A Black Tie Birthday ||

[Mercedes Love]

Happy Birthday Mercedes.

Mercedes took her first steps into the newly transformed Underground. Her breath caught I her throat as she looked at the usually naughty club. It was fir for a Princess tonight.

Black marble round tables were set up around the room, With the exception of one. The one with six chairs, was done in pure white, with a gold ‘M’ embossed on it. The little white card on top read
‘Reserved for Miss Tritoni, Heather von Trampp, Scarlett Lehoux, James Maguair, Chris Evens, and Paris Hamilton.

Hm, New A-list?

The walls, that were usually filled with sweaty, dancing teens, had been scrubbed and revealed to be made of black marble. Large black and white oversized pictures of Mercedes her self, adorned the walls, a large runway had been lead straight down the middle of the room. It had been made extra wide, this way it could be hollowed out, and the bar placed in it, with room still around the edges for people to walk. Placed in the center of the pottum where the runway started with the Playboy embloum. It was perfect.

She could picutre it now. All the Bunnies, her friends, her cake, and her dogs guest’s cake.

Wait…what?

Yea. Mercedes decided to invite all the her friend’s dogs. Escailly if Jackson was going to be there. Jackson just may be looking for a doggie friends, and Mercedes just may be looking for a play-date.

Ahh, This was perfect. Her red, knee lenghth dress was perfect, her red strappy, open toe shes were perfect, her hair was perfect, her guests were going to be perfect, and her gifts better be perfect. If not, someone was going to get their ass kicked.

[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy walked into the Underground, it looked much better then it normally did. She sighed and adjusted her black purse. For once she had left the lime green one at home. Darcy had spent hours deciding what to wear for this little shin dig. She had selected a black leather strapless number with a white stripe in the middle. On her feet were black stiletto high heels. Her was big and held down by a huge white head band.

Darcy didn't know if she should have brought a present for Cede or not but what do you buy for the girl that has everything? Darcy walked over to one of the tables and saw that there were names on them, none of them hers. She sighed and walked to a table on the corner and sat down by herself. She hadn't gotten a date or even a friend to come with her to the party so she was a bit of a loner.

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[Paris Hamilton]

Paris walked down the stairs, with Daria Keithle, into ''Underground'. Looking around he noticed that it had been altered a lot. He only had been there but a few times, but he remembered it, well, being not as rich and gorgeous as it was now.

Sliding off his favorite, black, leather Armani jacket, he showed his black, button up polo that was neatly tucked in to his black Armani, semi-baggy dress trousers, that covered most of his shiny black Armani dress shoes.
Paris really had gone all out for this party.
His hair was neatly combed and he even used a little bit of gel to put some semi-spikes in it. Making him look even more sexy then he was.

In one hand he held three black square and rectangle boxes, stacked up on each other according to size. Big, to medium, to small. They were all wrapped in fancy black paper with a cute velvet red ribbon tied on them keeping them together. A little, tiny card was attached to the ribbon saying "To: Cede From: Paris. Happy birthday beautiful."
Aw, how sweet.

Inside of the first box contained a 20 kt diamond necklace that had a 4 kt diamond heart hanging off of it. Then second box was a 10 kt matching diamond bracelet, and finally that last box was matching dangly 5 kt diamond earrings with a heart at the ends.
Man he really did go all out for her birthday.

Looking around, he spotted a table, with his name on it. Walking toward the table he put his jacket on the back of the chair, and placed the present on the seat.
Looking back up, he spotted the lovely Mercedes.
He walked over to her and tapped her on her shoulder.
"Happy birthday Mercedes."

[Isabel Pimm]

Bell was walking down into the Underground. She was holding onto the strap of her Dooney and Bourke banana pink purse though it was already on her shoudler. She wore her white Aeropostale V neck skin tight shirt with her Frankie B jeans with the pink design on the back pockets, wrapping it all up with her Louis Vuitton pink sandal heels.

Entering the Underground club she stoold on her tiptoes, or at least tried so she could see over ther crowd and find someone familiar. She saw Mercedes and her talking to who she thought was Paris, but she chose not to bug her. So she went over to a table and sat down the neatly wrapped present holding quite the few accesories. She than sat down alone next to it and taking in the whole club scene.
For it was her first time in The Underground.

