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Elsie~
He entered the ballroom alone, eyes scanning the area before making a beeline to the bar. Elliot nodded and excused himself gruffly through the crowd as he brushed the shoulders of the awfully rich and probably famous. St. Mungo's had done a lot for him and his family, however, so Elliot had actually found it easy to accept his sister's pleas to attend.

Elliot easily slung himself up onto one of the bar stools and quickly ordered his drink. He felt stuffy in his jacket, and had ditched his tie before he'd even walked through the ballroom's front doors. His hair had been combed to the side, but a great gust of wind had completely wrecked any attempt he'd made to look professional. He felt---good, however, and didn't mind that he may not be as dressed as he should be for such an event. He was here, he'd donated what he'd could, so what could anyone really say?

His drink arrived and after a quick swig he stirred the ice around the glass.

This night was starting off slow, hopefully it lived up to its expectations.