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Celeste was the first to draw near the VIP area whilst Aaro, Jimmy and Aurelie were stuck in the makeshift queue in front of the bar, waiting to order their drinks. As she lingered near the ropes, she'd be able to make out more of the details of Arien's company.
Arien himself was clearly the centre of attention, lounging back on one of the couches with each of his arms draped over the shoulders of a pair of effeminately handsome identical twin brothers. The auburn-haired twins wore matching outfits that wouldn't have looked out of place at a movie premiere, but with creases and undone buttons carefully scattered to give a calculatedly ruffled edge to the ensemble. Across from them sat a beautiful dark-haired young woman in a revealing half-tee, displaying diamond-studded belly-piercing glinting in the lights. She was leant forwards and laughing, her neckline leaving little about her rather ample chest to the imagination.
It seemed that the group was too embroiled in their conversation (amongst other things) for Arien's eyes to fall on Celeste. And so, she would be treated to a front row seat of Arien exchanging teasing affections with all three of his companions as they talked, but despite that it seemed that any jealousy she might have otherwise felt was ... subdued. She would find herself oddly comfortable with the boy she sought the attention of doting on others, as though it were far from a big deal. After all, it didn't mean anything, surely!
In the meantime, Inarin had himself drifted nervously towards Arien, but had found it rather difficult to fight his way through the crowd. Only after an arduous time of pushing through the shoulders of people taller than him did he finally break free, just moments before Jimmy and Aaro arrived on the scene and approached the VIP area.
Their path, however, was barred. The bald-headed man placed himself between them and the steps up to the roped off section, staring at them blankly. "VIPs only," he stated.
"Aaro!" Thankfully, it seemed that Arien had heard them over the music, and he extracted himself from the arms of the twins to saunter over to the edge of the ropes with a smile. "It's good to see you all, I'm glad you made it." Then he frowned faintly, pausing to cast his eyes around before they settled on where Celeste and Aurelie stood. "Ah! Celeste, you are here! And there I thought you'd stayed at home," he called to her with a wink. "Come on up, all of you. Your friends can join us as well, if they'd like," he gestured to Aurelie and (if she had stuck with the others) Rei.
The suited man glanced from Arien to the twins, who (with a hint of reluctance) gave a quick unified nod. Only once they had did he unhook the rope from the barrier and stand aside to allow the group to pass. Inarin couldn't help but notice the eyes on them as they ascended, and got the sense that a fair number of them were accompanied by scowls of jealousy.
"Allow me to introduce you to my companions," Arien went on, turning first to gesture at the twins, who since Arien had vacated the spot between them had repositioned themselves. Now one of them was sprawled lazily across the couch, his head resting in his brother's lap. "These lovely gentlemen are Alveré and Valère Castellane."
"A pleasure," both boys said in unison, waving from their seats.
"And this is Élisabeth Voclain. Perhaps you've met her before? She's the daughter of Donatien Voclain, the Archbishop? Twins, Élisa, these are the proselytes I was telling you about earlier."
Élisabeth rose to her feet and offered a smile to the group of new arrivals. She certainly did not look like the daughter of the Archbishop with her skin-tight jeans, glittering belly-piercing and her only-slightly-less-glittering crop-top. "Hello there," she said. After a moment, her eyes drifted across to Inarin.
"I thought I recognised the name when Arien mentioned you," she went on, "Inarin Nuvellon, yes? I believe I went to one of your family's dinner parties a few years back."
Inarin blinked, "Oh! I ... yeah, I remember you..." he trailed off slightly, thinking back to the image of the snotty and frilly-dressed preteen girl who had sniped mercilessly at him at every given opportunity over the course of the night, and trying to match it up with the busty teenager standing before him. His brain came back with an error message. "You look ... different," he added lamely.
Élisa laughed musically, "Why yes, I do, don't I? An improvement, in my books. I was a terrible brat back then, I do hope I didn't say anything too dreadful. I can't remember the evening very clearly myself."
Arien raised an eyebrow at the unexpected development, before shrugging and turning back to the couches, "Come on, take a seat everyone. Help yourself to the drinks at the VIP bar - they're all on the house. If you want a specific drink mixed, Al and Val can get one of the bartenders to come over."
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Meanwhile, out front, the 'bouncer' glanced down at the list in his hand, before nodding his head at Alysa. "Yeah, go on in," he said glumly, gesturing for her to head inside.
A few minutes after Alysa made her way inside, a large motorcycle pulled up to the side of the road a few buildings down from the warehouse. The rider - dressed in black leathers - killed the engine and set the brakes. But rather than heading for the door, he simply swung his legs off and leaned himself onto the seat before taking out his phone and starting to tap away at the buttons. Even more oddly, he kept his helmet on, which couldn't make it easy to see the screen.
