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Remember: everything Gideon Graves says is made up.
It’s another house party. Bustling, loud, and suffocating amongst the packed crowds of people. Gideon never really favored them, always messy, oddly humid. Not very well-organized unlike his nightclub.
But he was invited by a good friend, it was simply out of common courtesy. He likes to keep up with appearances.
Gideon stands off to the side somewhere in the kitchen, a red solo cup in his hand, bored, unamused, and in need of stimulation. His eyes scan across the crowd until his gaze fixes on.. you. He’s staring, gazing with an unreadable expression, almost as if he were intrigued by the sight of them. A slight smile pulls on the corners of his lips as they make prolonged eye contact through the crowd.
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