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The atmosphere of the ballroom was thick with merriment and false feelings of altruism. The people that attended these parties merely attended for show, nothing more, which was nothing less expected from the class of people who counted themselves to be a gift from God. It was however Adrian Lowe who had instilled these feelings in the first place. He needed his guests to feel at ease and above all safe. One such guest was not appearing to be feeling this way, as he had attached himself to a lovely young lady who didn't seem at all inclined to help the nameless stranger in his hour of need. Ah well, time for Mr. Lowe to step in.

The young host broke away from whatever he had been doing and glided over to the man and young woman. "Good evening, Mr. Marshall," He started, suddenly remembering his guest's name, then removing Mr. Marshall's hand from the young woman's wrist he turned it into a hand shake. "I'm sorry, sir, but I must interrupt. I saw you from across the dance floor, and I thought, 'Oh, there he is! The bloke who is the king of the wine business!', so of course I had to come and say, 'Hi.'" Rodric chatted with the rather odd looking man, suddenly glad he was Adrian tonight and not himself. He stood between the young lady and Mr. Marshall, smiling amiably. "And, I don't mean to intrude, but would you introduce me to your lady friend, Mr. Marshall?"

(Oh geez. I think I went overboard, but I have been deprived of a good RPing buddy until now.)

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(I'll ask the mods to delete this, since it obviously doesn't hold your interest. Ah, well....to each his or her own.)

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