Beautiful Disasters -- Open

[Thalia Eloise Griffin]

There were so many wondrous places in Estonia, but Parnu was one of Thalia's favorites. Especially on nights like tonight. The young adult was hosting a party in a resort tonight. Or, rather, she was the face of the party. Her parents and publicist had put the party together. She was ready to start her next line of clothes, but her family thought it important that she find a face to back her line. Someone young who would appeal to girls younger than Thalia herself. And, though Thalia would normally argue with her parents' ideas, this one actually seemed to be a good one.

So, it was a Friday night, the breeze was cool, and the resort was full of both up and coming and current stars from all areas of the media. The trick was to find the correct one. Her parents and team were rushing around the party trying to find anyone with a face perfect enough for the shoot. Thalia, however, stood outside the crowded ballroom on the balcony. A cocktail in hand, she was leaning on the rail, admiring the night for just a mere moment. She had found herself quickly bored with most of the people at the part, which was why she had slipped out here. To get away.

"Thalia, my darling! Where are you?" Hearing her mother's shrill voice from back inside, Thalia rolled her eyes and quickly spun around. Much to her dismay, her found herself colliding with someone who was walking by. Her cocktail slipped out of her hand, and Thalia found herself fumbling to prevent it from hitting clothes. This was certainly a disaster, she realized as she looked up to see who she had collided with.

[Jamie Elijah McCoy]

Parties. Jamie wasn't necessarily a fan, he didn't loathe them, but on an evening where he'd rather be home alone, this one seemed bothersome. Like a chore. But his agent had told him he simply had to be there, something about a young designer working on launching a new line. Plus there would be people for both film and television, and he was supposed to be rubbing elbows with them, more like kissing ass, getting himself out there and landing more work. Joy. His agent knew Jamie wasn't really a sociable guy, and thus not good at this sort of thing, but he was made to attend anyway.

So here he was, awkwardly standing around waiting for some sort of action to start, things were a little slow, but these types of people put stock into being "fashionably late," so he was sure the party would get going as the evening progressed. Jamie, however, was only going to stick around as long as was acceptable before heading out. Looking down at the drink in his hand, he frowned. Seven ice cubes. That wouldn't work, looking up, he peered around to make sure no one was watching him before he fished out one of the cubes with his fingers and hastily stashed the offending ice in a potted plant.

There, that was better, six was a better number than seven- an even multiple of three. Sighing as he pieced together that playing wallflower in the corner wasn't probably the best idea for the evening, Jamie decided he ought to at least try his hand at mingling. He might not like this sort of thing, but he could at least pretend to, he was supposed to be attempting to break into the acting scene, after all. Succeeding in only landing himself a new vantage point near the house, Jamie sighed again, only to be brought out of his halfway brooding by a young woman walking straight into him. "Sorry there," said Jamie, even though she had walked into him, it was an absent habit, a cultural thing, "any damage?" His gaze wandered shamelessly down her form for a second before snapping back to her eyes.

[Thalia Eloise Griffin]

Her glass hit the floor, somehow managing not to shatter, and Thalia took a very quick moment to scan down her outfit. The cocktail, now trailing across the floor, had somehow managed to miss staining her dress. She breathe out a slight sigh of relief, relaxing only slightly at this realization. The last thing she needed was for something to happen to embarrass her at this event. Well, aside from the fact that she had just walked right into someone. But, that was another matter. Thalia waved at the help, getting their attention to the spill before she finally turned to deal with the next problem at hand.

Thalia turned now to face the poor person she had just tried to run over. She met his gaze for just a few seconds before allowing herself to let her eyes wander down his body. He was in shape, an attractive boy. He was actually quite the piece of eye candy, if Thalia did say so herself. A small smile graced her lips now as she looked back up at him now. He had apologized, but she quickly waved the apology away. It was her fault, she knew, but that was irrelevant in her eyes. What was important was the fact that her cocktail had missed both of them on its way down to the floor.

"Aside from my cocktail's demise, no real damage done." She stepped back, her gaze only momentarily shifting to see that the help for the evening was already cleaning up her cocktail mess. "But, what about you? I hope my lack of observation didn't cause too much damage." Thalia found herself wondering if the boy was there as entourage, a potential face for her line, or if he were just an innocent party guest. But, she didn't feel the need to ask just yet, either. She was certain she would find out soon enough.

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[Jamie Elijah McCoy]

Jamie found himself looking down at this girl, much like he did with a lot of people, he had been blessed with height to say the least. Really, the young man had been blessed with a lot of things physically. Impeccable facial bone structure, strong eyes, and a metabolism that needed only the mildest of effort to keep up with the things he ate. Of course, that didn't do much to convince his agent to alter his diet and exercise regime. Jamie hardly noticed anymore, several years of the conscious figure-watching had desensitized him, but it had been very difficult indeed when he was a teenager.

Jamie studied her face a moment, classically feminine, like a porcelain doll. Good proportions, nothing too big or too small, nor lopsided or crooked. Really, she was quite pretty, features striking enough to perhaps be a model herself. Though she was quite petite, and although she was slender, models were typically tall. Sure, there were specialty niche markets, designers who created lines for petite, plus-sized, and so on, but generally speaking, height was something that agencies looked for. Nevertheless, Jamie didn't really care, he was just over-analyzing her, as he was apt to do. He might not be perceived as much a thinker, though he had quite the analytical side to him.

Jamie shuffled a bit to the side as a staff member of the event scurried forward to deal with the mess- unsung heroes they were, kept these parties running smoothly, kept the glasses full, it was a thankless position for the most part. Forcing himself to keep good posture, Jamie examined his own apparel, he'd gone for classic today, black leather shoes, dark-wash slim-fitting jeans, a crisp white button-down shirt (top three buttons undone), and a black blazer. Aside from a small dot of liquid at the cuff of his jeans, he was otherwise unmarred, the splotch was hardly noticeable, anyway. "No harm done," said Jamie.