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The night begins
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My eyes dart to the area I heard Ciel speak, “Oh now Ciel, don’t be shy.” I boasted. “I just want to engage in conversation with you, my long lost companion.” -grins mischievously-
“Claude, i’m thirsty!” I complained. “Fetch me refreshments at once!” -
Ciel grimaces at the sickeningly innocent sound of the other boy’s voice. He moves to another cluster of people before responding. “Is that so?” Ciel begins looking for Sebastian to make sure he is around before making his next move. He sees him a little ways off. More assured, he proceeds by walking out of the crowd and into the middle of the room where Alois is standing. “I myself can think of nothing that I would want to say to you. What would you possibly have to speak to me about, Trancy?”
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Having no qualms about leaving Alois unprotected, Claude turned away to do as he was told. Several groups of people back away as he walks past, through the gap he glances at Sebastian, posed tensely as if ready to throw himself in front of his little master at a moment’s notice. What an excessively loyal fool. The Trancy butler retrieved a glass of cider as ordered, but lingered near the refreshment table, he had no desire to get involved in this cat fight.
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Grell nods, “That’s good, Lizzie.” He turns his head out toward the dance floor, he notices the start of a confrontation, “My, my.” He taps his nose, “What have we here?” He draws his hand into his pocket and tugs out a small, red notebook, “Let’s see, who’s to die tonight? Anyone in here?” He scans the page then the room and stops at one mans face, “Connor Thompson,” He clips the book closed and shoves it back into his coat, “To be killed with a golden projectile at,” He pauses, “six-thirty, it’s six- twenty nine now…” He glances up at how Sebastian and Claude seem to be staring each other down, “Is that how?”
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((I have another scenario if the story does not progress into a fight, so don’t worry.))
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Lizzie watches Ciel and his butler anxiously. Sebastian seemed to be watching someone else, who also seemed to be a butler. I wonder what’s going on… she thinks to herself. She makes her way to the refreshment table to get a bit of punch, or whatever was there.
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Grell follows Lizzie, not to be a creep, but he really liked this young girl and he’d rather NOT collect her soul quite yet. HE pours her a cup of lemonade and pours himself a glass as well, “It’s best we stay back now, young lady.” He doesn’t go into great detail, but doesn’t stop staring at the two butler’s.
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“Oh, thank you.” Lizzie says, taking the lemonade graciously. “Are you sure? Will Ciel be okay?” she asks quietly
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“Oh how rude of you.” I complained to Ciel, “You didn’t even say hello to me.” I step forward and tap my cane, and look down at the floor. “I wanted to have..” “A competition more or less.” -giggle- “Unless you’re too much of a Butlers’ boy to handle that!”
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Though quite irrated by Alois’s last comment, Ciel hides it with a smirk. “You wish to challenge me, the master of games, to a competition? Ha!” He takes a few steps forward. “I’d love to see you even try to win.”
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Grell nods, “I’m fairly certain that he will be fine.” He lifts the glass to his lips and take a delicate sip, “Hopefully, Bassy can handle this on his own.”