#chat:blaise

[ccogsworth]

who: claude & @blaiselumi where: claude's apartment

"Blaise, for goodness sake, we’re going to be late,” he groaned, but before he knew it Claude was being pulled into his friend’s bed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He instinctively went to go check his watch, but groaned in frustration at the hands that were perpetually stuck at twelve. “What time did you say it was, seven? I’m giving you half an hour, got it? Compromise.” It was only because the previous night had been so restless that Claude even entertained the idea of going back to bed. “Come on, scooch,” he ordered, sliding off his jacket and settling into the bed. “Do you have an iron handy? I’m going to have to go over this shirt once more before we go to work, if you don’t mind. How foolish would I look with a wrinkled shirt?” Claude let out a yawn, laying his head on the pillow beside Blaise’s. “Seven thirty. Not a minute more.”

[angelangeliques]

who: angelique & @blaiselumi where: kit's house

Angelique didn't really bring plus-ones to events that she'd planned herself, but this was a more casual one that she could get away with. She wanted to show Blaise just how hard she'd been working, as she'd seen what he'd been up to in the kitchen already. Kit was looking for more casual events to be held at the vineyard with the weather getting warmer, and Angelique was attempting to escalate what would be just a garden party into something more elegant. She was proud of doing something different for Kit than she'd done before; it gave some spice to the island that currently had nowhere else to go.

With a glass of wine in her hand and her planner in the other, Angelique finally felt settled enough with what was going on that she could spend a few minutes with the man she'd brought along. "Sorry about that, I'm back now, all yours," she assured him, touching her wine glass to his. "You looked like you didn't have much trouble without me, though. Always so social. Some things never change."

[wonderherc]

who: hercules & @blaiselumi where: the snuggly duckling

There were only a few places around town where Herc actually felt safe, and one just happened to include the bar outside he was shot. The chances of him actually getting hurt outside the same place were slim, and Meg had insisted that she felt safer where she was able to keep an eye on him while she was at work. At this rate, Hercules should've just quit his job at the gym and taken one at the bar, as he spent quite a bit of time behind it when it got busy to lend a hand. He really didn't mind getting to spend time with his favorite person while getting to talk to people and drink free beer: it was kind of the perfect set-up.

Herc assumed that the chef who had invited him to his own restaurant on a date with Meg wouldn't mind stopping by the Duckling for a drink, as he'd requested to catch up after their latest soccer match. As Blaise entered, Hercules gave him a wave from behind the bar before coming around to greet him with a shake of his hand. "Look who it is: the MVP of last weekend. What's up? What are we drinking?"

[attadreyfus]

closed starter for @blaiselumiere​

Atta found solace in the kitchen of La Rose, where she waited for Hopper, Zeke, and Bucky to finish inside their private room. It had been assumed that she would sit this one out, with the men going into the room and shutting the door behind them before she could even come close to entering. Instead, she waited in the kitchen, which seemed to be fairly empty given the hour of the evening. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be coming inside, but there was a man coming in the doorway, and Atta stood up instinctively. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be in here,” she apologized quickly, remaining standing. “My boss is having a meeting in the other room, and I just needed somewhere to sit,” Atta admitted sheepishly. “I’m Atta, I hope I’m not a bother. If you need help cleaning up or anything, I’d be happy to help. I’ll do literally anything to keep me busy at this point--they’ve been in there for so long.”

[masterofhisfate]

@blaiselumiere​

There were often times Adam’s friends were always there to pick him up off the floor when he needed it. Sometimes literally. Adam wasn’t that person tonight though. The tables had turned a bit and instead of his friends seeking him out to check on him it was Adam seeking Blaise out. He felt like they’d been distant lately and Adam was unsure why. With two bottles of wine tucked safely under his arm he knocked on his friend’s door. “I know you’re home,” he yelled from the outside. “Your lights are on. Let me in. I have alcohol.” He knew bribing wasn’t the best way to go about things, but he wanted to check on his friend after not receiving any texts back from earlier. “Don’t make me get my key out!” he threatened, in a friendly manner. After no response he sighed and started digging in his pocket for his key ring when the door opened. “About time,” he huffed. “I’ve been waiting.” Adam walked inside and put the two bottles of wine on the table. “Go get some glasses.”

[claudecogsworth]

event starter for @blaiselumiere​

“You!” was the first thing Claude could utter as he spotted the familiar silhouette of his best friend in the distance on the boardwalk. He had been trying to contact Blaise for days now, since the post about him being a potential father had dropped, and his friend had not been answering any of his texts, calls, or showing up to work, for that matter. It didn’t matter whether or not he was actually going to be a father, in Claude’s mind, but that he actually could have impregnated a girl and fell off the gird thereafter. For all that he knew, Blaise had fallen off the face of the earth without a trace of anything left. It was frustrating, continuing to have his best friend ignore him in times of deep distress. 

With a firm grab on Blaise’s arm, Claude steered the two away from view on the boardwalk, ducking between two restaurants on a sidewalk that led to the street. “Where the hell have you been? Do you know how many times I’ve tried to contact you? How many times Adam has tried to contact you, because we thought you might have run off to God knows where after that post? You didn’t think to at least tell us that you were alive and well?” He let out an annoyed, yet relived sigh of relief, taking a step back into the railing that framed the sidewalk. “Tell me she’s not with child, please.”

[ccogsworth]

who: claude & @blaiselumi where: les trois comperes

Being Blaise Lumiere's best friend was, at times, an exhausting endeavor. The times when it was especially tiresome included when Blaise had decided to embark on courting multiple women at the same time until it ultimately came to a halt when these women of choice were smarter than Blaise himself. This was what he figured had happened when he'd received the text requesting his presence at the restaurant after leaving the ball, where Blaise had decided to take only one of the women as his date to the event. Claude had seen this before, and the exhausted look on his friend's face as he entered was all he needed to confirm his suspicion.

"You look like you've been beat up. Did you actually get beat up? Is that something on your face?" he questioned, sliding over a glass of wine as Blaise took a seat across from him at one of the many empty tables. "Come on, sit. I won't even say I told you so once, and if I do, you have my expressed permission to kick me under the table."

[angelangeliques]

continued from here for @blaiselumi

The dance he began rang like music to her ears, the same back and forth that they had gotten so good at so long ago. Ebbs and flows, shooting at each other with questions that were simply answered with another. "You didn't know you had one, cherie? I know you're smarter than that." Though he led with the heart, a move that Angelique had considered far too simple for herself, he had always a sense of awareness of where he stood. It seemed now that he didn't have a clue where he was now, but neither did the blonde, which she supposed meant they might as well be as close as ever. Angelique tried to ignore anything that she'd been told about how Blaise had been when it came to other girls, but it was hard when the chatter was all around her at the restaurant. With a shake of her head, she shrugged off the apology wordlessly. He owed her nothing, not even the semblance of the person who he was when she'd left. They were both different now, even if Angelique felt the closest to her old self than she had since coming back. "I could say the same. No disappointment, though, at least, not for me." She paused, thinking of how to elaborate without falling too deep into a trap of words she could set for herself. "You're always going to be you, Blaise, to your core--the guy I fell in love with. I don't think you could ever lose him."