Slivin sighed heavily as the drunk hairy man grabbed the lapels of Slivin's suit and jerked him close, almost pulling him into the hot tub as well, a haze of alcohol invading his nostrils when he exhaled, "M-my lad, yous are the most p-prettiest person I've ever m-met with such a c-crappy upbringing.." Slivin winced at the shrill giggle the man produced before he went on, " 'Specially as a waiter."
Slivin sighed inwardly, and asked politely "Sir, you're drooling, might I offer you a Kleenex?"
He hissed as the man attempted to haul him into the pool, frantically digging his Conversed heels into the wet tile, fighting against the slickness under his feet.

"Father, let the poor man go." a female voice purred as the drunk man abruptly let go of Slivin's waist, and Slivin glanced up to see his savior, and felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of her.
Waist length black braids spilling down her back, bronze skin with a hint of the reflecting blue from the water, full lips, wryly smirking down at him from below clear gray eyes.

Slivin gratefully clasped her hand when she reached out her hand to help him up, and he greedily drank in other details he had missed about her in the first sweep of eyes, noticing the clingy black cocktail dress, the fact that she was barefoot with nothing but a toe ring, and the way she only stood 2 inches shorter then himself, putting her around six feet tall.

~Ophelia Asker~

Asker's mouth twitched in her effort not to break into a wide smile at the redhead that she had just rescued from the clutches of her father, admitting to herself that her father did have good taste, and she mused to herself judging the way the redhead had struggled, he was probably straight.

She said with a lilt of amusement, "My name is Ophelia Asker, though I prefer to be called by my last name. Yourself? "

"My name is Slivin Cadovore, and does your dad do that to every waiter he comes across?" Slivin asked with a grin and a spark of answering amusement in his clear brown eyes, and Asker took the moment to take in the ghostly white scars that peeked out above his white collar, pale orange freckles dotted across all the skin that she could see, crimson hair pulled tightly back in a ponytail.

Asker slipped a hand through the crook of his arm, and had to bite back a smile at the way Slivin straightened up, and regarded the party with a exaggerated regal air, crooning to her, "Asker, shall we abandon these overly educated fiends to their martinis and groping?" She smiled up at him and curved into his side when his arm slipped around her waist like they had known each other forever, and purred back at him, "Yes we shall.


Tugging him off to the back of the house, feeling Slivin's arm loosely coil around her hips as they dangled their legs into the warm pool water after Slivin had kicked his Converse sneakers off along with his socks, then shoving up his pants legs.
Asker wordlessly rolled onto her back, resting her head on Slivin's lap, and stroked the underside of his jaw, following a long skinny scar, and asked quietly, "How did you get all these scars?"