elizabeth f. fortescue (ringmybell) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-10-29 20:32:00

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adelaide jordan, augustus borgin, bess fawcett, chester scabior, drystan fawcett, elizabeth fortescue, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, euan abercrombie, franziska dolohov, gabriel corner, group, hannah wood, jonas ackerly, kobe ackerly, lydia proudfoot, lyssandra vance, macon carmichael, noah boot, noël carmichael, odette boot, patrick vance, rachel corner, rebecca abercrombie, seth wadcock, stubby boardman

Halloween Party (for Saturday!)! Everyone!
Halloween was her favorite day of the year, outside of her birthday. And Christmas. And Valentine's Day! It was still pretty up there, considering that there were 365 days in the bloody year! Liz couldn't handle the excitement, whether it be from dressing Katie up in adorable little outfits (plural, because she simply could not pick one obnoxiously cute costume for her daughter) or doing her hair or making Ian dress up and the candy!

Ohhhh, the candy.

It was probably not a good idea to be on a full blown sugar rush when you left for a big party like this, but her fans (she had FANS!) were used to her rapid paced talk! So this should be the norm for everyone, because Liz Bell was a show stopper! The red carpet was sooo much fun, and the Bells were just sofreakinggoodlooking so why would the cameras not flash at them and sigh.

Halloween was the best ever.

"How are my buns?" she asked without looking up, unsure if she had wandered away from her husband or not. There were so many pretty costumes and lights and shiny things...it really wasn't her fault if she'd gotten lost in the crowd.

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bestzeller
2009-11-02 02:45 am UTC (link)

Hm. Dexter had been pretty spot-on with her analysis of Drystan's requests. Bess hadn't seen herself as one of those glorious, look-at-who-he's-with, girls in a long, long time. When there was a man she was interested in, she managed to turn into a flirt and behave as confident as she needed to be, but. She had not been in any sort of situation for Drystan to see her that way. Her office attire wasn't meant to be attractive, she'd been in slacks during their little tiff over the flat, and...well she supposed there was the Slug Club party...

Bess felt herself flush as she realized this man wasn't that much of a stranger, after all. He knew quite a bit about her, and she him, so...should she consider him at least a friend? Bess found herself momentarily stunned by this revelation, but quickly shook it away. Without hesitating further, Bess grasped his hand and tugged Drystan to the dance floor. What good would she be doing just standing there? The woman must be the wench that has been pestering him with the fake paternity scheme, and if it wasn't, it must be far worse than that for him to want to make sure he had a beautiful woman on his arm.

All right, it wasn't so hard to believe that he found her quite beautiful.

"Put your hand on my waist," she murmured, her eyes watching the dancers around them for a particularly vexed woman. Bess found this more than amusing now that she was fully aware of Drystan's intentions, and she planned to have her fun. Her eyes ducked down to make sure she wasn't going to step on his giant feet (this man seemed far taller now that she was nearly pressed up against him), and then she looked up, "Have you spotted her? What's she wearing?"

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brythonichero
2009-11-02 04:07 am UTC (link)

That was the thing about Bess Zeller.

She always surprised him.

Confused, but never dreaming of distracting her and perhaps inciting the rage that had yet to appear, Drystan allowed himself to be led to the dance floor, keeping his expression neutral, but he was smirking quite plainly in his mind's eye. He slid one hand smoothly around her waist, grasping her hand with the other so that he held it almost to his shoulder. How many other woman would have yelled, swatted his arm, perhaps even slapped him? How many would be offended that he escorted them to the dance under false pretenses, or was—apparently—blatantly using her to strike back at another woman?

The answer was many. How many would lead him to dance with a vixen-like smile, oozing charm, after a revelation like that?

No other name came to him beside that of the woman he was dancing with.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, casting an eye about the floor for a good candidate. Yes, Miss Zeller was quite the enigma.

"I saw her for a few moments when we came in," Drystan said, making things up as they went along. "Her costume was rather extravagant, but I couldn't make out what it was she was supposed to be." He may have slid his arm the slightest bit tighter around her waist.

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bestzeller
2009-11-02 07:22 am UTC (link)

That excited her. She was here, and moving about the party, probably waiting for a Drystan to be free for a second before swooping in like the vulture she was. Oh, Bess didn't need a description of the costume anymore, she pictured quite perfectly the whorish disguise the rabid fan girl would be wearing; she would definitely know her when she saw her. Those types of girls stuck out in the crowd in the most glaring of ways.

"You certainly seem to have a way with women," Bess commented in amusement. She could understand why, of course, he was one of the most handsome men she'd ever had the pleasure of speaking to (pleasure of seeing was more like it), but there was the simple fact that she had this incessant need to...impress him whenever they had an encounter.

Now that she was looking back at all the times they'd been together, one common factor was that she didn't want to seem inadequate of holding up her part of the conversation, to be able to keep herself on the same playing field as him. Her time at the office had been absolutely terrible, but besides that...Bess was certain he believed her to be someone that she wasn't. Or, at least, wasn't all the time.

"Is it too early for a verdict? Am I living up to your expectations?" she asked as the song slipped into a ballad.

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