[Giovanni is here, of course, only as part of Sui-Feng's security detail, his superior 'off-duty' for the duration of the party, at least in the capacity she usually occupies. Whether one can ever be entirely considered 'off-duty' in the presence of such people as have received an invitation to this particular 'party' is a matter for debate, but whatever the case, he's here only as her silent shadow whilst she networks and socialises and keeps up appearances, never straying far from her side or at least from her general vicinity. More often than not with Julius - who is acting as official Handler whilst Sui-Feng plays Lady and member of the Nine - within close proximity, too.
And he may be a Dog, just a fancy piece of weaponry brought along more as a show of power and a dissuasion tactic more than anything else, but he's been told that his usual Cerberus Unit uniform won't do, that he has to blend in a little, look the part. As such, he's wearing a surprisingly expensive and well-tailored suit that Rhys may recognise, bright orange sunglasses obscuring his eerily-coloured eyes. And yet, despite that it's a far cry from his usual Company issue attire, he looks somehow more relaxed than he tends to, posture slinky and boneless and decidedly at ease. Even whilst standing close to the wall beside Julius as they keep a careful eye on their superior, currently engaged in a dance with one of the other party attendees.
He only takes his gaze away from her for a moment, and when he does it alights on a figure he recognises. And no he's not here to socialise, not here for the festivities in the same way the members of the Nine are, but nonetheless he flashes a smile at Rhys as he stands about wallflowering at the edges of the room.
Come over, why don't you? There's no rule against talking to the help.]
Gio, Julius, Rhys!
And he may be a Dog, just a fancy piece of weaponry brought along more as a show of power and a dissuasion tactic more than anything else, but he's been told that his usual Cerberus Unit uniform won't do, that he has to blend in a little, look the part. As such, he's wearing a surprisingly expensive and well-tailored suit that Rhys may recognise, bright orange sunglasses obscuring his eerily-coloured eyes. And yet, despite that it's a far cry from his usual Company issue attire, he looks somehow more relaxed than he tends to, posture slinky and boneless and decidedly at ease. Even whilst standing close to the wall beside Julius as they keep a careful eye on their superior, currently engaged in a dance with one of the other party attendees.
He only takes his gaze away from her for a moment, and when he does it alights on a figure he recognises. And no he's not here to socialise, not here for the festivities in the same way the members of the Nine are, but nonetheless he flashes a smile at Rhys as he stands about wallflowering at the edges of the room.
Come over, why don't you? There's no rule against talking to the help.]