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WHO: EVERYONE
WHAT: The 2009 Cervello Publishing and Media Awards.
WHERE: Namimori Cultural Center, main theater
WHEN: Sat the 21st, beginning arriving between 7PM and 8 PM
RATING: PG-whateveryouwant
WARNING(s): *insert evil character here* oh, also, Cervello

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[literarybomb]

There was too much fuss by the entrance, with all the cameras and reporters and people wanting to see who wears what to the awards night, and Gokudera was not spared from the unnecessary attention. It's quite known that he rarely attends events, especially those that include other publishing companies, and the one greeting him by the door just had to announce his name a little too loudly. For the first time, Gokudera wished that Miura-san was there to greet the people for him. Muttering an excuse, he slipped past the crowd towards the theater.

There was still no one on the Vongola table, but Gokudera was not even that inclined to sit there. He couldn't face his boss after failing the search for Sawada Tsunayoshi's beloved dog. Hours of driving around the boss's block did not help and asking the stupid neighbors did not bear any hopeful fruit. Gokudera took one look at the reserved table and trudged towards the bar, ordering a DRC Richebourg 2004 and burying himself in the smell of bouquets in his glass

[xx100dontkillme]

It had been a while since he sent Hibari off and true to his resolution he had done all that he should as Vongola Decimo. See and be seen, with the right people of course, Tsuna would never dream of upsetting the balance of the industry at such a public location. But after that much business talk, he thought it was only fair that he stole away for a moment of personal time. A break, to be honest. He was thirsty and tired from all that talking and standing which explained why he jumped at the first available seat. Steadfast and smooth, he slid into a seat at the bar counter and was busy unbuttoning a button of his blazer (for comfort's sake) when he smelled smoke. Familiar smoke, musk, and paper. Lifting his face, he found a most familiar stranger.

"Gokudera?" And in his surprise, Tsuna forgot the honorifics.

paper!59 at ur service!

[literarybomb]

The wine was at its sweetest in Gokudera's mouth, he was just getting used to the flowery sensation the burgundy wine, when he heard his name called. Feeling too protective of his privacy, he snapped his head to the side and realized with relief that he was not targeted by a shadowy reporter or a critic wanting to poke at his editing.

"Boss!" he exclaimed in genuine surprise. He swung his chair around a little too strongly and ended up bumping to the boss with his shoulder, accidentally leaning his weight on him. Damn, was he tipsy already? That would be impossible, right? "I'm sorry!" he cried before trying to regain his balance. "This. stupid. chair."

laminates, pins on wall [= really pins on wall

[xx100dontkillme]

Tsuna felt a laugh rise and he couldn't help grin as he helped the other regain some sort of balance. Gokudera was tipsy, he thought, stealing a look at the emptied glasses of wine, the brunette gathered that much. He blinked a little, hands held out protectively near the half Italian, afraid that the other might really fall over at this rate. But at the back of his head, drunk Gokudera was somewhat-- how did one put it? Adorable? Maybe... but no, Tsuna decided. This Gokudera was more human. And very young at that.

"Are you okay?"

[derridamustdie]

He had arrived with Sawada, and, after a very interesting exchange, suddenly found himself on his own, re-establishing connections, wondering when they were going to kick things off, wishing that the night would end soon.

...That, and he was wondering how long he could keep avoiding a particular corner of the room, one where Timoteo Vongola himself happened to be seated. He had caught the old man watching him - he could feel the weight of that gaze, as if it were a tangible presence just between his shoulder blades. He chased it off, however, by stealing another drink from a passing waiter and occupying himself with it. The slower he drank it, the more he gave himself something to do with his hands.

[aesthetic_ally]

After leaving Timoteo, Dino heads over Hibari - he's easy enough to spot; the only grumpy face in a sea of eager, expectant faces. He smiles a little, because it really seems like Hibari never really changed, did he?

He doesn't say hello when he comes up to him, but merely gave the glass a fleeting glance, and commenting easily. "You can't smoke in here, so you settle for drinking?"

[derridamustdie]

...Not exactly what he needed at the moment, and it shows, in the slightest disapproving twitch of an eyebrow and a downward turn of his lips.

"It's what you do at occasions like this, isn't it? Drink."

[aesthetic_ally]

"Not when you look like you're willing it to put you out of misery." Dino counters easily, hands in his pockets and noting that expression, but giving him a warm, friendly smile nonetheless.

"So what would bring you to such a place?"

>.> okay, I fail...

