December 31st, 1891 - Prewitt NYE Gala, Destiny Hotel
Engaging in the social season was something Atticus had always held a particular desire to do; he lived and breathed for the extravagant events and social events, although right now it was not out of desire but rather necessity that kept him rooted to the New Years Eve ball; he had promised his mother he would try to find someone suitable to be a wife, although he perhaps yearned to find one nearly as much as she - at thirty years old, he was becoming old enough to be considered a confirmed bachelor.
It didn’t help that some of the women who frequented these events were sharks who smelled blood in the water; one woman who’s name he couldn’t quite recall had latched on to his arm earlier, and it had taken a certain talent of flashing a facade smile whilst quietly pulling away from her, feigning that he needed to step away for a moment to discuss personal matters with the gentleman over there, but he’d be back as soon as he could. Atticus had disappeared, grabbing a champagne glass from one of the trays on his way to disappear into the crowd. He kept his eyes on her, turning his head whenever he felt she was getting too close to seeing him.
Now she was looking for the eldest Foxwood, her head swiveling around the room so quickly he was afraid it was going to pop off, and Atticus ducked behind a column to avoid her gaze. It was much too early to leave despite his wishes to, and he knew he would never hear the end of it from his dear brother were someone to tell him that Atticus Foxwood left a social event early, whilst conning him into going in the first place. He deserved it - Basil needed to socialize, to show his face lest people forget he existed, and it always seemed to be up to Atticus to push him to do so.
Letting out a breath he’d been holding in, Atticus straightened his back as he stepped away from the wall and took a sip of the champagne. The woman seemed otherwise preoccupied for the moment, and he took a moment to step back into the crowd, a smile pressed against his lips; perhaps if he looked interested in someone else, she would leave him alone. (Or perhaps she was made of envy - something Atticus had no intention of finding out.)
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It didn’t help that some of the women who frequented these events were sharks who smelled blood in the water; one woman who’s name he couldn’t quite recall had latched on to his arm earlier, and it had taken a certain talent of flashing a facade smile whilst quietly pulling away from her, feigning that he needed to step away for a moment to discuss personal matters with the gentleman over there, but he’d be back as soon as he could. Atticus had disappeared, grabbing a champagne glass from one of the trays on his way to disappear into the crowd. He kept his eyes on her, turning his head whenever he felt she was getting too close to seeing him.
Now she was looking for the eldest Foxwood, her head swiveling around the room so quickly he was afraid it was going to pop off, and Atticus ducked behind a column to avoid her gaze. It was much too early to leave despite his wishes to, and he knew he would never hear the end of it from his dear brother were someone to tell him that Atticus Foxwood left a social event early, whilst conning him into going in the first place. He deserved it - Basil needed to socialize, to show his face lest people forget he existed, and it always seemed to be up to Atticus to push him to do so.
Letting out a breath he’d been holding in, Atticus straightened his back as he stepped away from the wall and took a sip of the champagne. The woman seemed otherwise preoccupied for the moment, and he took a moment to step back into the crowd, a smile pressed against his lips; perhaps if he looked interested in someone else, she would leave him alone. (Or perhaps she was made of envy - something Atticus had no intention of finding out.)
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