You're not wearing clothes made of solid gold, I think we'll both do it.
[riptide doesn't know much about fashion, but he thinks magnus looks acceptable. which... says a lot about them both.
he follows just behind magnus - almost next to him and... yeah, it's a classy place. high ceiling in the foyer, crystal chandelier, gold accenting. all the tacky shit rich people love. they're approached by one of the foyer workers, a man dressed in an expensive looking tuxedo.]
This evening's function is closed to the... public, I'm afraid.
[there's an evil glint in riptide's eye. he dramatically pulls something out his hoodie-- two pieces of crumpled up paper. the man looks horrified, like he'd jump back if his job allowed him such luxuries.]
We're pre-booked! I have VIP passes!! [there is no doubt riptide is enjoying this, based on his expression and the pure joy in his voice.] You have to let us in!
[this poor doorman. he doesn't argue further, just takes the papers (gingerly) and looks them over, before nodding and gesturing for them to follow.]
no subject
[riptide doesn't know much about fashion, but he thinks magnus looks acceptable. which... says a lot about them both.
he follows just behind magnus - almost next to him and... yeah, it's a classy place. high ceiling in the foyer, crystal chandelier, gold accenting. all the tacky shit rich people love. they're approached by one of the foyer workers, a man dressed in an expensive looking tuxedo.]
This evening's function is closed to the... public, I'm afraid.
[there's an evil glint in riptide's eye. he dramatically pulls something out his hoodie-- two pieces of crumpled up paper. the man looks horrified, like he'd jump back if his job allowed him such luxuries.]
We're pre-booked! I have VIP passes!! [there is no doubt riptide is enjoying this, based on his expression and the pure joy in his voice.] You have to let us in!
[this poor doorman. he doesn't argue further, just takes the papers (gingerly) and looks them over, before nodding and gesturing for them to follow.]