[lolwhutizthis]

Yamamoto showed up in his best formal dress, which consisted of a black suit and blue tie. Invitation in hand, he hovered near the entrance for a bit, trying to see if he could spot anyone he knew at this event. Oh, he knew they were coming, but not when. He himself wasn't really on time, though Yamamoto knew it wasn't THAT late. In fact, he was kind of wandering why he was here. He was just in charge of the Vongola networks and computers, and why would anyone in the publishing business care about that since it really didn't have much to do with publishing itself?

No, never, bb!

[sweetcoercion]

The awards night was the kind of event Haru would never pass up, for several reasons. One, she had few enough opportunities to wear the kind of dresses she liked that when she did get the chance, she seized it with all the energy at her disposal (thus the magenta dress she wore off one shoulder, silky fabric ruffled at her throat and over one hip, paired with silver stilletos and a white gold choker at her throat). Two, such events were excellent opportunities for networking and charming potential clients (which Haru enjoyed and did quite well, her warmth and bubbly personality turning many first-time acquaintances into friendly allies). Three, she had to make sure that the other employees of Vongola & Associates behaved themselves. That last reason really needed no explanation, in her mind. From her co-director (who was better at turning friends into enemies than the other way around) to Lambo Bovino, Haru often had her hands full at events like these

Re: No, never, bb!

[lolwhutizthis]

Yamamoto's face lit up with a bright smile when he saw Haru approach him. "Good evening, Haru-san!" He greeted in his usual cheerful manner. He was really happy to see a friendly face that he knew. He knew the invitation said he could bring a date along, but he really didn't knew anyone he could ask.

"You look beautiful, Haru-san!" He complimented on the very pretty dress Haru had on. Yamamoto thought it suited Haru very, though he'd be the first to admit he knew absolutely nothing about women's fashion.

Sorry about lateness Sab! I promise I'll be good, it's just that all of last night I was asleep!

[sweetcoercion]

Yamamoto-san was so sweet! And relatively sane, which made things even better. "Thank you very much!" A girlish giggle. "And Yamamoto-san looks very dashing," Haru greeted happily. "Did you just get here, Yamamoto-san? Have you seen the others?"

Of course she wasn't worried, and of course her scanning the crowd didn't mean that she expected any sort of disaster, but considering just how much had happened during the short time she'd known the men running Vongola & Associates, Haru thought it wouldn't be too off the mark to expect anything to happen during the night. And she would have to be there to do damage control, wouldn't she? It wasn't exactly outlined in her contract, but then again for some reason girls always wound up cleaning up after the boys.

[justaskeikaku]

Spanner had almost forgotten about the Cervello party had it not been for the timely alarm that pinged out from his computer. Glancing at the clock, Spanner blinked and reluctantly made his way to his closet, picking out what appeared to be a slightly wrinkled, but perfectly suitable suit. Black coat, a mossy green polo, and relatively shiny shoes. By the standards of the high and mighty, Spanner would definitely have appeared shabby, but this was already ten times more overdressed than he ever would have been. He even combed his hair and washed his hands for such a long time, he felt that he had scrubbed off his skin along with the grease

[cueitup]

First there was that brat he had run into earlier in the evening, and now the Millefiore's own employees were showing up looking worse for wear? Gamma was starting to wonder what he had done to deserve this sort of trouble. The blond man strode over to Spanner the moment he was able, looking a lot more irritated than he felt.

"...Spanner."

[justaskeikaku]

Spanner looked up at the blond man bearing down on him, easily recognizing him as Mr. Security from Millefiore. Gamma, wasn't it? Spanner straightened from his slouch a little, lollipop in his mouth.

"Mr. Security, hello. I'm a little lost. Where am I supposed to sit?"

[cueitup]

"There's are some tables for our company. I'll take you there."

Of course, he sends a pointed look at what Spanner is wearing as he speaks.

"And I have a name, you know. It might be a good idea to use it right."

[manipulater]

Slipping in unnoticed was how Mukuro always liked to do things and attending this awards ceremony was no different. He'd arrived later than majority, not wanting to bring any attention to himself but still be amongst the whispers of who was here and who wasn't. The small reputation he had as the former manager of Kokuyo bookstore was going to grow a little with him attending the ceremony this night. Though he would have preferred not to

[manipulater]

He sensed before he saw that there was another man with somewhat similar attributes to his employer, but of a different degree. While Byakuran was more smooth and icy, Xanxus was fiery and wrathful. When he was younger, Mukuro only had the privilege of meeting the man a few times with hardly an exchange of words. More like glares and amused smirks.

Cradling the drink that would be the first of many he would have for the night, he glanced at the older man, curious of why a person such as Xanxus would attend such things. He didn't think the other would want to indulge in these kinds of matters. Unless, of course, the man was forced.

"Fancy meeting you here," he greeted, tipping his glass in Xanxus' direction.