"This is posh," she says, and she opens those gold doors and walks in like she owns the place. Not that anyone even really notices her, but it's the principle of the matter.
Every table in the sleek restaurant is filled with parties of people wearing outfits worth more than what any of the bartenders who've served them make per year. Since the maître d' is occupied at his stand when they walk in, Ingress just keeps going. There's a large private room towards the back that has tasteful signs marking it as the "Royal Heritage Trust Annual Fête", and hey, Ingress loves a party.
Ingress and Wei Wuxian swan into the private fundraising event like they belong there.
"Ooh, champagne," she says, lifting two flutes off the tray of a server in a tuxedo. "You have to try champagne."
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Date: 2020-10-05 01:25 am (UTC)Every table in the sleek restaurant is filled with parties of people wearing outfits worth more than what any of the bartenders who've served them make per year. Since the maître d' is occupied at his stand when they walk in, Ingress just keeps going. There's a large private room towards the back that has tasteful signs marking it as the "Royal Heritage Trust Annual Fête", and hey, Ingress loves a party.
Ingress and Wei Wuxian swan into the private fundraising event like they belong there.
"Ooh, champagne," she says, lifting two flutes off the tray of a server in a tuxedo. "You have to try champagne."