✫ "1x1 w/ nymphadora. & plague birb."

[nymphadora.]

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witch | female | twenty-four | tags; angelica, peggy, alexander

Eliza felt a little tense. She could see Alexander's eyes on her, and she felt herself grow a little uncomfortable as her sisters left her side. Out of habit, she almost followed her sister, but she knew she shouldn't. Angelica had set her up, and she would have been lying if she wasn't interested in this man. She couldn't help but admire him for his differences from all the others. "I promise, you are not too brazen. Your confidence and boldness are admirable traits," she told him with a smile and a small wink. She realized that Angelica had brought up the painting, and she smiled sheepishly.

"I don't even know that I've properly introduced myself. My name is Eliza," she said with a smile. She curtsied a bit for fun and laughed lightly. "How about we go check out that painting," she suggested. Out of habit, she took his hand and led him towards the auction room through the crowd. They were on the other side of the room from where the entrance to the silent auction room was, so they had to get through plenty of people. It only made sense that she held his hand so that he wouldn't lose sight of her of course. She couldn't help but smile a bit. He had very soft hands, and she liked leading him through.

When they reached the side room where the auction was being held, she led him inside. There were only a few others in there. She moved over to the painting on the farthest wall. It was a picture of a storm approaching a cliff from the ocean. Lightning struck the water in the photo, and the rain was pouring heavily. On the cliff, however, there was a beautiful field of flowers. It was the calm before the storm. Like Angelica had said, it showed the confidence of a storm and the calmness before it. She admired the beautiful painting and smiled a bit. "It's quite lovely, isn't it? A very basic scene, but a lovely meaning," Eliza pointed out as she looked at it. She looked at Alex's face to see what he thought about it. She appreciated the work, and it looked like he did as well. She smiled a bit as he looked at it. He had very beautiful eyes, and his hair was so long. She usually didn't like men with long hair, but it suited Alexander very nicely. She noticed she was staring and quickly put her eyes back on the painting, so she didn't seem too awkward.



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witch | female | twenty-two | tags; george w., george k., gilbert

Peggy rushed over to a table where she saw some napkins. She bumped into a man (George K). "I'm sorry," she told him as she grabbed a handful of napkins. She noticed the man was very handsome and well dressed. His suit was very well tailored, and it looked fabulous with the touches of gold. She admired it briefly before heading off with her hands filled with napkins. As she approached George and Gilbert, she passed them on to him. "I am very sorry again," she told him, but he brushed it off in such a nice manner. She smiled awkwardly and looked at Gilbert. She wondered if she should say anything or keep her mouth shut. She bit her lip and tried to think of something to say that wouldn't sound stupid.

"You are Gilbert Lapointe, right?" she asked sheepishly. "I've seen some of your videos. I don't mean to be a stalker or anything, but I do love them. You are so fun and talented," she told him with a little smile. She awkwardly scratched the back of her head and rocked back and forth on her feet. "I'm very sorry for interrupting your conversation. Have a good night," she added before leaving the area. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief and decided she needed to get some more wine and a cookie. She headed back towards the food table near where the napkins were and grabbed herself a cookie and another glass of wine.

Across the table, she saw the same man standing by the napkins. For a split second, she thought she caught him staring at her. She wasn't sure though, and she sipped her wine. She looked away from him to avoid any eye contact and bit her lip. She wasn't sure what to do. She felt completely foolish after spilling on Mr. Whitmore, and she just wanted to hide. She knew that wasn't an option since she was a hostess, but she really wished she could have. She knew that barely anyone had even seen it happened, but it still made her uncomfortable in the crowd. She wished she wasn't so clumsy. She was nowhere near as graceful as her older sisters.



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vampire | male | twenty-nine | tags; gilbert, peggy

George would have been lying if he said he didn't enjoy Gilbert's nice comments. It made George feel like his life was somewhat accomplished even though he felt like it was somewhat of a mess. He smiled a bigger smile than what was often seen on his face. He wasn't big into smiling. It just wasn't a common look for him, but he couldn't help but smile. Yes, the bottom of his dress pants were wet, but it didn't bug him. He couldn't have cared less. A little wine didn't bug him, and he had quite a few pairs of dress pants. He realized that what Gilbert said was indeed very true. Peggy probably didn't realize the true pressure of being a host. It could be very hard, and it just gave George more reason to not pursue hosting a party of his own.