[nikki3]

Walking down that stairs in to the newly-upgraded Underground, a thin smile spread across James' face. This place really could clean up to be quite sophisicated and elegant. He was sure it had require many of peoples' work, but it looked great. Very...chic, he guessed was the word though, seeing as he was male, he wasn't quite sure what that very word meant.

'The club isn't the only thing that looks great tonight,' he thought, both thinking of himself and the birthday girl herself, Cede. She looked stunning in that red dress, and the length quite accentuated...well, obviously her body. He smiled softly in her direction, only just now reaching the bottom of the stairs.

That night, James was wearing a Gucci black wool gabardine 2-button blazer. He wasn't sure what that meant--all he knew was it was a dark black blazer that was quite comfortable, and had a soft silk lining. Beneath that was a plain white dress-shirt, all buttons done save the top two or three. It was never good to look like a manwhore, especially not when the place and people looked like this.
To make his look a little more casual, instead of wearing the pants that matched the 'blazer,' James wore a pair of dark wash jeans. It wasn't that he wouldn't dress up for the occasion; if it had specified, he would have. It was simply that jeans were more comfortable to party in, and they didn't completely ruin his little badboy image. And although they looked almost strange hanging loosely over a pair of men's dress shoes--he wasn't sure of the brand--he managed to pull it off.
He always did. James Maguair could pull off practically anything or, going the other way, practically nothing, if you catch the drift.

Slung under his left arm, he held a trio of boxes, one atop the other. The first was a slightly reactangle-like box papered with a shiny red wrapping material. Around that, he'd tied a bow of ribbon sort of stuff in a muted gold tone. The second and third were smaller, and in a more rectangular shape--one guess what they were.
The first box held two pairs of sunglasses, one pair of the designer Chanel and the other from Dolce and Gabbana. The Chanel ones were a little oversized, and a dark brown color. The D and G ones were black and rounded, sort of Aviator-ish if he were to describe them. They weren't really all that much, but he knew that most people loved sunglasses, and frequently broke them...so they'd need more.
The second box was a lot more thoughtful. It held a simple, but elegant and classy...and expensive. Hanging from that was an 18 kt diamond star shape. He was going to get one that said her name, but figured that those were so...last year and definitely not a good thing to give for a birthday present.
The third box held a simple line of pearls, made to be worn around her wrist. They were delicate, and freshwater. They weren't too much, but he figured it would show that he cared, and that he was thinking about her...right?

Attached to the presents was a small card that bore the words:
"It's your big night, Cede.
Shine like a star ;]
♥James

He would have apprached her, but saw her talking to someone else, and didn't want to interrupt their conversation. Although James did wish to talk with her tonight, he thought it rude to just butt into other people's conversations--he knew he hated when it happened to him. So, until she spotted him and either came over or waved him over, James would stay were he was, at the bottom of the stair case.

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[Daria Keithle]

Daria let go of her cousin's arm, as he absent minded walked away from her without even a word.
Nice.
Daria looked around at the new Underground look, as she slid off her Gucci knee length black, leather, fur lined coat and neatly folded it over her arm. She reveled her lovely Gucci tight silk angled dress that ended a little past her right knee in a point. Daria stood much taller this night with open toed 5 inch heel black Gucci stilettos.

Daria's long, wavy, dirty blond hair was held up into a tight bun where three long curly hairs came out of the middle of it.
Her 10 kt diamond choker glistened in the dim light, as well as the matching 1 kt diamond studs on her ears.

Spotting Darcy, she slowly walked over toward her and sat across from her with a smile on her face. Daria placed the small square blue wrapped box, with a red ribbon attached to it, in front of herself. It was Mercedes gift, a 10,000 dollar gift card to D&G.

"Hello Darc. How are you?" she asked looking over toward Darcy's, sad face.

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[Darcy Edwards]

Darcy looked up and saw Daria she put on one of those fake ass smiles and said "Hey, I'm okay I guess." Darcy had seen everyone bringing in gifts so she felt really bad. She didn't know Cede very well so she had no idea what she had, what she wanted or what she hated. Now she was feeling guilty for not getting her anything and on top of that she looked like a tramp with her little strapless short leather dress. What the hell was she thinking when she picked it out? She then sighed and looked around the room at all the people mingling about and said "What about you?"

