You should tell her. Life is too short to be miserable and live with what-ifs."

A small pause.

"I can play wingman. Haven't done it in years but my skills can't be that rusty."