"I agree, it must be hard to host a party. Considering people often have parties in school, what was school life like in France?" George asked him. He was enjoying talking to Gilbert. Normally, he ended up talking to multiple people in short bursts about meaningless things. With Gilbert, he felt like he could talk to the man forever. He was intriguing and different from the normal people that George met at these sort of gatherings. He was enjoying Gilbert's company. He could have talked to Gilbert all night.

He looked over to see Peggy approaching, and he took the napkins from her. "Don't worry, Peggy. I can clean it up. Thank you for grabbing the napkins," he told her with a polite smile. He did a tiny little bow to her and grabbed the napkins from her. Before she walked away, he thought it was cute that she mentioned she was a fan of Gilbert's. Apparently, George had to get more involved with social media. Who knew how many people had received fame from social media at this gala. He felt like he was missing a part of society. After Peggy left, he walked away listening to Gilbert's words as he bent over to wipe his shoes and the bottom of his pants. He dabbed at them and set them aside on the table next to them. No one was sitting there, and he didn't want to miss anything Gilbert was going to say, so he would take care of the napkins when a time showed itself. Maybe Gilbert still wanted a refill on his drink, but he would save that thought for later.



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werewolf | male | twenty-six | tags; aaron

John awaited his response awkwardly. He didn't expect Aaron to need to stay with him or anything. When he mentioned that his boss would want him to be social, John wondered if that meant they could be social together. John could use a friend, and it would look good for him to have a guy on his arm when he eventually ran into his ex. He didn't want to seem like he was using Aaron though. He wasn't that type of guy, and he genuinely thought that Aaron was cute. He felt hopeful that maybe they could at least spend a little time together, and maybe his ex would see them.

"I'm not here with anyone. My ex-boyfriend broke up with me three months ago, but he had been planning on taking me to this gala. He told me to buy a suit and everything, so I wanted to make sure I got to use this nice suit. That's why I had to sneak in," John admitted awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at his shoes. He felt extremely uncomfortable, but he also didn't want to lie to Aaron. "I'm sorry, Aaron. You probably thought I was someone rich and cool like everyone else here, but honestly, I'm not. I'm just a normal guy, who probably shouldn't be here," he admitted. He felt like he had made things awkward. He wouldn't be surprised if Aaron ignored him or didn't want to talk to him. He was a liar, and he wasn't supposed to be there.


[ don't worry about it! i'm sorry it took so long for a post to get up. my life is honestly a mess right now haha ]

[baron zemo.]

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✫ hamilton!! thunderbird!! // ✫ currently: inside venue, near art // ✫ tagged: eliza
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The moment he saw not one, but two of the trio opt to break off from the conversation, Alexander felt himself shift into a more wary mindset; he may have not had any siblings to his knowlege, but he somewhat knew of the uncanny way close relatives read words off each other without speaking. However, Alexander didn't thrive on body language and poise, he dove straight into the complexities of words themselves. That didn't mean he was a good reader of people, though.

Smiling, he turned to the middle Swanson -- Eliza, a beautiful name -- and returned the curtsey with a playful bow. The laugh she made swept over him like a cool breeze, relaxing muscles he did not even know were tensr, and he chuckled as well. At least things were not as awkward as he had expected them to become, and he strived to keep it that way. "A painting," While he was not as experienced in that type of art medium, Alex still took the opportunity to express his eagerness. It only seemed to double as Eliza's hand grasped his, and he laughed as he was led off. "I'll go wherever you need me to, m'lady."

He spotted what he assumed was the art piece, neatly framed and displayed against a highly complementary colour palette. It was -- much to his amusement -- a storm; well, in perspective, he spotted that first. The clouds mimicked the growling likeness of the very thing his wings rode on, casting the image he presented like a history book. Yet, when his eyes tore away from the approaching wind and rain, he saw a contrast that just did not fit. It was...rather unsettling.

Alex swallowed slightly, turning to Eliza with a rugged smile. "I can see the appeal...it's a beautiful piece." All the way through his words, he never broke eye contact; it would take him countless thoughts to realize that the gaze in his mind felt safer than he'd ever imagine. "Well, it holds no candle to you, but that's common knowlege, yeah."

