xp_logs | Warren and Monet -- Auction Buddies

In which Monet and Warren bond over how amazing they are

Silent auctions were always far from silent, Warren found in his experience. True, there was no auctioneer, per se, but the gaggles of women cooing over some jewelry, and the men congratulating themselves for writing down a larger bid than their peers was louder than an actual auction would be.

That being said, it was for charity, so he wasn't going to complain too loudly. He'd outbid several people the last he'd checked anyways.

With a glass of scotch in one hand, as was his usual in these types of gatherings, he looked around with a bored expression at the group. He should've asked Jean to come, he thought to himself. At least then he would have someone to talk to who actually had something decent to say, unlike the debutante he had invited. Her name was a season..Winter...Autumn...(Spring?) and she was incredibly clingy. He'd found himself frowning and moving her hand from his arm on numerous occasions. If it wasn't for the fact that her father was an important business partner, he wouldn't had even bothered.

And then he remembered that Jean was mad at him, for some reason or another. He still wasn’t sure exactly why. He’d replayed their conversation in his head, and Warren was fairly convinced he wasn’t skewing the information. At the end of the day, the actions of one person during a heightened situation shouldn’t be considered the pivotal point to base decisions off of.

This sudden annoyance led to him not brushing his date off the next time she touched him, and instead, he gave her the kiss she was so eagerly seeking for. It was all business anyways.

Monet scanned the room with piercing eyes. Thoughts of money, power, and general chatter were battering at her thoughts, and she pulled her shields tighter in response. She turned, looking about the room for someone decent to talk to. She had, of course, done her necessary rounds and spoken to people here and there about whatever gossip had cropped up. Still, she found herself growing bored. Her blue gown clung to her beautifully, and her low heels clacked lowly against the floor of the room as she moved. Her hair was pulled up in a beautiful bun, and her lips were a beautiful shade thanks to the stain she'd chosen earlier in the evening. Her eyes stopped on a head of blonde hair, a chiseled jaw, and a stunning physique. Not that there was a shortage of that here, but Monet seemed to recall this specific physique for one reason or another. She looked a bit closer and quickly realized that it was Warren Worthington III, an American that her father had spoken to her about. She moved with purpose, carefully moving past people with polite "excuse me's" as she made her way toward him. Boredom drifted off of him in waves, and Monet decided that she'd found the perfect candidate to cure her own boredom.

"Mr. Worthington! I must say that it is simply lovely to see a man of your standing at a quaint little event like this. I've heard of you on the news of course, and I've always thought it quite a shame that you and I have not had the pleasure of meeting. The beautiful elite have to stick together, wouldn't you agree?" She asked, voice just the right mixture of polite and dazzling.

Warren was taken aback by the directness of the young woman in front of him. She seemed familiar and she obviously knew who he was, although to be honest, everyone knew who he was in this crowd. And although he had to look appalled at her comment about the beautiful elite, he had to admit, he liked that. He'd remember that expression.

Spring (Winter?) glared at the young woman. "You think you can come up and talk to him, just like that? Who do you think you are?"

"Ms. St. Croix," Warren interjected smoothly, her name popping into mind. He was good with faces, and her father had sent him a picture a few weeks back asking him to keep an eye out for her. Warren reached out to place a hand on his date's shoulder reassuringly. He didn't need a scene to be started.

"So glad to see you." He reached for Monet's hand, and placed a kiss on the back of it. "Your father mentioned you'd be coming, but he didn't give me a specific date. Have you been in town long?"

Monet merely flashed both Warren and his date a smile. She could sense anger and jealousy rolling off the other woman in waves, but she hardly cared. A soft smile came to her face as the man kissed her hand.

"No, not too long. Father and I have been to New York before, of course, but perhaps you'd like me to show me to some of your favorite sights, now that I've become a more permanent resident here. That is, if you're not too busy. I know only too well how these lives of ours can consume us." Monet answered, her voice all smooth polish.

Warren found himself stifling a laugh. The more the younger woman spoke, the angrier his date was becoming.

"Oh, that they do," he commented idly, as he tried to think of a way to defuse the situation. It wouldn't do to anger either female -- both came with potentially lucrative deals. Turning to Summer (finally!) he brushed a kiss on the side of her head.

"Darling, do me a favour. I know you were eyeing that necklace earlier. Why don't you see what the bid is at and embarrass everyone soundly by outbidding them?"

The blonde perked up. "Really?" She eyed Monet warily, but the diamonds were too enticing. "But don't you go anywhere," she chided.

