Be Our Guest - A Royal Event/Table 4

## Table

Lucy du VersaillesRoger NorwoodNathaniel EdanGen PetrovaVictoria EdanScarlett Sinclaire
## Roleplay

He stormed into the hall, dressed in straight black pants, shoes matching the pants. Unlike most people, he didn't wear a suit jacket or a tie and simply wore his white, Italian shirt with the first two buttons undone. He had decided not to let his sleeves be rolled up to his elbow and instead wore a pair of dice cufflinks to keep the sleeves together. He tugged down on them, silently cursing the outfit and gazed around the room. Finding no one familiar, he stalked to the closest one and nodded to a chair. "Taken?" He asked one of the two people already seated there.

He flipped the chair out and dumped his ass onto it and kicked back by placing his foot onto his knee, "if you're one of the orchestrators, mind telling me when it finishes?" he asked.

He tilted his head as he gazed at her, "the dinner," he said slowly, "it's what...7 to 11? 7 to midnight?"

"Because my idiot brothers aren't at the academy and my mother told me someone had to represent the Edan's other than my sister and cousins," he said as he checked his fingernails.

"Grace?" he asked as his eyes slid over to Roger and shrugged, "I suppose she would be charming, I think she's intriguing but I'm not so easily charmed," he said as his slid to the hall before back to Roger, "but I suppose for people like you she would be charming."

He grinned but there was no humour in it, "if there is?"

He tilted his head, "if I want I suppose I could, but humour is such a waste of my time," he replied now bored again.

He rose an eyebrow at Roger, taken by surprise slightly as he knew most people would have been annoyed with him at this point. He shrugged as he composed himself, "I'm not interesting, nor is there much to know."

He glanced back to Lucy, "oh, you're still here," he said with a hum and a slow blink of his eyes.

"I can hold my own if pretty boy decides to throw a punch," he told her before turning to Roger, "people tell me that a lot. But I think this is just what I was born with."

He took a sip of wine as he eyed Roger before glancing at Lucy, grateful for the interruption, "I wasn't referring to you, sweetheart."

He shot a grin at Roger, "original? I could call her honey bun, or honey pot, would you consider that original?" He asked then clicking his fingers, "how about 'the apple of my eye' or 'bees knees' or even 'bambi.'"

"I'm not the one causing a commotion," he replied as he grinned up at her, "and you don't have to react. First lesson in letting the mean guy win–react to him."

He shrugged as the server came over, "a glass of coke, thank you, and maybe a glass of water with ice for the lady," he said with a charming smile, "take it in your own time, we are in no hurry." With that the server walked away and Nate winked at Lucy, "I suggest you sit down, Ms. Du Versailles, you're causing a scene."

He raised his glass to her, "why, of course," he said before winking at the new girl, "aren't I always fun?" he asked innocently before taking a sip, "I don't seem to remember telling you my name."

He leant forward as he heard Harry's name, "that stuck up water prince?" he asked before chuckling.

"I didn't realize duchesses were noticed by the royal family enough to be favourites," he said before grinning at Roger, "I'm a bastard but not stuck up."

He curled his lip at Roger, "when I say bastard I mean personality wise, I'm not actually a bastard," he said shoving him off.

"The event hasn't even started," he said with a click of his tongue, "suggest water, it balances it out."

He glanced up slightly at the servers and leant back as the man placed down a plate of food. He didn't thank him.

"If it isn't my bitchy sister," he replied tilting his head around to give her a tight lipped smile.

"Why of course I am," he said placing a hand on his chest, "I'm an absolute angel."

"I'm not an ass to her," he pointed out, "only to spoilt brats." He said, not really joking but put a facade on that he was before turning to Victoria, "why this table, you have four other tables to choose from and you choose mine."

Uninterested in another banter with Lucy, he turned his shoulder to her, quite obviously snubbing her and faced Victoria, "a boyfriend?"

His eyes traveled up and down Scarlett's body before turning back to the dish in front of him.

He grinned up at Lucy, "I did, cheers, though I must say if it had been you, I don't think I would have looked away." He said with a wink.

"Good thing I'm a men then," he replied in a rather husky voice.

"I can prove it now if you want?" He asked with a small tilt of his head, his eyes dancing with mischief.

His eyebrows disappeared into his hair as he heard her, "dressed as an angel? Do I look angelic? I've been called a lot of things, but that is certainly new," he said.

"I never pretended to be charming," he replied before giving her a crooked grin, "nor am I the one stuttering."

He sent her a kiss before going back to his meal.

"I feel sorry for both animals then," he replied, "and I feel sorry for princesses. To think they could be kissing princes and men, but nope, they're kissing animals. How sad."

He laughed slightly at Roger but didn't reply to any of them.