☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm
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TheGala was dull, and his mother had bored him to tears, babbling to herPureblood friends about a made up profession that her only son had.Merlin forbid that the only remaining male of the McTavish bloodlinewas a Bartender with a filthy drug habit and worked illegally for the‘Skeeter daughter’ on the side. He rolled his eyes as elderly womencongratulated him on the “birth of his son” and escaped themoment they focused their attention on another poor unsuspecting man.
Hemade his way to the large garden, before turning to look up at theManor. He’d forgotten who’s property this was, truthfully he didn’tcare. He would not have attended, but his mother was spiteful.Despite her less prejudice ways, and her caring nature, Tarquin wouldruin her reputation. She would sell him out just as quickly, so itwas easier to play along.
Helit up his cigarette, grateful for the relief it brought with it, andhis eyes observed his surroundings. It had been a long time sincehe’d lived somewhere this big. After his mother kicked him out, he’dsettled in his one bedroom apartment. A life of luxury was not forhim. His gaze diverted again, to the only other guest outside. Awoman, certainly older than him but perhaps a little younger than hismother. She looked youthful, but the air about her showed wisdom withage. Despite this, she was shivering. It was more habit than anythingthat Tarquin took off his suit jacket and approached her, wrapping itaround her shoulders. That was what a gentleman did at Gala’s.
“Smoke,ma'am?” He asked politely, offering her an unlit cigarette.