[Dorian Gray and Daryl Dixon absolutely no love for each other. The two were cut from wholly different cloths and rose to their nearly equivalent stations entirely devoid of crossed paths. It was only when Daryl's call as an investigator into the corruption accusations surrounding the private security firm known as RISE that either were made aware of the other. Dorian should have, perhaps, been on Daryl's radar due to his most privileged of positions as a Lord of Heropa, but Daryl had never cared for mingling over-long with any of the inheritance crowd. Having earned his position through hard work, he was rather fond of looking down his nose at those who hadn't now that he was their equal. Or, in the case of some, their superior.]

I hadn't thought to attend myself.

[Though his words were perfectly cultured, his accent still danced lightly around each syllable. No love he may have had, but he could still play the part of politeness society dictated. And truthfully, he had a soft spot in his heart for Dorian's husband. Lord Tobias, having become a dear friend of Daryl's over the last couple months, was, perhaps, Gray's only redeeming quality.]

Plays aren't really my cup of tea. Much prefer a quite ride along the riverfront. Lets me watch the world that doesn't think it needs so much watching.


[ooc: because clearly I need a reason to put him in this ICly]