 Ama!Nabs IS NAMED MINHO & Is SO Black Panther Right Now
Lyric Brantt and Hunter Bones. Those weren't names he normally wanted to hear together; however, Ian was aware that when it came to his writers they did seem to be the most eager to socialize even if they lacked certain charms some would consider appropriate for such situations. They were journalists, though, not women of society out seeking a future husband. Hoshino didn't expect any less but professional journalism from them.
"Personally, I don't understand the need for my reporters to have to go through security," grumbled Hoshino, standing up. "If you see a press pass you let them pass. How difficult can it be? They're Daily Prophet representatives not common vandals."
So, he was still miffed that his fiancé had got carded. Sue him.
"Bones!" called out Hoshino, tugging on his robes instinctively. "There is an entire row of empty seats between us. There's no need to sit so far away. Join the rest of us. Where's Brantt? Is she getting pat down by security?"
Speaking of security--there was on his press box. Ian glanced up at him briefly then at Bones. "There is nothing but truth in our paper. I'm sure Hunter only gives people what they deserve."
You know, when she wasn't writing about vacation destinations and that type of thing. Aware that perhaps his employee wanted to, perhaps, partake in some common flirtation with the unnamed man, Ian moved to sit by Emmanuelle. "Have you seen a picture of Lord Borr?" he inquired in a whisper, his lips close to one of her ears. "Or should I describe him for you? I think I can come up with convincing imagery." |