Harry and Eward Have a Friendly Drink Subject: A Drink or Three Where: The Mountford-Miles family home, London Who: Harry Fisher Warnings: NC-17 Open to: Eward Mountford-Miles and the M-M household.
He'd seen Eward at the Salon, although not exchanged anything more than nods most of the time, and that was unlike Eward. The man had insulted someone loudly or made an obvious pass at any of the women, that Harry had noticed, anyway, far too busy making his own passes at the hostess.
And so now he was making sure that Eward was alright. He had seemed out of sorts, and Harry could hardly imagine anything that could qwell the man's enormous personality. If it wasn't an impersonator, then something was clearly wrong.
He broke in via the small, open window in the scullery, and made his way through the undecorated corridor, until he came across a servant. The maid, Kitty. "Where is he?" He asked her, noting that her blouse was fastened today, too. Very unusual. The girl nodded towards the drawing room, and that's where Harry headed.