An Open Invite

[Lady Grace]

Grace tilts her head as she watches Jacques drink from the spout of the tea pot, 'cultural......he'll be fine'

"Elder Serivus what a kind invitation,"

She looks around for a empty seat to move into the table.
"Elder Beaufort, Elder Aurelia I would join if you wish to play?"

[L .]

Aurelia backhands Jean Jaques in one standing motion, her lips drawn back over lengthening fangs. She’s stood in a snap of outrage.

“Neh! Excuse you?!”

Wet spittle flies as canines gnash down on open air.

[Laurence]

Laurence slips quietly into the room, his expression dark. He notes Jean's display and for a moment a pulse of irritation spikes in his aura.

"Elders, Primgoen, Miss Audley. It's a pleasure to see you all looking so healthy tonight."

He bows to each group as he mentions them, the bow growing a fraction less deep with each decrease of social rank. It's clear to the perceptive or not inebriated in the room that Laurence is complelty sober. For a long moment his eyes settle on Grace's back before he moves forward to claim a chair with a good view of the central table.

[alanwrotethis]

Niketas looks over at Jean-Jacques with shock, quickly turning to anger when Aurelia stands and strikes him.

"Oh for- you imbecilic, disrespectful-"

He stands.

"You do not get to treat the gifts of an elder in such a dismissive and selfish way, neonate. Show the basic courtesy of your pedigree and stop crossing thresholds uninvited!."

He turns to Ancilla Grace, exasperated, turns back.

"Your recent dilemma is no damned excuse, you seem to be indulging in some tragic, Quixotic fantasy with yourself as the lead... fucking stop before you get yourself or someone close to you killed..."

Niketas reaches out for the teapot, ready to snatch it from Jean-Jacques if necessary.

[Lady Grace]

Grace blinks then turns on her heel to Jean Jacques.

"You will apologise, extensively"
"NOW,"
She glowers at Jean Jacques suddenly very sober indeed.

[Jean-Jacques]

Jean-Jacques having already replaced the teapot before being struck, stands briefly stunned by the reaction, a sobers rapidly at the various responses.

He faces Grace, and then bows deeply to Aurelia,

“My sincere apologies for going beyond the invitation and partaking in abject aversion to your traditions Elder Aurelia, I find myself in gratitude once more for the lessons in etiquette you present, as such might I offer a trivial boon for the dishonour I have wrought and for the education you have provided?”

He remains bowed slightly, his head a blur of brandy and newly arrived influence of the tea searching the corners of his psyche

[Lady Grace]

Grace turns away from Jacques leaving him bowed to the floor and turns to face Elder Aurelia and Elder Dukes.

"This lapse, is unforgivable from my Childer and of course his wits have not yet returned to him from his actions followed by that statement."

She blows to them.
"Accept a Minor boon from myself but some lesson here needs to be learnt to curb this behaviour otherwise we shall never permitted to appear in public again."

"Please, you might suggest a object lesson that would satisfy you. ,"

[L .]

“Oh for asparagus sake,” Aurelia snarls, her feathers settling as she draws herself upright, like an ired cat.

But she lowers her hand, empty, at her side. And stands stewing in a mood as her Beast subsides.

“You would turn up at wedding and smash face into cake too, eh? Perhaps turn up in my bed and fall on my lover’s cock? Have you no decency? Even at a party we are still observing some, or we are just animals! Even Durham would not take all for himself you hungry donkey.”

“ Fine, fine. I accept your trivial, but what do you think you are doing? What if that had been my teapot?”

Aurelia pauses at Grace’s addition. She exhales an explosive sigh. Waving her hand, “Non... non it is all right. It is the height of presumption on his part but even as his Primogen he is not your responsibility neh. Well. Not to this extent. No matter. You -“ she levels a finger at Jean. “Find me another pot that has not had your mouth on it. Kitchen is in east wing. Go, clean this while you are at it.”

She wags a gesture to the hostage pot. “I will have to make more now, and I had only just sat down to relax. Bring hot water.”

[Jean-Jacques]

Jean-Jacques picks up the pot and disappears out of the room, without so much as a glance behind him he disappears into the farther reaches of the house.

[alanwrotethis]