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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Oct 27, 2012 10:00:50 GMT -5
“I grew up with horses, and then I was a mounted patrolman, but they don’t have much use for detectives on horseback. Now it’s a hobby.”
Her Ladyship gracefully inclined her head but said no more about it. Despite the fact she usually had lots of information in her head concerning topics other found interesting, so she could appear interested in them herself, horses was not one of these topics. Horse races didn't count, unless it was the Ascot or the Derby, and even then Her Ladyship was more interested in the fashions and the hats than the horses.
“I’m sure your ladyship knows how it is – you grow up and out grow the things that made you happy as a child. You find new hobbies.”
Lady Catherine nodded again although, now she came to think of it, she didn't really have any hobbies, unless shopping, getting manicures and facials count as hobbies (which even Her Ladyship doubted they did). Instead of mentioning this she simply said;
"Indeed you do, Detective."
ooc: I'm sorry this took so long and that its so lacklustre/gives you little to work with! I really hope this won't happen again! D: /fail
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Nov 10, 2012 15:33:06 GMT -5
"Indeed you do, Detective."
When she only nodded and offered that short comment, Peter picked up his glass again. He could tell he was boring this woman. That was the last thing he wanted to do, but really, what could they possibly have to talk about? The only interests they shared was the art charity, and really, how much was there to say about that? Even the one thing in his life he considered to be a high-brow interest was horses. Lady de Bourgh was clearly not someone who was interested in horses. What else did he have? Dogs, work, basketball, working with children, and his random flings...if he had any of those in common with this woman, he’d eat his shoes.
“Well, I should get back to doing something volunteerish,” he offered, even though there was very little for volunteers to do at this point. “Can I get you another glass of champagne?”
He turned to do just that, not seeing any left. Well, he supposed that the whole thing was a success if all the booze was gone.
“Scratch that, all the champagne seems to be gone. Would you care for some punch instead?”
It was the best he could offer, after all.
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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Nov 27, 2012 15:20:59 GMT -5
“Well, I should get back to doing something volunteerish. Can I get you another glass of champagne?”
"That would be wonderful, thank you," Her Ladyship replied, with a smile. At the Detective's next words however her smile faded almost instantly, and it was clear she was well on her way to one of her bad tempered tiffs. The slightest, silliest thing would set her off, and no champagne fitted the bill very well indeed.
“Scratch that, all the champagne seems to be gone. Would you care for some punch instead?”
Lady Catherine de Bourgh had yet to turn white with fury, but the thunderous look on her face at present said enough.
"Punch?" he exclaimed. She didn't screech...not yet, anyway. "Punch? Who on Earth decided we should be serving punch at this event? We should most certainly not be serving punch, its amateurish and-" A pause, as if to come up with a more ludicrous argument. "Why on Earth is there no champagne left? I told Augusta to order fifty bottles, at least!"
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Dec 1, 2012 3:33:49 GMT -5
"Punch? Punch? Who on Earth decided we should be serving punch at this event? We should most certainly not be serving punch, its amateurish and – why on Earth is there no champagne left? I told Augusta to order fifty bottles, at least!"
Peter wasn’t expecting a reaction like that. Lady de Bourgh seemed incensed that there was no champagne. It was such a minor thing. Everyone was going to be loaded if they had any more to drink, but he supposed it was a status thing. And the punch was for the people under 21, mainly the young artists, and people like Peter who couldn’t stomach more than a sip or two of alcohol without getting drunk. She was providing for everyone, even if it was just punch.
But he wasn’t about to point anything like that out to the woman. She wouldn’t like to hear it and Peter dreaded being on the receiving end of her anger. He was a problem solver, and he was going to have to solve this before it got out of hand.
“Lady de Bourgh, I’m sure there’s more champagne somewhere,” he assured her, seeing as how he hadn’t looked very hard for more. For all he knew, there were stacks of it in the back room. “But I will say that I heard quite a few people commenting on how well thought out the punch was.”
They were mainly the artists who couldn’t or wouldn’t drink, but there were a few donors who thought it was ‘charming’. Personally, Peter had thought it was amazing punch, but he knew that how it tasted meant nothing – it was all about how much it cost and how it made Lady de Bourgh look. Well, he could certainly put that spin on it.
“There were a few of the ladies who were quite envious that they hadn’t thought of it for their own parties. I’m sure it’ll be served at every upcoming gala because you were clever enough to serve it here.”
It would have certainly cut down on the price, especially since he knew how much champagne went for per bottle. Not that her ladyship was worried about money, but clearly some of the other guests were. Peter wouldn’t be surprised if fruit punch became the next fad drink after this. Well, at least this was a fad he could get on board with.
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Post by LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH on Dec 8, 2012 17:16:02 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry this is so late - exams are taking over my life. D: And Lady C... XD You're such an egotist.
bic:
“Lady de Bourgh, I’m sure there’s more champagne somewhere. But I will say that I heard quite a few people commenting on how well thought out the punch was.”
Lady Catherine probably would have snorted with derision at this were it not un-Ladylike for one to snort, with derision or otherwise. Instead she settled on continuing to look scandalized. How well thought out the punch was..that was a joke, surely! They must be mocking her, punch was no option, not well thought out at all...
"I highly doubt that," she said, voice still; shrill, a note of panic setting in. Why was the detective still here and not finding more champagne? She certainly wasn't going to do it, not with her hundred dollar manicaure...
“There were a few of the ladies who were quite envious that they hadn’t thought of it for their own parties. I’m sure it’ll be served at every upcoming gala because you were clever enough to serve it here.”
Her Ladyship was about to off on another one of her tirades when something the man had said made her stop and think. A few of the ladies were envious, were they? Well, Her Ladyship did always like to be the best, and if the other ladies were envious of her...then perhaps the punch wasn't such a bad thing. When the detective put it like that, why, it was almost a good thing!
"Well," Her Ladyship said, sounding far calmer than she had done just moments ago. "It was rather clever of me, was it not?"
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Dec 11, 2012 5:33:50 GMT -5
"I highly doubt that.”
The shrill tone put Peter on edge. He could tell that she was getting worked up and that was the last thing that he wanted to have happen. His mother used to do this. Only his father ever managed to make a dent in that impossible wall of outrage. So Peter talked through it, handling Lady de Bourgh like he had seen his father handle his mother every time that she seemed to get worked up about seemingly nothing. He didn’t think of it as manipulation, it was more like letting her hear what she wanted to, and the fact it was true was even better. It seemed to work as Lady de Bourgh seemed to calm down and actually looked like she was considering what he was telling her.
"Well. It was rather clever of me, was it not?"
Peter smiled. Yes, this was much better to deal with than having her go off in a tirade.
“It was indeed,” Peter agreed. “I’m sure it’s just one of many things you’ve managed to make everyone else envious of today.”
He had no doubt that she often ran the social pack. It was a talent that few possessed without money, power, and presence. Lady de Bourgh had them all in spades. She was quite awe inspiring.
“It’s quite the talent,” he added. “Shall I get you some punch or shall I look for the champagne?”
He would be happy to do either, but he was hoping for the punch. After all, talk was cheap, but seeing Lady de Bourgh actually drinking the champagne would be something more than talk. People would be much more intrigued and much more inclined to actually follow this new cheap trend. With his luck, punch prices would skyrocket, but it was a risk he was willing to take.
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