who ? andrew kirke and aisling astor when ? yesterday (sorry) where ? the panquake house and then the royal ascot what ? aisling's taking andrew to a proper party (she's taking him to the fucking races) warnings ? uncomfortable levels of poshness? status ? active
Aisling liked the races. She preferred them in the summer, mostly because people were required to dress nicer and you tended to get a better crowd since many people left Britain during the cold winter months. Nonetheless, Aisling had no doubt that it would be a good race today, still plenty of people to mingle with. Plenty of people who knew Aisling, due to her surname if nothing else. Thankfully, majority of them were too rude to outright ask what she was doing with her life now that she wasn't with the Philharmonia Orchestra, but that, too, was part of the game. When one attended a lot of events with the type of people Aisling did, one quickly learned how to be extremely passive aggressive in ones answers to passive aggressive questions.
She hadn't bothered to let her parents know that she intended to attend this weekend, mostly because they were highly unlikely to be there; Aisling's mother hated the cold. There would still probably be at least some cousins there, the pool of people that Aisling wasn't related to in one way or another in that sort of society was rather small. Still, she was looking forward to it. The problem now was just to convince Andrew that he could also have fun at the races.
"Andrew, are you ready?" She called out knocking on his door exactly 20 minutes before they had to leave, he had, after all, said he would be ready 20 minutes early. She, herself, was dressed less casually than for the summer races, but all that really meant was that Aisling was wearing a thicker dress, her coat in hand.