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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bryony and Rich
Richard was a skilled negotiator. He knew the small tells, the little signs as different thoughts went through someone's mind. Although it was a little strange that she would begin to show interest when he mentioned racing and then fade to that look of disinterest that passed for politeness in the upper crust. Why would she try to cover interest; what was the game this time? And, all in all, did it matter?

He shrugged slightly. "The place, the time, I understand." He didn't really. He'd been raised in the tradition of the British Stiff Upper Lip. Never let them sweat, never let them see you cry. And it seemed there were things bothering Bryony as well as Marcus. "With time, I'm sure he will be." Rich shook his head. "Not now, thank you. I really can't stay much longer."