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✫ schuyler!! witch!! // ✫ currently: inside venue // ✫ tagged: none for now
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((Angelica probably went to socialize and shut down flirters haha))

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✫ burr!! fallen angel!! // ✫ currently: inside venue // ✫ tagged: john
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Aaron was not too surprised to hear that John was at the gala alone -- hell, they did sneak in anyway -- and yet he didn't feel the ever-present lump in his throat, urging him to stay aeay from the likes of trouble. What if they had gotten caught? Aaron would not be able to explain why he allowed a uninvited guest to sneak in, nor would he be able to stomach having to report John's guard friend to save his skin; a little inkling within him knew that the previous thought was a lie, however. Nonetheless, Aaron listened to John's story with an open mind, eyebrow raising at the uniqueness of it all.
That was when he noted just how judging he may look as he kept his eyes on the other, and with that thought, he turned away in fake observation of the ballroom. John felt awkward -- that much was obvious -- and Aaron did what he thought would help diffuse the feeling.

He smiled reassuringly. "Well, your date is not one of the best people in the world, if one puts it vaguely." Aaron would know; he is the ruling royalty of being vague. Nonethless, he found himself being more outward with his opinion, a hand gesturing to the floor. John may not have the same resume as the dignitaries and moguls in the room, but Aaron -- albeit reluctantly -- knew a good man when he saw one, so he decided to ease the stress with a small chuckle, "And forget about being a normal guy among all of these false gods; hell, they aren't all that interesting, if I'm being honest. Besides, normal is relative, is it not?" The chuckle turned into a brief, baritone laugh, and Aaron let his expression become more pointed. "Now, are we going to go find where your ex is and be a little passive aggressive? Because I do that well..."

No wonder you fell, you sneaky man. A voice in his head scoffed.

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"Oh, the parties were not that different -- you see the same personalities but with different faces, different language...Though I suppose the food was better." Gilbert could not help but add the little tease at the end, lips splitting into a grin as they gestured. The hand movements were a telltale sign of their calm state -- one that close friends picked up on pretty quickly into knowing them -- yet Gil seemed oblivious to the fact. They were enjoying the conversation, genuinely enjoying, which was something they took for granted after spending all of their time speaking witha fanbase, and their body reacted warmly to it. "I do miss schooling back home, but your beautiful country has been a warm host."

They were about to launch into some details about country differences -- the ones you don't see on vacation pamphlets -- only to spot Peggy rushing back. Polite, Gilbert watched the exchange without a word, smiling slightly at the display; they had to admit that it was such an innocent thing to see, humanity at its finest. If they hadn't heard their name pop up, Gil was sure that they would have fallen deeper into thought, but hearing such praise was an instant hit on such things.

They ducked their head, smiling in the place of a blush, and gestured towards Peggy with a shaky laugh. "Oh! It's -- It's an honour to know that you enjoy it...Thank you so much." The words tumbled without their usual grace, but Gilbert took that in stride; they weren't used to hearing praise out loud, anyway. The diplomat sent his farewell as the youngest Swanson left, and instantly looked for the only other reference they had at the gala. Raising an eyebrow at the dampened napkins, then at George's glass, they cleared their throat sheepishly. "Shall we go get another glass? I heard that the selection is fit for a stuck-up Frenchie such a myself."

Cover a blunder with humour? Classic.

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She'd noticed him: that was troubling, but equally exhilarating. It was nothing compared to the endless ways he had imagined it to go, nor the scenarios he'd simulated with trusted confidants. It was thrilling: he had some form of bait. Miss Peggy Swanson had left the presence of Mr. Whitmore and that french diplomat, and now wandered te ballroom feeling more than aware of her blunder; when she looked towards him, George had seen enough to decipher that out with no problem at all. 'Perhaps she just...needs some reassurance?' The thought trickled in with an ever-growing smile, and he pushed off the table, striding confidently.

Then came the last few metres -- highly instrumental in a successful approach -- and the thought made George slow down into a casual stroll, wine glass in hand. Not wanting to barge into the Swanson daughter's personal bubble, he kept a respectful distance as he cleared his throat. "You shouldn't worry yourself, y'know." Each word was unwrapped with a charming smile, eyes flickering over once in a while. For extra effect, George paused to take a quick sip, the liquid burning slightly. "Things happen, and you handled it quite well, if I may be honest. Like a true host, actually. Right?" With that, he raised a glass in slight celebration.

(Aaaah! I'm terribly sorry for this being late!! I started summer school and we write mini tests every day, so I can barely get on wowie.
Hopefully this makes up for it, and that your week has been great!! c: )

[nymphadora.]

