In the way you move [Open to all]

This was her scene, what Satin lived for- all the fabulousness that came with being part of that in-crowd and knowing exactly where you belonged in the grand scheme of things. District One was a step below the Capitol as far as wealth went and sometimes she dreamed of going there and meeting the people that her father tried so hard to please with his masterpieces. Seeing some of them on television she knew they had eccentric taste, which didn’t really suit her, but it was always interesting to know about the latest fashion trends. If there were any knowledge about people so far back, Satin’s idolism would go to the great Marilyn Monroe. Instead she was content in the delusion that her style was original and inventive when really it was just vintage glam. Satin could click like that missing puzzle piece in most situations and looking around the room, observing other people’s behavior, she was looking for where she was needed most.

Instead a surly looking girl took liberty upon herself to take a seat next to Satin. She could practically feel the heat waves of loathing crashing over her. There was some incoherent mumbling coming from beside her and though Satin couldn’t hear the words spoken the tone was unmistakable. It didn’t make much sense to her why someone would come to a cheerful party and bring the room down with their cynicism and unfriendliness. Judging by the brusque exterior of this girl’s character, she didn’t want to be here. Perhaps it was out of necessity though. Satin knew that whenever her presence wasn’t in the social spotlight her mother got grumpy with her. It could be a similar case with her new companion. Keeping her gaze on the bartender as he kept that charming personality in place simply doing his job in asking her what she wanted, Satin found it rude that the girl was being so callous. It deserved the snort and condescending comment she got in return.

Watching the young man walk away to fetch their drinks Satin crossed one long leg over the other and angled her body slightly toward the girl next to her. Some people could only learn through example and Satin was in a gracious mood. Taking in her body language, everything about her screamed for people to leave her be, but Satin didn’t take too kindly to scare tactics. Brushing her hair lightly over her shoulder her hands then clasped over her knee, sitting pretty and on display for whoever was looking. It was all about how you came across as to what impression you left. While the other girl seemed to be very introvert with her posture, keeping into herself as much as possible while warding others away with a threatening stare, Satin was completely open and approachable. She held her head high and kept pleasant expressions donning her features.

”In what circumstance might you drink if not at a party?” Satin questioned breaking the ice. She had said that she hardly drank after all, not never. The corners of her mouth tugged up into a gentle smile, pulling back on its usual dazzling nature. No need to overdo it with someone who wasn’t willing to receive. Extending a perfectly manicured hand to the girl she only thought it proper to introduce herself after capturing her attention. ”I’m Satin Quinn.” Surely if the girl knew the first thing about high-end jewelry she would at least recognize the surname Quinn, if not realize who she was immediately to be Onyx’s darling daughter. After all there were two of them, identical twins in fact. She also looked to be around the same age, if not Satin being older, so school days should have been filled with adoring gossip about her and Sapphire. It was their jobs to be the envy of the social scene after all.

Some people had the ability to lure others to them effortlessly and others had different qualities about them. The young girl that Satin found herself in terse company with was one of the latter. She didn’t even attempt to hide her distaste for the package that Satin was presenting. Perhaps if she were to act as a grouch and bark orders at the girl she would feel more comfortable in the situation they were in, However another once over suggested to Satin that she was the type that was just begging people for an excuse to be confrontational. That wasn’t Satin’s style, for all the accommodating that she was capable of, Satin knew what her strong points were and stuck to them. In a fight or flee situation she was the one that was coming up with the means of escape. Did it make her cowardly? Perhaps, but it also made her smart. Satin had no delusions that she was a fighter, she didn’t go around puffing her chest up to intimidate others and show displays of dominance. The blonde in front of her though seemed to be more the savagery type, one to beat on their chest and pounce about screaming their warrior call. It was laughable really and Satin could feel a bubble of laughter rising inside of her that she kept buttoned up tight.

”Time is irrelevant, but moods make all the difference.” She hadn’t said anything about a time and perhaps if the girl put a little more stock in opening her ears she would seem so idiotic when her mouth opened instead. It was a flaw that needed to be dealt with, yet for some reason, Satin doubted that the girl would care enough to amend her blemishes. Obviously she didn’t put much effort into the way that she presented herself to others. Maybe it was because she didn’t truly care and maybe it was because she had hit rock bottom and just enjoyed wallowing in the filth of her dank little hole. They could be a number of reasons really but at the moment the girl hadn’t presented Satin with any reason to want to dig too deeply to find out. At least not until her introduction was made. Abernathy did ring a bell, in fact it was ringing a big freak gong.

Her smile tightened at the dig that Delancey decided was necessary to include. Most didn’t know about the business troubles, but if one were to it would be someone in a rival company. The Abernathy Jewelers Co. was in the same league as Quinn’s Diamond Expo and had been going head to head for years, since before Satin was born even, Quinn’s had been spearheading the industry for three generations. There were no son’s in Onyx’s line but that didn’t mean much. If it came down to it both her and Sapphire could keep their maiden names even after marriage. It wasn’t that big of a deal. ”Don’t be silly,” Which in Satin’s opinion, Delancey was utterly ridiculous. ”Minor competition such as your mother’s quaint little business is healthy.” She was being condescending, a tone that Satin imagined Delancey would recognize. It was the type of sugar coated insults that Satin had been trained to use to keep civility in tact. It was finesse versus bluntness, which Delancey seemed foreign to.

Waving her unshaken hand dismissively in the air not receiving the pity that Delancey offered Satin wasn’t wavered by the comment. ”I’d say the only true pity was needing a bit of unfortunate luck to aid in another’s auccess.” This suggested of course that without the slight decline in her father’s company, Delancey’s mother’s would have never reached the esteem that it held presently. If Satin had come for a pissing match she might have been more invested with the argument, however, no manner of verbal abuse was going to dampen a perfectly good night. But since Delancey seemed to wish that for Satin, she was happy to turn those tables and let her cheerfulness bring Delancey buckets of misery dumped right over her frizzy head of hair. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you though Delancey. You don’t get out much from what I hear. Branching out are we?” She was fishing just a little bit, to see if any of the other Abernathy’s had a weakness that might be exploited at a later date. With what Delancey had shown her of her worth so far, Satin doubted that she was schooled in such espionage.

[[Howdy, I’m J. Delancey sure does have an interesting exterior to her that I can’t wait to have Satin explore. Don’t worry offending me is almost impossible. (:]]