Yvette tilted her head, bemused. "What are you talking about?"
"I don't trust the way he looks at you. He's git that looks, like a wolf sizing up it's prey". Blair insisted.
Yvette rolled her eyes and lightly smacked the back of his head. "Don't be ridiculous. He's just being polite."
"You know I don't like to take chances". Blair shrugged, rubbing the spot where she had hit him. "I'm protecting you, you know, for Zeke's sake".
Yvette laughed softly. "You're just being impossible"."
As their banter continued, Skye, donning a resplendent glittering silver gown approached.
She was tall and striking, beautiful and clearly intent on making her presence known, her beauty amplified by a sharp confidence.
"Blair, darling". She purred, ignoring Yvette completely as though she didn't notice her presence. "I was hoping to run into you tonight and tada , here we are".
