Blake is still unsure what he's gotten into or how he got into it. He's also not sure that he's not crazy. This seems like the sort of thing that would come straight out of a crazy person's mind after all. Maybe all the long hours and running himself ragged have finally caught up to him. He'd be apt to believe that if everything didn't feel so real -- not to mention, crazy people don't think they might be crazy (that's part of what makes them crazy, right?). The townhouse has enough accommodations to suit him -- he hadn't had a fancy apartment in DC either. His cat was there, so at least he didn't have to worry about him.
However, the rest of this place felt a bit surreal. He's in a suit still, wandering around the market. Nothing in particular catches his interest and he's restless without the constant hustle of working in the State Department. He was going to have to find something to do with himself sooner or later because exploring is not his cup of tea. He picks up a random item from one of the stalls and makes an expression of distaste despite himself.
He doesn't know what it is but it doesn't look pleasant.
Party
It'd taken some talking himself up to it for Blake to show up at the party. He's not in a full suit but he is in a button up light blue shirt with a tie neatly settled at his neck. He has on dark blue slacks. There wasn't particularly any in between clothes that seemed suitable. Work out clothes and then garish ones of weird colors and designs that certainly would not work on him at all.
Blake's been to plenty of parties but this is one that he doesn't quite know what to do with himself at. He sticks close to the drinks, and tries to look open to conversation -- which is easier the more he drinks. You wouldn't catch him dead on the dance floor though.
Blake Moran | Madam Secretary
Getting Settled
Blake is still unsure what he's gotten into or how he got into it. He's also not sure that he's not crazy. This seems like the sort of thing that would come straight out of a crazy person's mind after all. Maybe all the long hours and running himself ragged have finally caught up to him. He'd be apt to believe that if everything didn't feel so real -- not to mention, crazy people don't think they might be crazy (that's part of what makes them crazy, right?). The townhouse has enough accommodations to suit him -- he hadn't had a fancy apartment in DC either. His cat was there, so at least he didn't have to worry about him.
However, the rest of this place felt a bit surreal. He's in a suit still, wandering around the market. Nothing in particular catches his interest and he's restless without the constant hustle of working in the State Department. He was going to have to find something to do with himself sooner or later because exploring is not his cup of tea. He picks up a random item from one of the stalls and makes an expression of distaste despite himself.
He doesn't know what it is but it doesn't look pleasant.
Party
It'd taken some talking himself up to it for Blake to show up at the party. He's not in a full suit but he is in a button up light blue shirt with a tie neatly settled at his neck. He has on dark blue slacks. There wasn't particularly any in between clothes that seemed suitable. Work out clothes and then garish ones of weird colors and designs that certainly would not work on him at all.
Blake's been to plenty of parties but this is one that he doesn't quite know what to do with himself at. He sticks close to the drinks, and tries to look open to conversation -- which is easier the more he drinks. You wouldn't catch him dead on the dance floor though.
Wildcard
[ Hit me with your best shot! ]