miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
Miles had listened and watched through Audrey’s explanatory lecture in admirable silence, but with a growing expression of pure, unbridled skepticism. Summoning a ghost? And more horrifyingly, keeping salt water sloshing around in his mouth for thirty whole minutes?
“You mean I can’t speak at all?” the mime asked, dumbfounded. “Well, that takes all of the fun right out of it. How can you ever expect me to give up the chance to regale you lot with my most excellent wit and conversation and effortless stylings of—” His rambling tirade was interrupted by someone in the dim, decaying foyer delivering a sharp elbow to his ribs. Miles rolled his eyes, staggering a bit then clutching his bottle of wine protectively. Why was he even here in the first place? Arielle and Audrey seemed to possess the singular ability to talk him into harebrained schemes, liberally aided by how fucking soused he was tonight.
He cast a sidelong look at the other men in the room. At least he and Hier seemed to be on the page in this regard: both drunk, both surly. The last one, however...
“Pleased to meet you, by the by,” he said suddenly, swiveling to face the only person he didn’t know – the mage – and extending a hand. “Baines. Miles Baines. Actor extraordinaire. Not so much with the singing, though, that’s Arielle’s purview.” He gave an aimless wave towards the other bard, and then retreated back to his bottle.