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witch | female | twenty-four | tags; alexander

Eliza watched him silently view the painting out of the corner of her eye and smiled sheepishly. She believed that he may have liked it, but she wasn't positive until he spoke. When she heard him say that he enjoyed it, the young woman beamed a little. She enjoyed the arts, especially paintings and music. Her eyes began to scan the other priceless paintings in the room until she heard what he said. She could feel her cheeks warm up and flush at the compliment. Her eyes dropped to the floor like a young school girl before looking up at him. "You are too kind, Alexander," she replied with a small smile. She glanced around the room at the other paintings and locked eyes with Alexander. She wasn't any good at flirting. She felt choked up in the moment, but she wanted to keep him with her. He was interesting and different from the other men at the gala.

She decided to walk over towards another painting. This one was of what looked like an exploding star in a beautiful galaxy. The colors were dark but beautiful contrasting colors. Eliza admired it and turned to Alexander. "Do you enjoy art?" she asked. "My father loves collecting random pieces, and he tries to showcase different ones for each gala." She admired her father's collections, and he didn't just collect paintings. He collected all forms of art, but he wasn't one to do art himself. When he had been younger, she remembered that her father had enjoyed photography, but after her mother's death, he had slowly decreased the amount of time he spent taking photographs. Her father was still a kind-hearted and happy man, but losing her mother had hurt him terribly.

She snapped out of her thoughts as she heard the tune of one of her favorite slow songs. She hummed it lightly for a second before lightly laughing. "I'm sorry, I just really like this song," she commented as she returned her eyes to Alexander. "Do you have any specific tastes in music?" she inquired as she looked at him. He had a very piercing, handsome gaze, and she felt that his long hair would have framed his face lightly if he had it down. She understood the formality of the event though, and she knew it was probably more respectful and formal to have it tied up. He looked rather dashing, and she couldn't help but admire him. He wasn't just handsome either though. The young lawyer had a way with words, and Eliza could see why he was pursuing a career in law. She could see him becoming extremely successful one day. He had the drive and the confidence for it, but it wasn't the promise of possible success that drew her towards him. He just seemed different from the others.



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witch | female | twenty-two | tags; george k.

Peggy's eyes had fallen upon the few couples dancing on the dance floor. She gazed longingly at some of them. The youngest daughter had always hoped to find some true love like she had always seen in Disney movies and romantic comedies. She was a hopeless romantic of sorts, but not too much that she would just fall for anyone. She was still a strong independent woman, and she didn't see herself needing a man, but she wouldn't have minded one either. She took a little sip of her wine and almost jumped as she heard a voice beside her. She swallowed and turned towards the voice. There was the man she had seen just moments ago by the napkins. She cleared her throat and listened to his comment. She felt her cheeks redden at the realization that many people witnessed her mishap including the man speaking to her. She cursed a few times in her head and forced a smile.

She decided to awkwardly raise her glass back and took a light sip. She wasn't sure what this man's intentions were, but she was wary of his sudden approach. She did notice that he was quite dashing, but she wasn't sure of his age, so she intended to keep conversation formal. "Well, thank you. Being the youngest hostess is a little hard, and you think I would be used to it by now, but I guess I am still learning. Thank you for saying I handled it well though. I needed to hear that," she commented with a small smile. It was nice to hear that she had handled things well. At least someone seemed to see her as a normal human. It made her feel a bit better to know that she had handled it well. She figured either of her sisters could have dealt with it with more ease than she, but she was just going to have to live with the fact that she may not reach their level.



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vampire | male | twenty-nine | tags; gilbert

George enjoyed briefly hearing about France. He bet Gil was right about the food being better. American food was so greasy and disgusting. George found himself stealing recipes from other countries and finding ways to make things with fresh produce. All of the greasy American food also made for a very disgusting in most of the sacks of blood George managed to get his hands on. As a vampire, he needed blood to stay alive, but he also needed a small amount of human food to keep his body working like a clock. It wasn't an awful amount though, and that was why most vampires were in fairly good shape.

