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For what seemed like hours, his friendly conversation with Dejay ended when he heard the grinding noise of a host announcing the climax of the party’s event. How delightful! It seems as though Marco’s enjoyment of him would seem to take a pause for now. [color= #01DF00]Tsk. Shame, and I thought I’d be giving head for dessert. Oh well.[/color] Marco’s face turned sour once his enjoyment was over, thinking about his would-be night, though the invitation is still open for consideration.
Just as many others were following the instructions, he reached into the box to see the name he was to be thanking. Deep down, he wished it was with someone he knew, someone he could strike up a conversation with as soon as the Thanksgiving speeches were over, but he fears that he might get that person and stare at his eyes with such pain and disdain. Slowly opening up the paper revealed the name Blake Palamo. [color= #01DF00]Wait, who is he again?[/color] Confused, he looked at the audience as a tall man stood up and complimented him. With a smile on his face, Marco blew Blake a kiss as a gesture of appreciation. With his smile in tact, his memory was regained as he remembered the events of the morning. [color= #01DF00]Oh right, that giant I gave a call card to[/color], Marco’s face slowly dropping his smile as he looked upon him in intrigue. He could be a good opportunity for his work; add some male clients he lacks to his portfolio. His turn came around as he looked at Blake with warm eyes, raising his glass as he took a sip, [color= #01DF00]“I’d like to thank you as well Mr. Palamo for your presence. A charming actor in a rolodex of actors. I hope to see you in future projects.”[/color]
Once done with his thanks, his head pointed to the side as a gesture of continuation of their conversation. With a slinky walk, he went up to the giant man as the event slowly finished on their thanks, or lack thereof. Leaning into the bar, he asked the waiter to refill his drink, playing with his coquettishness as he looked upon Blake with fierce eyes, [color= #01DF00]“It seems like we had met before; I wouldn’t forget such a nice face like yours. Marco Manzo, once again at your service.”[/color] As usual, he took a closer inspection of Blake’s clothes. Up and down, he found some things that were nice and some… less admirable. [color= #01DF00]Dear Cher, his wardrobe is screaming of a man who never had a stylist for his career. One more step, and he’d be ripping his suit like Henry Cavill.[/color] Marco’s mind was riddled with worry as he maintained his friendly smile as he desperately looked for something to salvage. [color= #01DF00]Oh my God, the tailoring is so sh!te. What is this monstrosity I’m looking at?[/color] Marco thought to himself as he wanted to cry out his plight.
However big his obstacles, Marco went on with a strong stride on his face, plastering his megawatt smile and charming personality. After assessing his clothes, he finally looked up at his face as he lightly blushed at his rugged looks. He’s quite handsome, and he could make it more. [color= #01DF00]“Can I say, Mr. Palamo, you have such a… nice sense of style. Very bohemian; it fits the hair and aesthetic so well. Um, I feel like it could be improved more with a great sense of fashion. Someone like, perchance, me?”[/color]
As he pulled a little closer, Marco brushed off a falling hair on Blake’s suit, giving a confident stride as he pulled an opportunity that could help his career as well as his. [color= #01DF00]“Trust me, Mr. Palamo, with a man as fine as you are, your red carpet looks are going to scream elegance with a carefree suave attitude you truly deserve! I mean, look at that body. It’s very enticing, don’t you agree? A picture says a thousand words, they say.”[/color]
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[color= #8ACD00]@Kbail | Blake[/color]
[color= #8ACD00]@Kristi | Dejay (mentioned)[/color]