Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
EUFORNIS MAJOR
Wearing : X / Gear : X | X | X | X
Interacting With :
Myra Arceneau Dashiell
,
Noah Corek Jr.
,
Jahzra Rocvard
EMBER
“You know, we haven't done the entire double-date night thing since we went out with the Paquins. Come to think of it, I don't even really know that many couples our ages.”
Most of their fellow corporate compatriots seemed to be older and divorced. Or slightly older than the pair and singularly focused on the business and power. Makai had a turtle approach - slow and steady won the race. He was building a dynasty with his family, not a short term credit-maker.
Stepping out of the speeders backseat, Makai stopped to hold out his hand to assist his wife out.
“Last time I saw Junior he was trying to talk up this woman at a museum benefit. Did not go well. Painful from the sidelines. My wingman skills are not what they used to be.”
Their fingers intertwined, Makai maneuvered them to the door, opened by an attendant.
They entered a well appointed lobby and he looked about for Junior. No point in looking for the woman when he has zero idea what he was looking for.
Light music echoed through the space, just behind the sounds of the patrons. Since they were waiting, Makai turned his attention to his wife.
“You look great.” He paused, offering a boyish smile. “Also look at us. No kids and we are out past eight in the evening.”