An Heir Walks into the Club, No That's Not How That Goes...

Kaczor shuffled her newspaper some, seeing a dark shadow slip into the room along the edge. Ahh, her brother in law. Bothersome man, but the woman, well, she was a treat. A Dancer who had just preformed. What claim did her brother in law have on the woman that would bring him about and not come to say hello -- after all, if he had been there for her, he would have already approached and said hello. No, that means either someone here was due for a chat with her wife and her brother, ooor..

Of course, I find that I like to hide from this riff-raff myself, all the time. Kaczor, of House Tilani, and you are, my dear? She made sure then that no one else would join them by throwing her leg up and over the side of the chair, clearing her throat and getting more comfortable -- lady spreading, as it were. She took up space, so that no others could join them, and it would make sure that the lady didn't have anyone try and slide in beside them later on. But she tugged a few pages from the newspaper and slid them over to Seraphine.

Hold these, dear, I find that when I want stupid old men to go away, I can hide behind a news paper and only the truly dense ones continue to press their luck. And I think you have an exceptionally dense one following you. I could throw fruit at him to try and make him go away. She offered, spoken low as she nudged the fruit and cheese tray closer to the center of the table now, to share, and then poured another glass of whisky and sat it near Seraphine. And if anyone comes along that bothers you, well you're my guest now. And she still followed the old rules of hospitality. She had no problem leaving someone out by an ear, or fighting a duel, down to setting up a 'deflowering' scandal to free her wife from the clutches of her blood family -- a blanket privilege that had now been granted to Seraphine -- Kaczor liked the woman almost immediately after all, even with the sudden appearance of her brother in law.

@Seraphine Salvo