Rodolphus was for damn sure glad that he was at the party. Heâd rather be in his room, but there were far more sinister actions occurring on this night and he considered himself fortunate to be in this room. But that meant that he would have to- actually engage. Allow people to figure out who he was or at least think that they saw him. There would need to be enough to confirm that he was in the room- socializing. And not elsewhere.Â
He had been fishing for personas all evening. He could not be standoffish Rod, that would defeat the purpose. He couldnât be a dutiful fiance because- well, he didnât want to. Then he decided that the best way to go about it was as he usually did- tailor the personality to the person he was speaking with, or be pleasant if he wasnât sure who it was. It always worked the best anyway.
The best way to connect with your peers so that they donât place you at the scene of a crime on accident? Alcohol. âHave you ever been to a party where you could not readily get a long island iced tea?â He was his motherâs son, after all. âI sure as hell havenât.â













