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Post by Nadir on Dec 21, 2006 13:48:15 GMT -5
((Yes, I actually live HERE.))
*Nadir went back to his townhouse, surprising many of the staff who had thought him dead. Exchanging few words with his butler and housekeeper, he gave orders to be left alone for the time being as he took a bottle of brandy with him and disappeared into the billiards room.*
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Post by Demiselle on Dec 21, 2006 14:34:58 GMT -5
((You get home and the first thing you do is DRINK? You alcoholic you! A studly alcoholic, but still))
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Post by Nadir on Dec 21, 2006 14:37:41 GMT -5
((I'm beginning to like the alcoholic side of him. Gives him something to work on later.))
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Post by Demiselle on Dec 21, 2006 14:48:50 GMT -5
((*snickers* You mean after Alexander uses him as part of his man harem?))
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Post by Nadir on Dec 21, 2006 14:54:54 GMT -5
((Oh please. Nadir's not all that swoony and so into Xandros that he'd let himself become a toy.))
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Post by Georgiana on Dec 24, 2006 14:45:29 GMT -5
((*Opens a can of wangst.*))
*Knocks*
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Post by Nadir on Dec 24, 2006 16:51:46 GMT -5
*A maid opens the door.* "Can I help you?"
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Post by Georgiana on Dec 26, 2006 11:18:01 GMT -5
*Georgiana smiled at the maid.*
Could you give your master this calling card please?
*She smoothed her skirts and waited patiently for the maid to return.*
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Post by Nadir on Dec 26, 2006 16:29:53 GMT -5
*The maid took the card, but did not move.* "I'll inform him of your call at the earliest oppourtunity, mademoiselle, but he has given strict instructions--he is not to be disturbed. Good day to you." *she bobbed a courtesy and gently shut the door.*
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Post by Georgiana on Dec 26, 2006 17:02:54 GMT -5
*Georgiana sighed softly.*
Up the drainpipe I go then.
*She turned and walked swiftly around the side. Seeing light coming from the billiards room. She pulled herself up the drainpipe and climbed in the window.*
You must check your servants Monsieur, some of them are quite rude.
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Post by Nadir on Dec 27, 2006 1:39:50 GMT -5
*Nadir doesn't look up as he pockets a ball with a sharp clack.* "If they are rude, it is at my request, and you have clearly shown yourself able to match and exceed their ill manners in your own presence in my home when I have made it most clear that none were to be admitted." *he straightened and took a swig from the glass that sat on a nearby table.* "I do not want you--or anyone--here. You may--nay must, leave at once. Without a word. However you came--I care not so long as you are gone before either of us says something we'll regret later."
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Post by Georgiana on Dec 27, 2006 7:15:40 GMT -5
*Georgiana raised an eyebrow.*
Unfortunately that is not going to be the case. I would have written if I was sure you would not toss it away in a drunken stupor. But I could not be.
*Georgiana walked over to the far side of the room and examined a painting.*
You have a son, Nadir.
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Post by Sydney on Dec 27, 2006 13:51:40 GMT -5
((OMGWTF DADDY!NADIR!!!111one.))
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Post by Nadir on Dec 27, 2006 20:07:04 GMT -5
*Nadir winced.* "There it is. You'll regret saying that, just as I'm starting to regret hearing it." *he threw down his cue with a clatter and made a mockery of a bow to Georgiana.* "Excuse me, mademoiselle. You may show yourself out." *turning on his heel, he left the room.*
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Post by Georgiana on Dec 28, 2006 16:04:03 GMT -5
Well I tried.
*Shrugs and exits via window.*
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