Re: shiloh & harlow ; on the patio By the time he found her on the patio, he had two drinks in his hand. He wasn't entirely sure what they contained, but did it truly matter? They smelled sweet, and he suspected she would be the type of person who would like such things. Personally, Shiloh cared very little what intoxicated him, so long as he was intoxicated. Tonight was no exception, and he smiled widely as he approached her. He still smelled of drink on the breath, but he'd wiped the white powder from beneath his nose between doorway and patio.
He was not at all impressed with the wealth of this house. He'd grown up somewhere far grander, far more important, and even the street this house was on was named after his summer home. Lands End, and Mother had refused to let them spend time with any of the local rabble, but she'd been very much in favor of naming the road around the lake after her own abode. Mother liked her name being splashed on papers and in the news, though Shiloh suspected her last grand bow had not been as intended.
No matter. He was high, and he was drunk, and he was here to cause trouble. The town seemed determined to hate him, which he took inordinate pleasure in having accomplished in so short a time, and he was going to prove everyone right this evening.
But enough of that. He smiled widely, held one of the drinks out to her and her daydream dress, and bowed with only a bit of drink spilled upon the ground.