Cesare does not have Evie's vote. She's long since promised hers to Jean-Claude. She cannot, unfortunately, vote for a Borgia in good faith. Of course, that doesn't stop her from going to the party. It's always good to see what sort of things are going on, and truthfully, she's a bit bored right now.
So yes, Evie's going out of her free will.
She works the room, talking when necessary, but mostly keeping her ear to the ground. She wants to make sure there's no turmoil in their new political climate, keep on top of things. And she was quite content to do that, before she notices Cesare. Usually he'd be talking up a storm, but he's reserved. At his own party.
With a glass of wine in one hand, Evie waits for the opportune moment, and approaches him. "It seems vampires will never tire of a good party." She pauses. "Congratulations on your nomination."
Cesare nods, gaze focused out and on to the room as he takes a swig of his wine, wine that he hasn't left unattended since it was poured for him.
"Thank you..." He looks to Evie to check who exactly he's talking to, too distracted up until now. "Ms Fry," he adds with a small, forced smile for added cordiality. "I am hoping your attendance at this party means I have your vote."
"I'm undecided," she lies carefully. It doesn't do well to get yourself kicked out of a party immediately. "Jean-Claude is a close friend." She smiles at Cesare, because surely he can understand that, right?
Cesare doesn't answer her question and just laughs wryly instead, sipping some more of his wine and rolling his eyes. That much is an answer enough.
"Jean-Claude is a power hungry snake," he responds, harsher than he otherwise would have been. Cesare is an honest type of guy, but normally not that honest.
The sharp honesty catches Evie off guard, and she takes half a step back. Shit, she silently curses herself. She should know better than that. But the vitriol in Cesare's voice is clear.
"D'you suppose there's a reason he's letting there be an election, then?" She asks carefully, having recovered with a sip of wine. He easily could have appointed himself to the Night Council. But he was letting there be a free and fair election. She liked to think that spoke mountains about their new leader.
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So yes, Evie's going out of her free will.
She works the room, talking when necessary, but mostly keeping her ear to the ground. She wants to make sure there's no turmoil in their new political climate, keep on top of things. And she was quite content to do that, before she notices Cesare. Usually he'd be talking up a storm, but he's reserved. At his own party.
With a glass of wine in one hand, Evie waits for the opportune moment, and approaches him. "It seems vampires will never tire of a good party." She pauses. "Congratulations on your nomination."
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"Thank you..." He looks to Evie to check who exactly he's talking to, too distracted up until now. "Ms Fry," he adds with a small, forced smile for added cordiality. "I am hoping your attendance at this party means I have your vote."
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"I trust your campaign has been going smoothly?"
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"Jean-Claude is a power hungry snake," he responds, harsher than he otherwise would have been. Cesare is an honest type of guy, but normally not that honest.
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"D'you suppose there's a reason he's letting there be an election, then?" She asks carefully, having recovered with a sip of wine. He easily could have appointed himself to the Night Council. But he was letting there be a free and fair election. She liked to think that spoke mountains about their new leader.