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[Scarlett Lehoux]

Scarlett had spent a good amount of time getting ready for Cede's party. She knew it was going to be huge and that the Underground would be much classier than usual. That was just Mercedes for you, she supposed. Anyway, it was going to be a great party and Scarlett was happy they were on good terms.

Her dress was short and made of white organza material, soft to the touch. It was tied with a black velvet bow stitched to her tiny waist. The neckline was square and conservative, to balance the mid-thigh length. The sleeves reached her elbows loosely. The confection was by Alice and Olivia, who had outdone themselves again. She wore black tights under it, meant to show up. They had a see-through sheen to them, though, especially under club lights. Her black velvet strappy heels were Coach, matching her white-and-silver striped leather clutch.

Her makeup consisted of sexy dark silver eyeshadow brushed across her upper lids. Kiss Me mascara coated her already-thick lashes. She didn't need a lot to look sexy. Scarlett's hair was curled and longer than usual, falling around her shoulders. No other accesories were needed, as the outfit was enough by itself.

She wore a simple black wool trench coat over, but as soon as her car--a sleek black cab, this time--reached the door, she left it with the chaffeur, walking into the club and extending a hand backwards as a gesture of thank you. The winter wind blew her hair around, whipping it back from her face.

Scarlett stepped inside. Mercedes had outdone herself again. The place looked classic... the emphasis on class. She stepped forward, noticing her name on the VIP table. Great. Guess the twosome were good friends now. No harm done, really.

She had forgotten her present--shit! As soon as she turned around to go get it, the chaffeur was inside with the sleek black-satin-wrapped package. She had gotten Cede a custom-made lingerie set, actually. Scarlett wanted to add some unique quality. The set was La Perla, black satin push-up with lots of white lace detail. She set it near all the other gifts.

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[Mercedes Love]

Spinning, to see who was speaking to her, Mercedes locked eyes with Paris.

“Parrriiissss! You’re here! Thank You!”

Mercedes wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. Letting go to exainme him, she gave a nod of approval. He looked wonderful. Damn him. Mercedes let a smile slip across her glossed lips, and she batted her long think eyelashes with she had coated with MAC mascara. Sexy.

But her dress. Wow. The red satin clung to her curvy frame and halted mid-thigh. Spaghetti straps held the dress to her shoulders. To set the look her wore red, diamond adorned strapy sandals. The coat she had worn, really made the outfit, but it was warm in the club, and she didn’t feel the need to wear it.

The waitress in the Playboy Bunny costumes brought around wines and Champaign, and the moment one walked by, Cede plucked two from a try and held one out to Paris.

“I think this place looks soo nice tonight!”

Mercedes exclaimed, then took a sip from her drink. Her eyes flickered to the door as she watched James and Scarlett enter. Where were Olivia and Chris?

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[Cameron Vought]

This had better be good.
Cameron was sitting down stairs waiting for Kerstin to get her ass dressed. She must’ve been getting ready for a couple of hours now. Cameron didn’t see where girls found the time, or why they even felt the need to dazzle them-selves up for that long. He had gotten ready within an hour, his shower taking much of that our up. He was dressed in a pair of light-wash jeans, held up with a black belt to make himself look a bit classier. After all, this was someone’s birthday and he didn’t want to show up looking trashy. A plain black, long-sleeved dress shirt accompanied the pants, the top two buttons undone. His hair was the way it always was, shagged slightly and, well, natural. He did brush it though. On his feet were a pair of black shoes, not too dressy, but nothing out-worn or anything like that. They were comfortable, and they made the rest of his outfit look presentable. He was presentable. That was all that mattered. Period.

Sitting beside Cameron was a couple of gifts, one from himself and one from Kerstin, both labeled ‘Cede.’
They each had a different wrapping paper cladding it. Kerstin’s a soft pink with a white bow, and Cameron’s, well, he wanted to be funny and thought that wrapping it with Christmas paper would be better. And it was, in fact, wrapped in paper sporting Santa Clause and ‘ho-ho-ho’ graphics, that is, until Kerstin made him remove it and wrap it in something else.
So now, beside the pink, nicely wrapped gift, was Cameron’s newspaper-wrapped gift. What an ass.

