Starter: Wren to Alexei ( @xbeautifulmonsters ) Location: Valentine yacht

Damn there was money in this city (not that Wren was without money, despite the fact that the clueless shifter had zero fucking idea of that) she often wondered if you counted up everyone's wealth, how ridiculous it would actually be. As thoughts of extravagant wealth and energy were felt, a thought that came and went as quickly as Wren's patterned eye-rolls towards those men, woman, and anyone in-between that didn't stand a chance, a certain face managed to catch her wandering hues. "He doesn't call, he doesn't text, not even a romantic letter like the ones Victoria and Albert used to write to one another." there was no stopping Wren once eyes had settled upon a target, especially one's who's eyes begged to be copied. "Fancy meeting you here again, and yes, I'd love a drink."