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[dasgottesurteil]

He wasn't particularly antisocial, not at all. It happened to be that the people that had been invited to the Mayor's Grand Christmas ball had been a cast of dim-whited aristocrats that enjoyed talking about, literally, nothing. Their politics were obscure, their love for the "arts" was merely a false front they projected to seem intellectual, and

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[starsescapist]

Jill had come to the party all alone, unfortunately. Funny that a woman as accomplished and beautiful as Jill Valentine couldn't even procure a date.

But, there she is, here anyways. She's traded in her fatigues and badge for a iridescant blue halter gown that shows off her toned arms and small waist. It flares out at her ankles, and there's a slit running up the side. It's nothing too provocative, but enough to catch eyes. She's also wearing black shoes and a few articles of jewelry. Mostly pearls.

"Miss Valentine, drink?" The mayor's waiter says, offering Jill a flute of champagne from a circular serving platter.

"Um!" That caught her buy surprise. She'd been daydreaming. "Yes, please." And, she takes one. "...oh, what is it... 'danke'?" She says.

The waiter just rolls his eyes and wanders off.

[dasgottesurteil]

"Danke is a German term. I believe you shouldn't say that to a Spanish waiter, Valentine." Wesker's smooth voice whispered from his tongue in bits of smoke. "Not that they probably care, but since you are associated with the department and thus myself, try to look intelligent. You don't want to be considered of lower class do you?"

Of course, Wesker's voice was heavy with sarcasm, but some of the things he said were true. She was the only female in the force and she had to present herself well; that meant that the slip up would probably be more noticed than if her male counterparts had done the same thing.

"Here, have a seat."

[starsescapist]

Jill blinks a few times when Wesker talks to her, and then gets an 'oh, shit' look on her face. She smacks her forehead with her free hand and shakes her head.

"Oh, god. I can't believe I just did that." And she laughs lightly, more out of embarrassment than anything. She pauses briefly to sip at the champagne she'd just taken, and then sits down where Wesker had gestured.

"Thanks, Captain." She says as she sits and crosses her legs.

"So, who's the lucky lady to go to the party with Captain Wesker?"

[dasgottesurteil]

"I have no lucky lady this evening, Valetine. I have come because I am forced to; I wouldn't want to bother a female with such trivial matters." He smiled and placed the cigar down in the ashtray.

"You understand. But, since you asked, I would to inquire; who is the man on your arm for the evening?"