dukeharcourt:
Although Wickford’s was at the heart of the marriage market, and therefore the one place Alexander should have avoided the most during the season, they served a brandy of supreme quality. He simply couldn’t stay away.
Watching the marriage market was certainly entertaining if one was not involved. Unfortunately his mother seemed to spend every waking moment ensuring people that he was unattached and therefore up for grabs, and he found himself avoiding the glances cast in his direction of people hoping to catch his eye. One particular parading peacock was amusing him tonight and he was confident that a certain lady would soon have a proposal coming her way from this lord currently trying to showcase his wealth. Alex turned to the person sat at the nearby table. “Care to make a little wager?”
yet another night at wickfords, the same people playing the same games. her eyes dart from table to table, studying the personalities on show. she’s not ashamed to admit to using these nights to do a little eavesdropping. after all, lips tend to be a little looser within the walls of wickfords, what with the strength of their drinks.
her eyes survey duke harcourt with curiosity as he addresses her. at face value, they weren’t entirely dissimilar. discussions of his reputation were as common in any parlour as whispers of her surprise entrance to the london scene. and no one could deny she had established a sort of reputation of her own, though hers was perhaps not quite as indelicate as the rumours that persisted about him. she offers him a smile, eager for something to make the evening a little more interesting. “ i do generally prefer to spectate, however i could certainly make an exception. tell me, what’s the wager? ”
