"Speaking of which," Duke said, making sure Octavia had made her way upstairs and they were otherwise alone in the foyer. "Um, I don't really do public displays of gift giving. But . . . I got you a gift."
"Actually," Audrey said, talking over the end of his sentence, her own eyes on the stairs. "I was going to go look for Mr. Carpenter. You know, he said that he knew Lucy, so I wanted to ask him some questions."
Dammit, Audrey. "We just got here." He flicked her a smile, patting her on the shoulder. "Don't worry. You will have all weekend to catch up with the -- old guy you just met."
Audrey snorted. "I'm sorry, did you say that you got me a gift?" She put on a wide-eyed, innocent little girl look, and an aggressively teasing tone. "What is it, is it a pony?!"
Duke didn't match it. He shook his head, stepping away. "Forget it."
He wondered if he was going to manage to do something right with any of the women in his life this weekend. One took things much, much too seriously, and the other couldn't seem to take him seriously at all.
He really could pick them, couldn't he.
He jogged up the stairs, hoping it wouldn't be too hard to work out which of the many, many rooms in this place Octavia'd picked to stay in.
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Re: As You Were - the party gets started
Date: 2020-09-14 09:20 pm (UTC)"Actually," Audrey said, talking over the end of his sentence, her own eyes on the stairs. "I was going to go look for Mr. Carpenter. You know, he said that he knew Lucy, so I wanted to ask him some questions."
Dammit, Audrey. "We just got here." He flicked her a smile, patting her on the shoulder. "Don't worry. You will have all weekend to catch up with the -- old guy you just met."
Audrey snorted. "I'm sorry, did you say that you got me a gift?" She put on a wide-eyed, innocent little girl look, and an aggressively teasing tone. "What is it, is it a pony?!"
Duke didn't match it. He shook his head, stepping away. "Forget it."
He wondered if he was going to manage to do something right with any of the women in his life this weekend. One took things much, much too seriously, and the other couldn't seem to take him seriously at all.
He really could pick them, couldn't he.
He jogged up the stairs, hoping it wouldn't be too hard to work out which of the many, many rooms in this place Octavia'd picked to stay in.