The man (smelling faintly of flowers) picked up his glass, walking towards the duchess, tilting it a few times making the drink spin.
Madame, I hardly think you are the strange one hereStrange that you are here though. Figured you as more of a private bar person. Sitting down on the stool next to her, he took another sip from his drink. He spun around on the chair, turning to face the rest of the room. Looking out across it he grinned.
Quiet a crowd hereat least a few good looking ones this time, no? He grinned with a bit of a slasher smile. His name could be made out on part of his flight suit. "E. Lalique".
"What do you think, madame duchess?"
"I would fully agree. Tell me, pilot, what squadron do you fly with, based out of where? It is rare to see a pilot with a good eye for fine wine and quiet drinking. Most of your type seem to stick to the.... shall we say, rowdier establishments."
He smiled a bit as he sighed.
Well, Im nothing as special as a member of a squadron. I just move stuff here and there you know I would have been on Marnebut ever since the warwell you know. I dont really have a place of operations. Lalique tried his best to mask his sorrow with a weak smile.
Madame, I do enjoy quiet drinking. Though I do like company while I drink Your men are nice, yes, but very loud drunks. But rather fun, no? He chuckled a bit before taking down another gulp of his drink...
A man wearing a pure white dress suit walks in rather calmly.
He came to a stop half way inside and looked around the newly opened bar. Mostly everyone here was either a peasant or a servicemen. Shortly after, three Royal guards stepped in behind him, wearing standard issued Marine uniforms, standard issued blaster pistols on their sides. They stood off to the side of the man in the white suit.
One of the guards stood straight. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Servicemen and women of the Gallic Forces. Citizens of the Crown." The mans voice boomed, the bar turned quiet as people turned towards him. "Introducing, His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Joseph Martius DeFrance." The man boomed again.
Joseph stood, smiling to himself. "Now, Now, Monsieur Fournier, that wasn't necessary." The Guard bowed lightly, and moved towards the door. Joseph took a few steps forwards then stopped again. "Now, I never said you all had to stop what you were doing!" He shouted raising his left hand in the air. "It's a bar! Get back to what you were doing, Oui?" A smile crept across his face as he lowered his hand and stepped off towards a table that was just cleaned off for him.
Claude was finishing last glass of his white wine. Monsieur Archambault and his group left 1 hour ago, yet Claude stayed there for some time. He was getting drunk. Not much, but he wasnt clear to his senses anymore, what became also his laughing material, when he heard a very similar voice coming from behind of his shoulders saying "Now, I never said you all had to stop what you were doing! It's a bar! Get back to what you were doing, Qui?"
Even the prince was yelling on guards, Claude saw his enjoyment in that statement.
He waved on Prince when he thought he earned his attention. He wanted him to become his company for now, yet he was well aware if his clouded senses.
"Damn... what if i say something stupid?" scared Claude himself mentally, what also made him lay his hand back down."
Carnage itself flying within void... Proud cardihead ever since 2008...
You all gonna eat cardi!
Emile turned in his seat to face the Princes table. He chuckled a bit as he watched the men who were once sitting and enjoying drinks there scramble to get up and clean off the table. He gestured towards the commotion
Guess whos here But I figure you probably heard that anyways, madame. He ordered himself another drink anticipating needing the buzz from the alcohol for whatever was about to happen.
the duchess turned and looked over. "oh so it is... imagine that." With that the duchess turned back around and continued sipping her wine, knowing full well not to give the prince a reason to start off on a tangent.
Stopping near the table, he glanced around again and caught someone waving towards him, "Claude." He mumbled and continued to glance around the room, spotting Lady Ciel nearby.
After waiting a few minutes he pulled out the chair and took a seat. A bartender walked over quickly and placed a bottle of wine and two wine glasses on the table, then hurried back where she came from. Joseph carefully picked up the bottle and opened it, then slowly poured it into both of the wine glasses, setting the wine down he glanced over his shoulder and spotted the person he was actually waiting for.
A young lady, who was of noble birth, walked gracefully over to the table Joseph was sitting at, she stopped behind the chair, which was already pulled out, and took her seat. "Mon Prince." She said lightly taking her glass from him. He only nodded in return and took a sip of his wine.
Noticing the new arrival of the other young noble, the Duchess' hand unconciously went to her sword. She was well versed in all the nobles of gallia, and this one was an unknown. Putting down her drink she shifted slightly to protect the prince if it became needed.
Archambault barely looked up when the prince entered the bar,
more security problems to worry about was one of the first thoughts that crossed his mind
he whisphers something to one of the persons next to him, he nods back,
Archambault walks towards the prince, taps him on the shoulder and shakes the hand of the young prince,
royalty never comes alone, *Archambault laughs softly*
a Sigar mon Friend? or did you stopped smoking?