Up-stairs, Kerstin was standing in from of a large mirror in her room. She was adorning her bare, pale, neck with an 8-karat diamond necklace, given to her by her parents on her last birthday. Her hair was, eh, cute. Light curls cascaded down her back, and her bangs were parted to one side, tucked behind her ear. The dress and shoes, both from Victoria’s secret were beautiful—so she thought.
Her dress, a Flutter-sleeve matte jersey dress, was black and knee-high. Her shoes, also black, were a pair of cute ankle-strapped sandals. She looked...nice, for a change, though she would be freezing—she was sure.

Grabbing her Burberry ‘Sutton’ small top zip hobo handbag, Kerstin glanced into her mirror once more before walking out of her room after turning off the light. She closed her door behind her and started down the stairs, eyeing Cameron as she did. By the look on his face as her returned her stare, she could tell he was annoyed with her timing of getting ready. She could care less though; he could have gone without her. After walking the full length of their staircase, Kerstin walked over to Cameron and the gifts, glancing at them and then pointing towards them. “Grab those, will you?” she asked her brother before pulling her purse up her arm and letting it rest on her shoulder.
She started for the door, leaving her brother at the couch, signaling for him to follow her. They’d better hurry up; the Underground was probably going to be packed if they didn’t leave now.

Cameron stood from the black leather couch, grabbed the two gifts, and followed Kerstin out the door. As the two stepped outside, Cameron shook his head, taking in her attire. She must have been freezing, he sure as hell was, and his shirt was long-sleeved.
After locking the door to the house, Cameron made the short walk to his car, opening the passenger door for Kerstin and setting the gifts in the back. He then walked around the car to the driver’s side and got it, waiting for Kerstin to do the same.
When the two were seated and had their seat belts on, Cameron started for the party.

Parking the car in a designated area, Cameron turned it off and got out, retrieving the presents from the back.
Kerstin followed by getting out of the car and walking towards the clubs entrance along side of her brother.

When the two had entered, Kerstin took in all of its beauty. It looked so different...it was beautiful.
Cameron could careless about the decorations, but would admit that it did look good, better than ever before. It simply looked elegant and was definitely distinguished for a princess, and that Cede was.
Cameron and Kerstin walked side by side, reaching the area of tables, all matching except one. It was obviously reserved for Cede and her close friends. The siblings knew they wouldn’t be sitting there, and didn’t really mind. Tonight was no night to be mopping. They were supposed to have a good time, and that they would.

Kerstin found an empty table, though most were vacant anyways. They were actually pretty early.
She sat down, letting her bag slide off of her shoulder and into the chair next to her. She peered out of her dark, mascara-painted eyes, scanning the room for that of the birthday girl. She was with Paris. Kerstin smiled to herself before pointing Cede out to her brother. She figured the presents would be given later. Kerstin didn’t think her gift was all the great, but she also thought that Mercedes wouldn’t have owned a D&G silver-colored brass chain with leather inserts and three rosettes with rhinestones. And if she did, Kerstin had the receipt back at home that she could always give to Mercedes.

As for Cameron, his gift was, well, thoughtful. At least to him it was. Kerstin looked at her brother in disgust when he had showed it to her. She hadn’t even known they made such things. But Cameron did have a good point as to why he had bought it. With the fact in mind that Cede was so into her dog, Cameron had easily picked out a smooth silver Essex collar for her dog, Jackson. He thought it was perfect, though that was his own opinion, and quite frankly, didn’t give a damn about whether Cede liked it or not. He paid a good amount for it, so she better.

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[Olivia & Ophelia Parker]

Both Olivia and Ophelia walked in, taking in thier first time in the Underground. Ophelia was already dancing along to the music, causing her sister to laugh at her silly dance.

"Who's birthday is it again?" asked Olivia, as she carried both girls' gift bags. One was bright pink with lime green paper, the other one was lime green with - you guessed it - pink paper.

