She was working, he got it. He had bothered her when she was working in the dishwashing area and alone, but the closer she was to the inner circle of this organization, the less they would get face-to-face interaction. He would become the creepy immortal to watch his beloved sleep.
He was irked at the very thought.
The night continued for him. There was smoke everywhere and bacchic dancing. Finally done with the bullshit, Ladislas stood up.
Penelope snickered as he walked over to Jimmy and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Mr. Forrester! What's up!" he sang.
Ladislas' eyes glowed. "You shouldn't touch women so easily. It makes them uncomfortable," he said. Jimmy blinked in confusion before going back to dancing.
Victor, the silent type of drunk curled his finger when he saw Ladislas trying to leave.
"You're leaving so early?" he asked with a hint of incredulity.
"Yeah. It's no fun in here." Ladislas shrugged.
