Oliver was annoyed.
Annoyed beyond belief.
The aura of doom, which he was emitting, kept the other guests at his parents party well away from him. And who was the cause of all this?
Gene.
Oliver's twin. The friendly, out-going one of the two. The flirtatious twin.
Oliver looked towards where Gene was standing, surrounded by a bunch of raunchy girls, all giggling and batting their eyelashes at him. Gene himself looked like he was having fun, and had a smile for each and every one of them.
He sipped at his champagne and peeked at Oliver over the rim of his champagne flute. Oliver. Boy, did he look pissed. Probably mad at being ignored, Gene mussed silently. He noted how the other guests were giving his twin a wide berth, and sighed.
One of his fan girls noticed and immediately started whining about Gene being bored around them, before proceeding to flirt shamelessly with him. Gene saw Noll roll his eyes and grip the stem of his champagne flute harder than necessary.
He smiled at the cute sight of his twin becoming agitated and jealous over being ignored, and decided- just for the fun of it- to annoy him a little more. Of course, no harm would come from it to the guests. Noll would control himself, if only to avoid being subjected to Martin's disappointment and Luella's nagging. After all, they were celebrating one of BSPR's biggest breakthroughs in psychic phenomenon, at the institution itself. So it won't be too bad to push Noll a little bit.
Grabbing hold of the girl closest to him, Gene walked her to the dance floor and twirled her around, constantly peeking at Oliver over her shoulder.
Oliver himself had no idea that Gene was watching him. All he could see was how Gene totally ignored him, and showered his attention on some bit- girl . He could help but notice how good Gene and the girl looked together.
Feeling his Chi levels spike, he hastily forced them back down using the Qigong techniques that Lin had taught him. Once calm, he opened his eyes, and felt as if someone had dealt him a blow in his solar plexus. There, right in the middle of the dance floor, was Gene. Kissing the girl.