He finished cleaning off his shoe and the hem of his pants with one last napkin before setting it on the table. He heard Gil's suggestion, and he couldn't help but chuckle. The young French man had quite the sense of humor, and he smiled brightly at him. "I would love to accompany you and get another drink," he told Gil with a smile. "Do you have a favorite drink? Anything special they only have in France?" he asked with a smile. It was intriguing and refreshing to talk with someone from another country. George honestly wanted to talk to Gil the whole time. His accent was beautiful, and it sucked him in with every word Gil spoke. Plus, George loved learning about other cultures and well-cultured people. Gil seemed to be the kind of person who would have many stories, and George usually wasn't one to prod, but he wanted to know all of them.

When they reached the table. He set down his empty glass by a man who looked like a waiter. He grabbed himself and Gil two full glasses. When he took a moment to look around, he was surprised by the hundreds of glasses present in the room. The politician wasn't sure how much all of these glasses cost or their worth, but he knew it was probably worth more than his suit. They had small, intricate designs on them and everything. After Gil set his cup down, he handed the other cup to Gil with a smile. For once in his life, he was truly enjoying the gala, or maybe, it was more like he was enjoying Gil's company.



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werewolf | male | twenty-six | tags; aaron

John had been expecting an awful reaction. He feared judgment coming from someone who was actually supposed to be there. Aaron seemed like a really nice, handsome, and down to earth guy, but the idea of him ratting out John was still in his mind. However, the tides seemed to turn. As Aaron spoke, John could feel his energy and confidence returning. Maybe this stupid gala wouldn't be awful after all. He felt his interest peak even more at the mention of being passive aggressive with his ex. He really liked the idea, and it made him wonder if Aaron was bisexual or even gay. He decided not ask though and to keep things casual between them. Maybe if they had some fun, he could get Aaron's number. The idea seemed childish, but John was intrigued by the man. He seemed a little awkward, but he was also sweet. The fact that he wanted to help find his ex and be passive aggressive made John want to laugh. It was odd to him that a stranger would suggest such a thing, but Aaron seemed to want to do it.

"I think that sounds like a fantastic idea," he commented. "What do you suppose we should do?" he asked. He honestly hadn't gotten that far of thinking ahead. What would he do once he saw his ex? What would his ex's reaction even be? Would he be kicked out? John wasn't sure, but he hoped that if Aaron was with him, he could pass it off as him moving on from his ex and getting a better date. Would Aaron even be okay with being his date? John wasn't sure for he had just met the guy, so he made sure to put the ball in his court. He didn't want to come up with any ideas that Aaron would be uncomfortable with doing. The best case scenario would be them spotting John's ex and then holding hands and acting like they were in love, but John also knew that this could be uncomfortable for Aaron. Since he didn't know Aaron very well, he didn't want to push anything on to him that may make him uncomfortable.


[ i am so very sorry for taking so long with my response. college is killing me, but i am glad i finally caught up and had some time to post. c: i hope you got my message, and i hope you aren't too mad with me! <3 ]

[baron zemo.]

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The middle Swanson seemed to take his compliment well, which jointly caused the man to smile back physically and exhale mentally. Alexander knew his reputation as a people's person, carving relationships with a bubbly personality and smooth words to boot, but he also knew of his brutal tongue; he was quick to speak up, mind sometimes faster than his tongue, and thus he tried to gauge a conversation before the lightning struck. Since Eliza did not seem to be anything but chuffed at the comment, he found himself feeling warm in the pit of his stomach.He hadn't screwed up, miraculously.

So he tagged along, trailing slightly behind the other as he observed the paintings on display; while his eyes were on the art, his brain stayed focused on his beautiful guide. Who wouldn't gaze at a Swanson all day, anyway? The thought brought a blush to his cheeks as he answered a budding question. Art? Besides the art of writing... "Well, I cannot say that I'm as educated in the arts, but I don't mind staring at beautiful things." Toying with his boundaries, the thunderbird shrugged his shoulders, an easy smile forming.

He kept it on as they traversed the floor, admiring art in a rather quiet -- but content -- atmosphere. Alexander found the whole aura odd, having a kinship with the chaotic life he'd chosen to live. Silence, like the calm of a storm, never ceased to scare him, thoughts being slowed to a more contemplative pace. Hell, was he even sure he was being a good guest? Was he boring? Should he talk --
The thunderbird turned his gaze toward Eliza with a curious gaze, ears finally executing the silence as the music flowed back in; with it, the question weaved, almost as melodic as the song in question. Alexander smiled mentally at the resemblance: It made sense that she would like it. "Music...I like listening to it, but y'know --" He coughed sheepishly, gaze diverting. "I'm not as educated in the fancier genres."

