Post by Remiel Allemeade on Mar 14, 2023 22:22:44 GMT -5
(this thread is open but also Elliot Moore)
Ever since Honora left with just a note Remiel had felt tense more on edge, but he did what he had always done shoulder it and move on. It didn't stop people from noticing so one night when a bunch of the farm workers got together to make a stew they invited Remi. Prior to this they had decided Remi needed to get out and told him about a gentleman's club in Loren,
A few days later Remi decided to go with his second hand, Victor, into Loren for a visit at this gentleman club. For all accounts and purposes Victor Creedy was a low ranking noble in Lorendale and he still had to work for a living.
"You wanted discretion? Right?" Victor whispered to Remi as they were lead deeper into the Mordha gentleman's club, heads turned and snapped in their direction, "No offense Rem, but you are a noticeable fella," Remi got what Victor was saying, Remiel was tall and had blue eyes and blonde hair, he was the truest definition of Allemeade.
"Yeah well, we're here guy," the pair were showed the bar and offered a seat just as they were asked for their drinks, "Two shots of your best," Victor ordered (afterall the boss said it was on him right?), "and what for you Lord Allemeade," Victor laughed and Remi smirked, "Cheeky Vic, cheeky, uh bar keep...," Remi leaned in closer to the bartender, "Lloyd sir, just Lloyd lord Allemeade," the bar tender leaned in close too, "Lloyd, let me get the same my friend here, and do you make more friends if you buy everyone a round or...."
Ever since Honora left with just a note Remiel had felt tense more on edge, but he did what he had always done shoulder it and move on. It didn't stop people from noticing so one night when a bunch of the farm workers got together to make a stew they invited Remi. Prior to this they had decided Remi needed to get out and told him about a gentleman's club in Loren,
A few days later Remi decided to go with his second hand, Victor, into Loren for a visit at this gentleman club. For all accounts and purposes Victor Creedy was a low ranking noble in Lorendale and he still had to work for a living.
"You wanted discretion? Right?" Victor whispered to Remi as they were lead deeper into the Mordha gentleman's club, heads turned and snapped in their direction, "No offense Rem, but you are a noticeable fella," Remi got what Victor was saying, Remiel was tall and had blue eyes and blonde hair, he was the truest definition of Allemeade.
"Yeah well, we're here guy," the pair were showed the bar and offered a seat just as they were asked for their drinks, "Two shots of your best," Victor ordered (afterall the boss said it was on him right?), "and what for you Lord Allemeade," Victor laughed and Remi smirked, "Cheeky Vic, cheeky, uh bar keep...," Remi leaned in closer to the bartender, "Lloyd sir, just Lloyd lord Allemeade," the bar tender leaned in close too, "Lloyd, let me get the same my friend here, and do you make more friends if you buy everyone a round or...."
