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Jael didn’t say anything more to that, reaching out to try the finger food that Rosie had grimaced at earlier.
He instantly understood why she had, "Fuck, no wonder these bastards are so pissy all the time." He muttered.
Rosie anticipated his reaction so she handed him a napkin to spit out the bite-sized poison he had just ingested, a smile on her face. "Let’s sneak out in half an hour."
"Gladly," Jael grumbled wiping his lips. He couldn’t even get rid of the taste with alcohol because all they served was champagne.
"Think I could convince a server to sneak me a bottle of tequila from the back?"
Rosie eyed the flutes of light gold champagne, she preferred cocktails herself. "This event center is owned by one of those snotty socialites. If a server manages to sneak you one, they’ll take him out back and shoot him."
Jael more or less expected that, resigning himself to his lot. He half expected the time to drag on but Rosie was perfect company, her witty remarks matching his.
Half an hour passed in no time, and he was following Rosie’s lead. There was nothing sneaky about the way she strutted right across the event hall, heading for the side door.
Jael harmlessly followed behind her, eager to go back to FluxCorp where it was quiet and notably lacking several judgmental stares.
Rosie seemed to know exactly where she was going, and she did make an effort to be subtle by not walking right out the exit. Although with the both of them walking off to what seemed like where the restrooms were, he wouldn’t be surprised if it raised some eyebrows.
He didn’t get the time to dwell on that thought because a couple hallways down, he had to wrap an arm around Rosie’s waist and pull her up against him.