A Walking Disaster of a Night
Mar 4, 2023 22:03:43 GMT -5
Anslem Ellery and Alaric Melbourne like this
Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2023 22:03:43 GMT -5
Dresden's face soured over the furthered story spoken by Alaric. Imagining having to paint older women was bad enough, but older men, too? While he shouldn't have been surprised about it considering how vain he knew many of the nobility to be, he still managed to be. A lot of the nobles, man or woman, were nothing great to look at even in their prime. Their money made them appealing, that was that, but to cling so desperately to something you never had in the first place? "Hoo, can't say I'd be able to bring myself to do that. Prob'ly be thrown in the dungeons by now, tellin' some old noble to put his pants back on 'cause nobody wants to see that." He lifted a friendly hand toward Anslem. "No offense, of course, my lord. You seem to have much too much taste for somethin' so...gaudy? I'm not even sure what the right word for it would be."
The noble was probably right about the women of the nobility, though. Dresden hadn't associated himself with all that many of them, but the ones he knew of were no angels. Maybe Mara Saelim would turn her nose up at just about anyone, considering everyone to be beneath her, but the others didn't seem so keen on worrying over their virginity. Their reputation, sure, but if they could get away with it, they would.
Not that the men were any different, though. Much worse, really. But he wasn't about to bring that up and ruin the mood. "I take that as meaning you've yet to marry, Lord Ellery?" Dresden asked, reaching for his glass and taking a modest sip. "With as difficult as it is to find a good one, I mean. No prospects at all?"
After his long winded story, half of his cigarette had been turned to ashes. He drew from it one last time, exhaling happily up into the air, before putting it out like he had the other. He wouldn't reach for another just yet, instead focusing on his drink. He'd had every intention of spending the night beside himself, getting piss drunk, stumbling to his apartment and passing out in ignorant bliss. Normally he'd avoid wasting his time on a couple of other men like these, with nothing to benefit him, but at the very least the noblemans meeting with Scout was enough to keep him interested.
When he was warned by said nobleman of the locals, Dresden turned in his chair to look at the men that Anslem spoke of. He eyed them, trying to decide if he recognized any of them, but he honestly didn't. So he threw his hand up to wave at them, a friendly yet curt wave that really just said 'what the hell are you looking at?'
Unlike his new noble friend, Dresden didn't mind a quick fight. "Reckon we can't entertain everyone," he said as he turned back to the two similar-looking men.
By now, the two men had stood up and made their way out the door. Dresden watched them go, eyes narrowing. He had a feeling that wasn't the last the trio would see of them.
The noble was probably right about the women of the nobility, though. Dresden hadn't associated himself with all that many of them, but the ones he knew of were no angels. Maybe Mara Saelim would turn her nose up at just about anyone, considering everyone to be beneath her, but the others didn't seem so keen on worrying over their virginity. Their reputation, sure, but if they could get away with it, they would.
Not that the men were any different, though. Much worse, really. But he wasn't about to bring that up and ruin the mood. "I take that as meaning you've yet to marry, Lord Ellery?" Dresden asked, reaching for his glass and taking a modest sip. "With as difficult as it is to find a good one, I mean. No prospects at all?"
After his long winded story, half of his cigarette had been turned to ashes. He drew from it one last time, exhaling happily up into the air, before putting it out like he had the other. He wouldn't reach for another just yet, instead focusing on his drink. He'd had every intention of spending the night beside himself, getting piss drunk, stumbling to his apartment and passing out in ignorant bliss. Normally he'd avoid wasting his time on a couple of other men like these, with nothing to benefit him, but at the very least the noblemans meeting with Scout was enough to keep him interested.
When he was warned by said nobleman of the locals, Dresden turned in his chair to look at the men that Anslem spoke of. He eyed them, trying to decide if he recognized any of them, but he honestly didn't. So he threw his hand up to wave at them, a friendly yet curt wave that really just said 'what the hell are you looking at?'
Unlike his new noble friend, Dresden didn't mind a quick fight. "Reckon we can't entertain everyone," he said as he turned back to the two similar-looking men.
By now, the two men had stood up and made their way out the door. Dresden watched them go, eyes narrowing. He had a feeling that wasn't the last the trio would see of them.