#kaleb/fallon---nefariouspirit

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Kaleb had never been a fan of these high society events--ever since he'd first been adopted by Cat. The number of people put him on edge, the amount of egos and holier than tho airs making his skin crawl. But the man did know the importance of them. The donations always helped those in need, the information given always important to making society better. That knowledge however still didn't make it easy.

The blond over the years had more than perfected his charming smile and faux interest in what those around him said. An excuse always ready to disappear back into the crowd or a dark corner of the bar. Tonight was no different.

Kaleb's eyes scanned the crowd to see if he could find someone he knew to get out of this conversation with the mayor. Sure, his mother wouldn't exactly be pleased that he was running--but really there was only so much drabble he could handle from the pampas man. If he didn't get out of this, he would say something he'd later regret.

Luck almost seemed to be on his side as Kaleb spotted someone he hadn't seen in possibly years. A genuine smile crossed his lips, an escape and better company. "I'm sorry, if you'll excuse me, I just saw someone I need to speak with before I lose her in the crowd." Without waiting for a response the Grant was off.

Grabbing two new flutes of champagne, Kaleb easily made his way through the crowd. Nodding and acknowledging people that he needed to until he reached her side. "Well, well...Fallon Carrington...aren't you a sight?" The blond teases with a true warm smile, one so few see, as he offers up one of the flutes. "I had no idea you were going to be in town or even here this evening.

"I don't think I've ever been more thankful for a surprise in my life."

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FALLON TOO, despises events much like this one. There were days where she could stomach it - the faux laughter, the faux pleasantries that were shared - none of it was ever genuine. Not that she was seeking for a genuine one, but it does get exhausting, especially when Fallon has better things to do. Spending hours plastering fake smiles across her face isn’t exactly her idea of fun. 

A question then might arise - why was she doing this? All to prove her father wrong (read: please her father), of course. All part of her grand plan. In life, there are things that she wants to do and there are things that she needs to do. Much like most of the things in her life, this falls under the latter. 

In the midst of practically drowning herself in alcohol - not enough to get herself drunk, just enough so she’d be able to remain friendly to the people she can’t really give two shits about - she heard her name being called. That voice … that voice sounded very familiar. 

‘Ah, that’s why,’ she thought to herself as she recognized the blonde. 

“You and I both,” she snickered, feisty as ever though there was now a smile that was forming on her face. “You’re not the type to show up to one of these things, is that for me?” she asked almost immediately when she spotted two flutes instead of one. 

"Why yes it is," Kaleb offered it to her, a laugh crossing his lips "figured I'd bring a peace offering just in case." A half shrug of one shoulder as he turned his back to the rest of the party to give her all of his attention. "It's not really, but I figured I'd do my mother a favor. As long as one Grant is here, it will keep the wolves happy."

Kaleb took a drink, "Figure I'd spend a few hours---be seen, talk the talk, shake a few hands, and then slip out the back. Maybe get some good food, wouldn't mind company...if you want to get out of here. Catch up, you can tell me about what's been going on in your world."