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Lord Tobias Hurst, Duke of Devon (lord_hurst) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-08-08 21:41:00

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Lord Hurst: A Ball In His Honour
Item: An invitation sent out by Lord Hurst to many of those in the upper portion of society
Who: Lord Hurst on behalf of Sergius Petrov
Warnings: TBA
Open to: All of the nobility, friends of the Hurst family, those being blackmailed by Sergius, plus Constance, Slater, and Harry.

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vivianthorpe
2008-08-09 08:58 pm UTC (link)

Vivian blinked, a little caught off-guard by someone talking to her, especially someone with such an accent. She turned and focused on him, listening close to his words in order to catch them all. Once he'd stopped, she looked down at her own glass, then hocked back the rest of the champagne in a rather classless way, if she was honest with herself. "A drink would be lovely, thank you." She tried to make herself sound as posh as possible without it sounding forced.

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jacques_belmont
2008-08-09 09:27 pm UTC (link)

Jacques blinked. Well, the English did love to drink. He himself had been to a number of English dinners where the supremely British prediliction for toasts and responses bored him witless. The men toasted whatever came to mind when the ladies were there, and continued on with even more vigor after the ladies had left. Jacques was now convinced it was all an excuse for the men to drink, not any mark of politesse.

"Bien." He kept his accent firmly in hand on the switch back to English. "Would you care for more champagne then... Mademoiselle...?"

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mrslater
2008-08-10 06:11 am UTC (link)

"I think she's got more than enough barmen at her service, Monsieur." Slater sidled up to the two of them, fully groomed and in his best attire. Nobody would ever guess that this man was the overlord of underground London, the leader of the South Bank just by looking at him. A few faces in the area certainly appeared to recognise him but Slater ignored them for the moment. He didn't bother changing his voice - if the poshies didn't like it that was their problem - and so when he spoke he was gruff but with an air of utmost control. "Still, if you're going to grab a few glasses bring me one as well, would you? Can't socialise when the throat's turned to sandpaper."

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vivianthorpe
2008-08-10 07:37 am UTC (link)

As Slater arrived, a smile settled itself on Vivian's face; he was looking rather smart, so she was proud to be there with him, plus he was someone she knew. So she wasn't standing there alone, looking entirely out of place. "Darling," She greeted, stepping a little closer to him and kissing his cheek before looking sideways at Jacques. "Champagne, yes, thanks. You're very kind." She looked back at Slater then, leaning in to talk into his ear, so only he could hear. "Am I looking alright tonight? I wondered, you know, I want you to be proud of me..."

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	jacques_belmont 2008-08-10 09:38 am UTC (link)
	Jacques gave another bow. "Of course, citoyen." He turned and rolled his eyes, but snagged three glasses of champagne. At least he could get out of dancing. "Here you are, mademoiselle, citoyen. I am Jacques Belmont, from the French Embassy. And you are?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mrslater
2008-08-10 09:49 am UTC (link)

Slater smiled when Vivian kissed him, snaking a subtle arm around her waist to give her a small squeeze before he patted her behind. "You look beautiful. I could never be anything less. The pick of the party," he beamed, before his attention was caught by alcohol and he took the champagne gratefully.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mister Belmont. To those who do not know me, I am Mister Slater. Slater to those who do. What have you been dragged here for this evening?"

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vivianthorpe
2008-08-10 10:03 am UTC (link)

When she felt him touch her behind, Vivian smirked, her cheeks flushing a little at his compliments. Slater's approval meant a lot to her, and her arm slid around the back of his shoulders gently. "Thank you, darlin'... you're not looking so bad yourself. I love it when you get all nice and smart... almost as much as I love you when you're all gruff and filthy." Her words were murmured into his ear, and she chuckled to herself, before turning to take her own champagne. "Thanks ever so much, Monsieur." And taking a long sip.

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jacques_belmont
2008-08-10 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Jacques's smile became noticeably more forced at the display of physical affection. Granted, these were commonplace in France and generally Jacques approved of passionate handclasps or kisses on the hand on cheek, but this was a little much even for his Rousseauian sensibilities. Escape, escape!

"You are quite welcome. I, ah... I am 'ere to represent France." He ruefully tugged on his tricolor sash. "I do not do my homeland credit, I am afraid. You are London inhabitants?"

Jacques sorted through his dwindling fund of small talk. Two or three more questions and he could bolt.

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