11-16-2018, 03:06 PM
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DMLE & DIMC
Mooncalf
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| Cole and anyone else who wants to play *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Cole Quote:
Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles Cole had never been good at these things, mixers and what not. He much preferred the company of his family and his books, but as he was a department head now. It was his duty to come and mingle.
The man hoped his blue suit and his green tie wasn’t too dressy for this occasion, with his wife gone, his daughter no longer at home, and his brother gone as well, he really had no one to ask about clothes anymore. He looked around as he entered the food court and nodded to the few people who were in there at the moment.
He supposed he should have gone to say hi, but old habits died hard and instead he moved torwards the drinks table. Perhaps with a drink or two in him, he could loosen up and enjoy this little get together, instead of dreading it and feeling lonely.
He needed a change, which was why he was here. Hopefully all this would be good for his soul and heart, and if nothing else, perhaps he would have extra work.
That always helped. It was nice to be back at work. Granted, social events were usually boring, not to mention long. But Conley was used to them. At least he wasn’t at home. Alone. He really should get a pet or something to keep him company.
Dressed in navy dress robes with a silver tie, Conley wandered slowly around the room with a glass of Burgundy in his hand. Occasionally, he’d raise it to his lips, but usually the action was mimed and he didn’t take a sip. It never did any good to loose one’s wits when at work. And frankly, Conley took the outlook that he was always at work.
The new Minister was busy mingling which was good. So far, he looked 200% better than Nickels. That being said, Conley wasn’t sure if he was willing to let his guard down yet. He had been very busy in the last couple of months dealing with the fallout from other nations regarding Nickels’ incompetencies and frankly, he never wanted to have to deal with anything like that again.
His wanderings brought him near a young man. Conley paused, sensing a kindred spirit. He seemed to be looking at the drinks table. “The Burgundy isn’t bad,” he suggested, bringing his own glass to his lips and actually taking a sip this time, as if to demonstrate his opinion of the wine.
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