He raised his hands in front of him. "Wouldn't dream of it." With a sound kiss, she blended gracefully into the crowd, leaving him to Monet.

"Well. That will cost me a pretty penny, but at least we have a few minutes to talk. I do apologize for not getting in touch sooner. How are you liking it here?"

"I apologize. I certainly didn't want to offend your date. Perhaps when she returns you can tell her that I'm merely sixteen." Monet answered with a grin. "And it's perfectly alright. You are quite busy of late, I here." Monet continued with a wink. "As for my stay here in New York, it's...lovely in its own way, I suppose. Nothing like home, of course, but what is? I daresay I've met some...less than reputable characters here and there. It's rather...droll at times. But, I can't say I'm hating it quite as much as I thought I would." She finished, taking a sip of the soda in her hand.

He brushed her off. "Don't worry about it. She's a ...particular kind of person." As most socialites were, he thought to himself. At least by the end of the evening, she'd hopefully either be bored with him, or thrilled about the diamonds. Either way, he'd enjoy himself, and he could always find someone to take her out at a later date. It wasn't worth the headache to be with her. "Your age isn't even a factor for her. You're prettier and that's all that mattered." Her unique look probably helped as well.

Warren peered over to Summer, who was giggling away with some friends. All of them looked the same: blonde hair, blue eyes, blue blood...boring.

"Where exactly are you staying? Is it on the island? We shall have to arrange an outing at times. It can be rather lonely in a new place, although, 'undesirables' can be rather interesting at times."

"I'm staying at a privately owned mansion in Westchester. Perhaps you've heard of it? Xavier's School for the Gifted? It's a school that supposedly only admits those with particular talents, although I've yet to see much evidence of that, if you ask me." She answered. "And yes, I'd love an outing. I'll give you my contact information while your date is distracted. Best not to anger her further, even though I might be a bit fun." She finished. She fished into her ever so stylish bag and pulled out a phone wrapped in a bejeweled case before handing it over to him.

Warren stared at her, completely speechless as he took her phone. No. This couldn't be right. Could it? His first thougth was that she didn't look like a mutant, but then again neither did he. That being said, Adrienne wasn't a mutant and she attended Xavier's. Or maybe she was lying about that?

"Xavier's?" He furrowed his brows at her. "As in Professor Xavier?" Warren asked cautiously. He didn't know this girl very well, but it seemed to him that Xavier was careful as to who he admitted to his school. Entering his contact information, he handed the phone back.

He wouldn't be making any declarations this evening. "Well, lucky for you that I know who that is, so that will make it convenient when I pick you up for an outing. You'll find New York a mecca of culture. Opera, ballet, theatre, symphonies..." He ticked the places off on his fingers. "Let me know what you'd like to experience, and I'll do my best to arrange it."

"You know of it? Excellent. Yes, Professor Xavier was the one who spoke to my father about my attending the school, though I've only spoken to him briefly. I would love to attend the ballet. Perhaps you could also recommend some American cuisine. I've heard that New York is simply full of good food, I just have yet to find any." She answered with a grin. She was tempted, very tempted, to take a peak into this man's mind. There was something about the way he spoke, the way that he'd asked about Xavier's that had caught her interest. Still, she couldn't exactly go opening her mind to his thoughts without exposing herself to everyone else's. As much as she hated to admit it, she just wasn't that practiced yet.

"There's plenty in town," he said with a smile. He loved going and trying out new restaurants. Food was something he enjoyed thoroughly. "Allow me a few days to arrange something. If it takes more than a week, I apologize. I mentioned to your father I would keep an eye out for you, so I'm thankful you approached me." Before he could say anything, he heard a squeal which left him squinting against the noise.

"Warren, I got them!" Summer held the jewelry above her head in such a way that he was reminded of a headhunting tribe, preening over their prey.

He gave her a forced smile and waved. "Lovely, darling," he called out. Returning his attention to Monet, he sighed and rolled his eyes. Summer would no doubt demand attention now, even though that was the whole point behind the diamonds. "Right, well I have to get back to my date before she spends all of my money. It was nice speaking with you, Ms. St. Croix. Until the next time."

"It was lovely chatting with you as well, Warren. I'll definitely take you up on your offer. Have a lovely time with your date. Perhaps she'll be more pleasant now that she knows I didn't steal you." Monet replied with a wink, before turning gracefully on her heel and sashaying away. 'I'll simply have to tell mother. She didn't think I'd make any friends right away. I guess I showed her.' She thought.