Jean's eyes gorged on his surroundings, filling his belly with a familiar warmth. Ludovica's stylist was a creature after his own heart; whichever interior designer she had hired was clearly worth their salt, having produced a feast for the eyes matching his own expensive tastes. The young night and its chilling charms were nothing short of inspiring. At last, he had stumbled across his oasis. With hungry eyes, he approached his prey.
Cracking his neck with one hand and strumming on his cuff-links, Jean was finally able to declare his look complete. Perfectly teased hair. The finest suit Paris could provide. One emerald tie chosen from thousands. With one last wink in the window-turned-mirror, he was ready, very bit blue blooded aristocrat a diet of caviar and wine had raised.
It was about time his year kicked off.
"Aw-Right!" Jean cried, punching the sky as he walked, letting he words melt into the music "Le Fête is finally here! Lets dance this bitch into the ground!"
"Why the hesitation, moni ami? I'd expect a Princess to be a veteran of the party scene, no?" Jean echoed in disbelief, his eyes glassy and dazed. It was time to share some old Beaumontian wisdom: "We drink, we dance, we eat... then we pass out from one of the first two... That is the essence of 'the Party', and of life. I'm sure Plato would agree with me" Looking down from his thick soled shoes, Beaumont smiled, bowing slightly and gesturing towards the dance-floor invitingly "I'm sure you have a few secret moves up your sleeve for a situation like this, no?"
"Ah, things are hitting the ground already! And its only 7pm..." Jean laughed, gliding over the fruit table and throwing a stray grape or two into his mouth from a great height. "Lovely dress, by the way, mon ami. I'm just glad it managed to avoid a coating of juice"
"Ah, your kindness surfaces again, Angel! You truly have earned your namesake" Beaumont chuckled, patting his crouched roommate on the back in jest. "Your saintliness is making us all look bad, friend. Let me fill you a plate for your troubles..."
One phrase stuck out above all the others.
Alcoholic Beverage
Like a meerkat shooting its eyes towards a glimmer of danger, Jean found himself gliding into the heart Jekyll and Pyry's conversation, splitting his attention between Angel and these two new devils.
"I was thinking it was about time someone decided to take the kiddy gloves off and let things really get started, no? I mean, Almonds and Fruit cakes are all well and good, but for a last hurrah, we need something with a little kick, no?"
"Ah, mère always told me to stay away from pretty girls with strange potions" Jean teased, throwing yet another grape into his mouth and biting down hard. "But if the Doctor prescribes a little excitement, who am I to say no?"
"Ah, relax old friend!" Jean gave the Sheriff a light slap on the shoulder, brushing the lint from his jacket. "A stiff back will only crinkle your suit! This is a night for celebration; stress will only add years to the face and take years off your life. Relax, grab some of Rochelle's almonds and have a good night! I mean... no one had been kidnapped yet, right?"
Jean felt something tickle the back of his throat.
*Cough* Snitch *Cough*
Funny. The grapes must have been drying out his throat
Maybe he was coming down with something?
Either way, he wasn't about to let a burst of 'sickness' interfere with his damage control.
"Ah, don't listen to her, Aurelio, old pal. With all this music in the air, there's no way any of us could be certain as to what she said. Hell, even I could barely hear what the Good Doctor was saying. From where I was standing, it sounded like she said something about..."
Think. Think. Think.
"How much she loved the Medici's selection of nuts and cheeses? There's no need to play hall-monitor tonight, Sheriff. We're just here to have some good Christian fun, right Pyry?"
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