Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
Dietre only drank during social situations, and it was usually wine. He was not very familiar with cocktails, but he found the drink Hugh gave him was not so bad. He sipped at, appreciating the happy, satisfied look on his friend’s face.
“I would say it was a success,” he said of the party. Definitely more than ‘okay’. Then again, what did he know? He was just going by how many people showed up and the amount of smiles he’d seen. As far as he could tell everyone had enjoyed themselves. “I hope Zee got to meet some people.” It felt big of him to be able to wish her well despite the fact she may be his rival.
“Work was enjoyable, as always. I was worried I would get here too late.” He was starting to think he was going to have to learn to drive. “I played Chopin, of course. And Satie… A bit of Liszt, Debussy… I’m not sure if you’d know the pieces by name if I told you.” This was not meant as a dig, he didn’t fault Hugh for his ignorance of classical music. The man could learn, and Dietre would be happy to teach.
Dietre perked up at Hugh saying he needed a piano, bright eyed. “You do.” He couldn’t help but sound excited at the thought. Was it greedy to want another piano to have access to? Maybe. And for it to be at Hugh’s home? That’d be too good to be true. His smile turned teasing. “I’m surprised you don’t have one already. Every mansion should have a piano. You should know that, Hugh.”
His head cocked. Play him something? “Color me intrigued. Will it be music?” It could be a movie. Dietre would be happy with either.