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samuraiprosecutorWho: Edgeworth, Luck Gandor
What: Time to schmooze.
Where: The annual policeman's ball in Los Angeles, CA
When: Middle of a winter's weekend evening, December 2021
Warnings: None.
The Policeman's Ball seemed to get more insufferable every single year. Given the way the previous year's event had ended, this didn't bode well for Edgeworth's evening.
Of course, the fact that he went into it expecting to be miserable may have had something to do with the boredom he was wallowing in thus far...or perhaps it was his aloof demeanour and those cool stares that kept all but the most determined partygoers at bay. Either way, he wasn't enjoying himself and he seemed hellbent on making the rest of the world aware of this fact.
That is, until he was cornered by his superior, who asserted that he owed the department a debt over the fiasco he had a hand in the previous year and isn't this the perfect opportunity to pay them back? Despite his vehement protests he was shuffled from one knot of people to the next and forced to 'play nice' with the department's chief benefactors under the threat of severe repercussions. By the time he thought he would be released from duty, he was a hair's breadth away from fleeing the party altogether, which was apparently just fine by his supervisor...provided he schmoozed one final guest first.
Left alone, Edgeworth discreetly watched the man from a short distance, studying the cut and quality of his clothes, his company, his grooming. He nursed his champagne (the fourth glass of the night), and once his assigned target was himself alone Edgeworth finally approached him.
A few minutes. Just a few minutes of civil conversation, then he could excuse himself and retreat to his castle and his dog and his own bottle of rich, red wine.
"Mr. Gandor?"
What: Time to schmooze.
Where: The annual policeman's ball in Los Angeles, CA
When: Middle of a winter's weekend evening, December 2021
Warnings: None.
The Policeman's Ball seemed to get more insufferable every single year. Given the way the previous year's event had ended, this didn't bode well for Edgeworth's evening.
Of course, the fact that he went into it expecting to be miserable may have had something to do with the boredom he was wallowing in thus far...or perhaps it was his aloof demeanour and those cool stares that kept all but the most determined partygoers at bay. Either way, he wasn't enjoying himself and he seemed hellbent on making the rest of the world aware of this fact.
That is, until he was cornered by his superior, who asserted that he owed the department a debt over the fiasco he had a hand in the previous year and isn't this the perfect opportunity to pay them back? Despite his vehement protests he was shuffled from one knot of people to the next and forced to 'play nice' with the department's chief benefactors under the threat of severe repercussions. By the time he thought he would be released from duty, he was a hair's breadth away from fleeing the party altogether, which was apparently just fine by his supervisor...provided he schmoozed one final guest first.
Left alone, Edgeworth discreetly watched the man from a short distance, studying the cut and quality of his clothes, his company, his grooming. He nursed his champagne (the fourth glass of the night), and once his assigned target was himself alone Edgeworth finally approached him.
A few minutes. Just a few minutes of civil conversation, then he could excuse himself and retreat to his castle and his dog and his own bottle of rich, red wine.
"Mr. Gandor?"