"No idea, babe, but.. I'm guessin' our presents will seem minimal compared to everything she'll get." Ophelia responded, laughing as she brought her sister over to Darcy's table.

"Hi, chica." the blonde greeted with a grin, sitting down in front of the girl. Her sister sat beside her, smiling softly at Darcy and hr friend, both whom she didn't know. A soft "Hey." came from her mouth, along with a quick wave.

Ophelia was dressed in the more stand-out dress, which was a bright pink strapless minidress, fitted at the waist and with a bubble hem. Her wild hair was curled into playful curls, eyes ridden with black makeup, creating the smoky eyes effect. Down on her feet were strappy black heels. Olivia was wearing a black tafetta dress with a bullet style bodice. It had an attached sash at the empire waist and ruffled bottom. A vintage store find, right from the sixties. Keeping her hair in place was a white headband, and bright red heels were on her feet.

[nikki3]

Forget this nice guy shit, James said, obviously in his head. Not anymore caring if he was intruding on a conversation, he started toward the pair of people. Not the girls at the table--though he did know most of them--but Cede. She was the birthday girl, afterall, and could not be ignored.
Especially in that dress.
Damn, the dress. Getting him distracted. Just ignore the dress, look at her face, he reminded himself. Sure, he sometimes had perv-y thoughts, but he always made sure to keep them within his head rather than voice them aloud. What girls would come after him if he let them out?

"Hello, Cede. Happy birthday," he said, the practiced grin appearing on his face. Yea. He practiced his smiles. In the mirror. You can't just wing it, you know, or you'll look like a complete idiot--he knew that as well. "I'm James, by the way," he said, turning to glance at the other male for a second or two. Were Cede and him...together? And even if they were, should he care?

[[Bad post. Get over it xD]]

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[Adrienne Kensington]

Adrienne stepped into the party. Technically she didn't really know Mercedes, but they were both clients at the same firm and she doubted the girl would care all that much. Cede would be having too much fun with all the guys that were likely to surround her--and Adri did always love a good party. She was most comfortable on a dance floor.

Now, she hadn't expected the Underground to look the same. This was a Tritoni they were talking about, and she was bound to outdo herself. But she didn't expect the black marble walls, the Playboy bunny waitresses, and the sheer odd class of the thing. It had some degree of slutiness but managed to stay A-list at the same time. Interesting.

Her outfit matched perfectly, a Lilly Pulitzer number in black chiffon. It had a turtleneck but was by no means conservative. It dipped low in the back and had no sleeves, coming tighter in the front. But not whore tight, just fitted. At her tiny twenty-one-inch waist was a light pink patent Prada belt. The skirt flared out a bit, just touching her thighs. The shoes were light pink satin strappy sandals, and Adrienne held a simple black satin Chanel clutch.

The present she had brought Mercedes was relatively simple--a pair of the new wait-list leopard-print Christian Louboutin pumps. They were in a red silk-wrapped gift box, tied off with a silver satin ribbon. She placed it on the gift table.

She bit her lip while trying to decide exactly who to talk to, and then remembered that she was probably messing up her Dior Kiss peach gloss. Shit. Her hands were sweating. Since when did that happen? She was supposed to be confident. She now resisted the urge to touch one soft wave, falling around her shoulders. She spotted Cameron, a guy she was pretty good friends with, and walked up.

She tapped him on the shoulder. "Guess who?"

[Chris Evans]

The night was picturesque, at the risk of sounding cliché. Little glittering orbs flickered over the dark canvas which was the sky, whilst little snowflakes danced their way down from it, carelessly littering the streets. They mischievously dusted the cars, and even settled themselves within the hair of those who’d decided to go without head protection.
The neighborhood was pretty too, being as some people had already decorated their homes with Christmas decorations. Everything was festive; people seemed happier, nicer. Why couldn’t they be that way all the time though? It was kind of sad really, how everyone mellowed out only for a season and then converted back to their usual selves as soon as the New Year began.

Bringing the sleek, black motorbike to a halt outside of the Club he knew so well, the male climbed from it, an aura of danger and mystery surrounding his being. It wasn’t that he was a threat to anyone, but most people judged by first glances, and usually rejected what they couldn’t understand. He didn’t care either which way though, as other’s perceptions of him didn’t matter in the least. As long as he was happy with himself, they could all stuff it.

