Trying to Get Home

[Anton]

"Cheers, Dad."

Relieved, Anton hurries to leave but draws up short when he sees Jean Jaques is already in front of him, heading for the door. The Malkavian's aura floods with disgust, but Anton says nothing, falling several steps behind so as not to bump into the other neonate.

[Lucius Servius]

With the neonates excused Lucius turns to answer Daciana’s hanging question.

“Please correct me if I have mistaken Prince Uriah's words, but I assumed the Prince was referring to the unusual evens of nights previous. Events that were witnessed at an event you organized.” Again Lucius shrugs as though the matter were of no concern. "Am i mistaken Prince Uriah?"

[Uriah]

Uriah regards Lucius.
"Indeed you are not mistaken, these things are common knowledge. That Mithras' Cup disrupt our combined event so, one that I myself was nominally hosting!" the hurt in his voice, while almost certainly for effect, this time sounds utterly sincere.
"And as it was intended to be a celebration of our newfoud friendship." a performance worthy of hamlet.
"but alas, I am sure that such actions will be addressed. I thank you Elder, in your conscientious drive to bring these facts to light."
He turns to Daciana, still just as seriously but with none of the hurt and elaboration.
"It was a cup you see, supposed to be blessed in some manner. After Mithras begged for the celebration being that of Lupercalia he demanded the cup be there for some kind of traditional reason. Little did I know of course."
He leaves that sentiment deliberately and tantalisingly hanging infront of the court gossip-monger.

[alanwrotethis]

Niketas closes his eyes. A cynic might say that he was narrowing them.
"I have heard conflicting accounts about the night. Such a lamentable mess."

[Storyteller]

From outside comes a high-pitched, stressed noise, perhaps a shout or cry out - muffled fast. To auspexers thereafter, is the sound of a scuffle.

[alanwrotethis]

"Oh for-profit KEANE!"
Niketas exits the main door.

[Posh-Tim]

Enraptured by Uriahs performance is snapped out in an instant by the noises outside. His already jittery state lends him to jumping up out of his seat, grabbing the stick that was propped against it and hurling himself at the door with abandon. He doesn't stop to think about making leave with the other Elders. Dashing out directly behind Dukes almost to careen into him.

[Lady Grace]

Grace has been preferring silence more and more.
She watches Dukes and Keene rush out.
'Who was outside, who was missing.
Hells teeth! Anton and Jacques!'

She shakes her head, her thoughts spoken out loud as the ability to control them was long gone,
"NO, not this time.
I won't save him this time.
I'm sorry to you all and good night.
I will discipline him tomorrow"

Her internal voice again, where is the rage? What had the cup taken from her?
This night is already too long, Too much. I can't do this any more.

Grace makes it to turning her back on the room before the tears begin to fall again, as she leaves the room to head to some privacy to be alone with her thoughts and keep her meltdown away from public view.

[Laurence]

Laurence slowly rises from his seat.

“Prince Uriah, Elders, Miss Audley, Mr Blint. I intend to step outside for a breath of air before retiring. But I wish to thank one and all for a pleasant gathering on top of what was already a very interesting night.”

As he states each group, Laurence gives a bow, the deepest going to Uriah then lessening with each decrease on the social ladder. With that, he turns and follows after Grace, being in the doorway one moment before seeming to vanish from the spot.

[Uriah]

Interrupted from his speech and interaction with Daciana, Uriah at first pauses waiting to see how others will react. He watches Dukes leave and Keane flee. Grace stands to leave and when Laurence looks to go with her Uriah's eyes snap to the front door.
As it appears that there will be no re-addressing the subject at hand his face turns stony. Focusing on the one remaining Brujah, Andross, he snaps;
"Well? Perhaps you would like to go play fisticuffs in the rain as well. Don't let us keep you. We will just have to try and maintain a modicum of decorum here in the meantime!"
It begins just below a shout and ends an angry hiss. Uriah's aura flares with a vivid irritation that gives way to the hint of something deeper, and a lot more potent, being kept hidden within.