He stormed into the hall, dressed in straight black pants, shoes matching the pants. Unlike most people, he didn't wear a suit jacket or a tie and simply wore his white, Italian shirt with the first two buttons undone. He had decided not to let his sleeves be rolled up to his elbow and instead wore a pair of dice cufflinks to keep the sleeves together. He tugged down on them, silently cursing the outfit and gazed around the room. Finding no one familiar, he stalked to the closest one and nodded to a chair. "Taken?" He asked one of the two people already seated there.
Roger turned to face the Fire Prince,"Oh not at all, please sit down," he offered a sheepish but elegant and warm smile at him before turning towards the girl, "Well, thank you for hosting this party, Ms. du Versailles. I appreciate the invitation."
"Nine o'clock to midnight. If you can't be bothered to enjoy yourself and not count the minutes, why are you here?" I ask, annoyed. He was under dressed and obviously wasn't that interested in being here.
"I still wanted to personally thank you," he smiled to Lucy before turning back to Nate, "Is Grace your sister, then? I haven't personally met her in person but I have heard she can definitely be charming," he complimented.
"Grace?" he asked as his eyes slid over to Roger and shrugged, "I suppose she would be charming, I think she's intriguing but I'm not so easily charmed," he said as his slid to the hall before back to Roger, "but I suppose for people like you she would be charming."
"I guess I wouldn't do anything," he smiled carefully as he blatantly rested an elbow on the table and then held his head in his hand, his eyes fixed with Nate's. "Just feel amused, I believe. You seem like you could have some great sense of humour."
He rose an eyebrow at Roger, taken by surprise slightly as he knew most people would have been annoyed with him at this point. He shrugged as he composed himself, "I'm not interesting, nor is there much to know."
He shot a grin at Roger, "original? I could call her honey bun, or honey pot, would you consider that original?" He asked then clicking his fingers, "how about 'the apple of my eye' or 'bees knees' or even 'bambi.'"
Getting furious, I stood up. "That. Is. Enough. If you can't be mature, I suggest you leave Prince Edan." A burning fire flickered in my eyes. I hadn't been loud enough to cause a commotion, but a couple others had flicked their eyes over at me in confusion before resuming their dinner conversations.
He nodded hesitantly to Nate's remark, "That is unfortunately true, Ms. du versailles. I want to be anything but inappropriate,, but I believe you should regain your composure. " he then turned to Nate, "And maybe you should try to be a little nicer to her. I don't care how you act towards me, though."
He shrugged as the server came over, "a glass of coke, thank you, and maybe a glass of water with ice for the lady," he said with a charming smile, "take it in your own time, we are in no hurry." With that the server walked away and Nate winked at Lucy, "I suggest you sit down, Ms. Du Versailles, you're causing a scene."
The alcohol already getting to him, he took yet another sip of his champagne and sighed in satisfaction. "You may be a bastard. But I suppose you are one of the best bastards around here Maybe my favorite bastard.... Between you and me, there are about 2 to 3 bastards attending this Ball." Roger said with a chuckle at the end of his phrase, and wrapping his arm around Nate's neck in a brotherly way.
"Whatttt?" He elongated the word on his mouth. "One time, I drank three bottles of good ole scotch. After that-" he furrowed his eyebrows, as if trying to grasp a memory," well, I don't recall what happened later, but I did drink there bottles. One cup of champagne is nothing..." He said lightheartedly, giggling along the way of his words.
As Nate said that, a trumpet sounded and the king announced, "Dinner is served!" As he did, dozens of servers entered the room with carts with plates of salad on them; the first course. "Finally. I was starting to get hungry." I comment.
Victoria finally arrived, but she was late. Her whereabouts could be seen as suspicious, especially since there was notable rashes all over her. She walked over to her brother's table and smirked. "Well if it isn't my baby brother." As of everyone else, she gave a small wave. She didn't need to introduce herself.
"I'm not an ass to her," he pointed out, "only to spoilt brats." He said, not really joking but put a facade on that he was before turning to Victoria, "why this table, you have four other tables to choose from and you choose mine."
"Spoiled brat?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "I"m anything but spoiled. I have a good life, but I've earned it. Meanwhile, you waltz in and act like everything is a big joke." I shoot back, the fire returning in my voice.
Spotting one last seat at table four, Scarlett decided to go over and take it. "Hi...." She said in a quiet tone as she sat down in the empty seat, her eyes wandering around the table to see if she recognized any of them.
"Oh please," I say rolling my eyes, "save your breath. I don't mess with boys." Contrary to what I had said, my heart had jumped a little when he had said that. Even though he was flirting, I had liked it.
"Yes there is! You keep almost blushing rom his relatively lame attempts to flirt and he keeps on spitting relatively-lame one-liners," he laughed. "Either way this is very entertaining." he brushed a tear off his eye from laughing.