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((hecc rip flirting duders))

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What should they do, in all honesty? Aaron found himself taking a mental step back, frowning physically as the plan of attack whirled around his mind. Angels -- fallen or otherwise -- were trained in problem solving and planning ideas from a rather young age, a task many took seriously. They were to be defenders of mankind, anyway; it was with this skill that many decided to use it for their own gain, a mighty need to break the mold. While Aaron cannot recall his exact rebellion, he knew he had tried to rise above his station with the silent knowledge he harbored, striking after everyone had dealt their cards. Perhaps that was the angle he should play with helping John: the long game. "Well, it should be quite obvious," Face passive, the fallen angel made sure to look as calm as possible, mind whirring. "I act as your new boyfriend, and we hopefully do not get roped into too many conversations after the announcement."

He was putting his image on the line if the other agreed, which Aaron saw as a 50/50 chance; obviously, John would be sizing him up as well, trying to pin down exactly what was happening in the current situation. Aaron couldn't -- and wouldn't -- blame him, anyway; human nature did that to a person, always second guessing intentions. Nonetheless, he didn't want to outright suggest that he would not mind the company, despite the looming implications. "If all else fails, we have the chance to just...mill about? Between you and me, I don't really have many people I'd love to talk to besides networking--" The sudden burst of truth brought a wave of shock over his consciousness, trying to reel it back, but the damage was done. Aaron coughed. "Never mind, ignore that."

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✫ lafayette!! merfolk!! // ✫ currently: conversing // ✫ tagged: george w.
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Gilbert all but beamed at the acceptance of their offer, fingers tapping slightly on the fabric of their suit trousers. While they were somewhat used to the social cues of conversation, they were relieved that they'd be able to latch on to some more conversation with the other; besides, galas had a notoriety of having quick, meaningless banter, if any. Gilbert avoided the latter like a plague for a reason, sometimes wondering why their job even included the petty verbal dances. They could dance those quite well, mind you, but the physical aspect proved to be their downfall -- in a rather physical sense. "Well, France is quite known for their expensive wines, but I find myself leaning towards the cheaper versions." A chuckle formed between their words, brief yet amused at himself. "I find them more...Real. Not these exclusive lies that cellars sell."

However, as they received yet another glass from the other, Gilbert could not help but observe it for a moment; they respected the high-life, yes, but tried not to glorify it like many of their well-off friends. They quite enjoyed the thrill of carving ones own niche without the preening of high society, the grit and grime making the rewards far more satisfying. They had to have swam against the current to be where they were at the moment -- conversing with a man who was far out of their league -- so it must be working. At the thought, Gilbert smiled themselves into a version of a blush, looking back up. "However, I do keep a few 'exclusives' for when I have to act as French as I can. America has their fair share of interesting things, though?"

( x. G E O R G E K I N G S L E Y ❞ x )
✫ kg3!! dragon!! // ✫ currently: executing things // ✫ tagged: peggy
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Hook, line and sinker. George found himself vibrating with giddiness at the way his plan was progressing, though the excitement was masked behind a calm demeanor, friendly in nature. It would make no sense to come off as an excited person right off the bat, considering their lack of familiarity. Nonetheless, he chuckled slightly at the youngest Swanson's words, shrugging his shoulders. "Life is a constant learning curve; don't ever feel pressured to take the same curve as your sisters." The dragon took another sip from his glass, eyes flickering around the room briefly. He found it quite odd that no guest had swarmed over to talk to the young lady, despite the perceived reputation of the three as a unit. It was sad, really, being able to see that the youngest had all of praise to live up to just because of the other two flourishing.
Not that she wasn't flourishing; he'd practically crammed all the information he could find.

Thus, with a slight reluctance, he played on the potential holes. "I'm sure that many respect you for being in such a position; the youngest of a power trio must be quite a title." George smiled slightly, though kept his tone friendly. "Say, the men -- and ladies, you never know -- must be interesting to talk to; hell, it'd make sense, considering how stunning you look." Feigning a sheepish chuckle, he paused for effect, shocked. "Oh, excuse me -- I guess I may have jumped the gun with the compliments. Sometimes, I seem to forget that I should tone it down a notch; I just love seeing people happy."

[[Ah!!! <3 It's alright; I'm probably ten times worse with this late bloomer. Hope everything has settled (and that my message went through ^^)