[closed, for alex]

[fairywren]

It's been a solid couple of weeks since the beach party, so when Wren runs into Alex as the charity gala winds down, it doesn't feel too over the top to remind him he's still invited over for trading music and stories.

"This weekend, maybe," he says, and gave him an innocent look over his glass, "--unless you also have a quarter million you're planning on dropping on a date with someone, in which case I'd completely understand being occupied."

Now, he's just hanging out, lazily layering loops of guitar and synth into a background wash of music, watching Inari growl at shadows in the corner. Maybe he'll open up some wine later. Depends on what happens; he's not too worried about it.

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[sirenstoryteller]

When he ran into Wren at the charity gala, Alex was very glad the invite had been re-extended. He was used to many things said for the sake of being polite to a senator's son, so it was nice to be reminded that Wren wasn't one of those.

Especially after Will's embarrassing display at the action over Corrine. He may have listened to the results with his head in his hands. In fact, he'd only looked up when Wren had spoken and the innocent look at made him stare before he'd flushed a deep red. "No...I leave that to my idiot brother." There were other things he'd wanted to say but for once, he didn't trust his words.

So this was how he found himself on Wren's doorstep, a bag in hand. He'd wanted to bring something and food had proved too complicated. For one, he didn't know Wren's preferences and two, that seemed far to much like a date. Instead, he'd settled on a bottle of white and red from his father's cellar. It seemed like a neutral enough gift for a night of music and storytelling.

Taking a deep breath, Alex knocked on the door and waited.