Removing the helmet which had been shielding his face from the view of others, and also guarding him in case of a crash, Christian hooked it on one of the handlebars, just then turning grey-blue eyes towards the club’s entrance. It was obviously an A-List affair, unless the cars situated in the general vicinity weren’t a prelude of the inside’s coming attractions. Bringing a gloved hand up to his face, he raked it through the clumps of dark-brown locks, destroying any possibility of helmet hair adorning his head. Stroking the side of his naturally lightly tanned face, he tipped his head to the side, watching the fancily-dressed party-goers entering the place. This caused him to briefly glance down at his own attire, not at all upset with what he saw.
Black jeans hung to his lower body, semi-snug, not enough so that anyone could make out his goodies. Please. They needed to get him into bed for that. A white button down the front shirt sat loosely on his upper body, top two buttons undone, as was the norm for him. He’d put the slightest of effort into not looking like he was supposed to be a waiter at the event. It wasn’t the grandest thing he could have done, being as there was stubble about his cheeks, but he wouldn’t be Chris without the five o’ clock shadow -- he couldn’t look completely clean-cut. No, no. That would totally infringe on his bad-boy image. His black motorcycle jacket was sitting over his shirt. Like he’d lose that, even if it was for this chick. Might it be added that he’d only met her a few days ago? Enough said. And if some of the stuck-up bitches at the party didn’t like it, they could kiss his butt cheeks and then go suck a lemon. He wasn’t a people-pleaser.

Disappearing into the Underground, Chris skimmed his gaze over the interior of the place, taking in the grand changes. He was mildly impressed, not all that much since he’d been expecting it. Rich person. Had the resources. Hello. Why wouldn’t she go all out for her eighteenth party? The place was sort of transformed for the better though.
Leaving his jacket at the door, he sought out the birthday girl with his eyes, only then noting that she was ‘sandwiched’ by two guys. Not sandwiched per se, being as they were just talking to her. But whatever. He wouldn’t disturb her though, being as his presence was probably only necessary for affirmative action. After all, he was the black sheep so to speak. The odd one out of all the rich socialites. He didn’t care though. Not in the least.

Turning the rectangular package in his hand, which had been neatly covered in red wrapping paper, he walked towards the area where the gifts were being placed. Compared to the rest of the presents she would be receiving, his was indeed the cheapest, but what was he to do on his salary? He wasn’t about to empty his pockets on her. That wasn’t Chris…
Inside the box was an intricate silver bracelet, upon which two miniature charms in the shape of a fast vehicle, dangled. It wasn’t just symbolic of her name, but showed that he’d remembered their conversation, and how she’d shared with him her like of fast cars. He couldn’t buy her a human-sized one, so he went for the next best thing. A small card was attached to the box, the words ‘Happy B-day Cede.
Chris.’ written upon in a neat, small print.
It was simple. It was…Chris.

Moving away from the table, he went and sat down at a random table, having not seen the one with the card and their names upon it. He stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankles, taking in the festivities through an unreadable expression.

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[Ant & Ash Conan]

Sure he might not be Cede's best friend.. Or Hell even a friend but he showed up anyway. He looked at the birthday card in his hand. He thought it was funny complaining about everything that happened in a line at a store, and in the end saying he had stolen it. Anyway. At the bottom he had signed the card with a big 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY'. With him he carried a present, a small one. He didn't know what she would like so he just got her a necklace. He hoped she liked Sapphires for in the middle of the necklace was just that. Three of them the middle one being the biggest. Anyway. Antony's hair was combed all nice, well it was better than it normally looked but it was still messy spiked up normally in the front and combed down some in the back. He wore well, a dress shirt, it was pink, hot pink to add color to what seamed to be just black and white. Over the shirt he had on a black and hot pink tie that was striped diagonally. Over that was a blazer. Oh, how uncomfortable our boy was in that suit. Anyway. It was just a black, two buttoned blazer. On his legs were dress pants and on his feet were black dress shoes polished to a shine. He sighed and stepped down the stairs and looked around for anyone at all he knew.