I'm taking back the crown
Noemi was doing her best to given him as little to work with as possible. After baiting him in reference to being stuck with her as a date, to which he'd replied like a gentleman thank you, their conversation hadn't gone too far. Apollo felt he'd given her plenty of opportunity to interject into the conversation, but of course Noemi hadn't done so. He'd spoken of trivial things, never one to give out overly personal information. Well, that was a bit of a lie, he was an oversharer at times, but not about things that mattered. Apollo didn't tell people about his hopes and dreams, about how difficult it was for him in school, how glad he was to never have to look at a textbook again. The reality of his life was far glamorous and he lived behind a facade of himself. Apollo had made himself into this person, this man he'd thought he was supposed to be and then a few years ago his father had all but told him he'd turned himself into a failure. To say that Apollo was bitter about the revelation was an understatement, but still there were things he just couldn't do. He couldn't resign, couldn't see that look of utter disappointment on his father's face should he turn his back on the empire the man had built. Apollo knew there were people better suited for this job, for the work he did, but his father was convinced that one day he'd grown into this. He doubted it. He and his father weren't anything alike, Apollo took mainly after his mother. There was no dreams of corporate succession or power in Apollo's head. He'd have been much happier just singing in front of the local bar crowd. That, of course, was a pipe dream. Aside from not wanting to be a total disappointment, he also wasn't sure if he even had it in him to start from the ground up and actually work for something. His life, while not what he dreamed or wanted, was quite comfortable. Leaving it would be one of the craziest things he could do and Apollo had done some awfully crazy things.
After thirty minutes of virtually making idle chit chat, they'd finally arrived to The Plaza. At least here he had the opportunity to talk about what was going on, introduce her to people and the like. Apollo had found that being stuck in a car with Noemi for thirty minutes had actually been a bit more nerve wracking than he'd originally anticipated. Usually he quite loved to talk about himself, but she wasn't exactly the sort of women who hung off his every word. She was polite, nodding when she was supposed to and acknowledging certain things, but she was decidedly different than anyone else he'd had to entertain for any length of time. He supposed he could have tried to pull a little more information about her out of her, but then again he wasn't all together sure he wanted all of that. The more he knew about her the more likely he was to become attached to her as ridiculous as the notion was. Apollo made it a point to know very little about most people save what they did for a living and where they liked to party. He was particularly invested in only a handful of people, Shaw at the top of that list. The more people you let into your life the easier it was to get hurt. Apollo wasn't a man who went out of his way to hurt others, but neither did he want his delicate feelings roughed up and oh, his feelings could be quite delicate.
Apollo had exited the car, offering Noemi his arm afterwards as he was supposed to. He wore a brilliant smile as they walked through, nodding and greeting people as they went. Surprisingly she didn't seem overly impressed with the grandour of the hotel, but then again who knew how long she'd been in the city. Perhaps she'd seen it before. The ballroom, however had impressed her that much he'd taken note of. Her grip on his arm had tightened ever so subtly, her eyes scanning the room as they took the stairs down. She was beautiful, especially when she didn't think anyone was looking. Of course, she had excellent timing in ruining moments. There's your father.
Apollo looked down at the petite woman on his arm as she turned her eyes up to him, obviously knowing that she'd pointed out exactly who he had no desire to schmooze with at the moment. "Fabulous."
He said with an edge of sarcasm to his voice, his grin never failing.
They made their way to his father then, Apollo greeting the man with a handshake. He hadn't hugged his father since his was young, perhaps since his mother's funeral as dark as that sounded. The elder Prince had never been one for public displays of affection, quite unlike Apollo. Adonis took Noemi's hand as well, giving it a small shake as well before turning to introduce both his son and her to the small crowd he'd been standing with. Apollo know half of them and the other half he didn't care to know. All businessmen, most either much older than himself or far more ambitious. Two of them were sons of others corporate moguls, men he'd partied with and watched do a great deal of questionable things. Apollo wasn't above blackmail and the two men both greeted him with tight smiles. They were good at what they did, too but unlike himself they had no problem stepping on people on their way to the top. Neither would ever get there if Apollo had anything to say about it, but for now at least they kept their faces out of his business if only because they didn't want him to air their dirty laundry.
Apollo let the conversation in the group run for about ten minutes which honestly was quite a bit longer than usual. He was on his best behavior this evening, though of course it wasn't for anyone's benefit but his own. "As much as we'd love to stay and discuss current state of affairs, I do believe there's a party going on?"
Apollo stated with a grin. A man beside him laugh heartily, clapping him on the back even as his father narrowed his eyes at him. Right he is!
the man, someone who had almost as much wealth and power as his own father, said as he adjusted his jacket. The crowd agreed, most dispersing in order to dance, find a drink, or to hide out until they could escape. Adonis had turned, but took Apollo's arm in his hand, leaning in close. Stay out of trouble and don't act a fool.
His words were spoken low and Apollo turned to look at his father. He gave a little bow of his head, not letting the man's words affect his smile. He pulled his arm from Adonis' fingers. "Words to live by."
He said sardonically. With that exchange he'd reoriented himself and escorted Noemi towards the bar. He thought about getting completely trashed, but shelved the idea. For now, anyway. "Anything for you?"
he asked Noemi before getting himself a double shot of vodka. He knocked it back as soon as it was set before him, flipping the shot glass and sliding it back with a irritated little sigh, the only suggestion that he was irritated at all. His smile was already back and he'd declined a second drink before returning his attention to Noemi. "Quite the business mogul, my father. To answer your question, yes. He's always been that warm and loving."
He said with a little chuckle, knowing she most likely hadn't been itching to ask said question, nor did she probably even care. Apollo was a fat pay check to her, not that he didn't think that was the best way to think of the whole situation, but at least it made it so she had to pretend to at least remotely care for a few hours.
⚔ NOEMI C. VIDAL ⚔