Agent Kyris in her 'drunk girl' guise melted away into the crowded ballroom, leaving a flustered Bette alone again with Baron Ketterzau.
"Gods, someone should speak to the bartenders about over serving the guests." She sipped her drink and tried put the incident out of her mind. "Sorry about that?"
Ketterzau waved it away with a gloved hand. He really was just as handsome as his posters claimed.
Small talk was awkward, but Bette plunged ahead and he was laughing about a stupid joke she'd made when all hell broke loose. Immediately her mind flicked back to the rally, years ago, with Chancellor Anar and the explosion -- Bette ducked as shots rang out, grabbing for a blaster that wasn't there.
Above her, plaster rained down as the chandelier rocked, and Bette grabbed Ketterzau's arm, yanking him forward and out of the way as the ornate light fixture fell to the ground.
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