“No question about it,” agreement met the dazzling surface of proper champagne as Dany doused her criticisms in buttery drink. From the Champagne region of Spain, twice fermented sparkling wine fit all the criteria earning right to bear prestigious label, though what brand she’d not bothered to learn beyond pointing to a menu and ordering the cheapest glass. Dany could hardly afford the lavish berries floating in her cocktail let alone the high-end bevvie so smooth and refreshing and dangerously easy to drink. Were money not a consideration, she’d not hesitate to squander it on an entire bottle all to herself for luckily, unlike Robb’s boyfriend - whom she’d never lump into the aforementioned snobbish class of elitist bullshit - one glass of alcohol didn’t make her panties magically fall off; that bit of sorcery usually only occurred after the fifth or sixth round.
“It’s all predatorial. A ‘My wallet’s bigger than your dick’ competition; they smell poverty like a dog smells fear.”
That earned more chuckles between outcasts, for it really was a jungle, their private clubhouse reserve.
From observational vantage point end of the patio’s largest, most august table, Robb and Dany could see and name each of the animal kingdom’s more effective species. Younglings akin to pack-minded hyenas crowded round a table in the sunshine, nearest to the escape routes, chatting and cackling - respectfully, of course - amongst their teenage peers. The elder generation blue-hairs seemed to group together, as well, seeking refuge in arbor’s shade like a family of wrinkled, grey elephants. Dany pointed to and correctly identified several strutting peacocks who, like Jon, wore waistcoats and flat caps but none so successfully as the true English gents with which they dined. Tiger-like hotshots and oil-slicked panthers preened and flashed their fancy coats form of pricey jewels, designer handbags, understated camouflage quite pointedly donned for the purpose of making a statement. Lastly came the lions. With their regal demeanours, elegant in precise movements and large, gentle smiles but with every chair pulled out for a woman, every round of drinks or hors d'oeuvres ordered for the table they staked their claim. Pissed over property and dug claws into tree barks, subtly marking the corners of their domain.
“It’s really quite fascinating. And, ohh! More-so in a minute, here come the players... Think they’ll get eaten?”