[ She's an infrequent presence on social media as a woman who predates the rise and prevalence of it. But she receives the invitation all the same and while this is a shindig she'd fully avoid under different circumstances, she knows the birthday celebrants; and Cain, in particular, is someone with whom she shares a more storied history. So she does pass by β not for long, keeping to the fringes of the thrumming and wild party as she scans the writhing crowd for one of the men of the hour. (She knows what he's wearing from his tagged photos on Cooltalk. Shouldn't be difficult to spot.)
In the distance, surrounded by admirers, she notices the infamous Maeda boy. If she's curious, she doesn't let it get the better of her despite coming by straight from work. This isn't a business venture tonight, despite being a fascinating glimpse into how the other half lives. So she pushes on towards the balcony, intercepting a glass of whiskey along the way.
The music gives way to the white noise of a city down below, muffled bass thumping through it all. It's been cooler in the evenings lately, but the air feels crisper this high up. Peggy comes up alongside Cain without much preamble and leans her elbows on the railing, gaze out towards the skyline rather than to the young man at her side, and glass to her red lips. ]
I was wondering where you'd gone, [ she says at length, after a sip. It's the best she's had in New Amsterdam. Must be expensive. She shoots a smile at him, subdued but sincere. ] I'd feel terrible for losing you twice in a party like that.
[ Their first meeting at the Insomniac's Ball, barely a few months ago. Strange how long ago that feels now. ]
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In the distance, surrounded by admirers, she notices the infamous Maeda boy. If she's curious, she doesn't let it get the better of her despite coming by straight from work. This isn't a business venture tonight, despite being a fascinating glimpse into how the other half lives. So she pushes on towards the balcony, intercepting a glass of whiskey along the way.
The music gives way to the white noise of a city down below, muffled bass thumping through it all. It's been cooler in the evenings lately, but the air feels crisper this high up. Peggy comes up alongside Cain without much preamble and leans her elbows on the railing, gaze out towards the skyline rather than to the young man at her side, and glass to her red lips. ]
I was wondering where you'd gone, [ she says at length, after a sip. It's the best she's had in New Amsterdam. Must be expensive. She shoots a smile at him, subdued but sincere. ] I'd feel terrible for losing you twice in a party like that.
[ Their first meeting at the Insomniac's Ball, barely a few months ago. Strange how long ago that feels now. ]