who: @meaganfinley setting: The Red Rose - Main floor - smoking room patio
“Alright now you’re doing it on purpose.” Taking a drag from his cigarette, he looked at the woman mockingly before redirecting his gaze to the intricate flower arrangements in the middle of the area. “How are you doing bestie?” He had no doubt she’d make him regret his arrogance but Thomas couldn’t help it. Tapping the ash onto the floor, he gave her outfit a look. “You’re not one of these people who worship that woman like some sort of saint, are you?” Most likely. Seemed like the type. Thomas wasn’t precisely pro monarchy, you see. A bunch of people living the high life on tax payer money? What kind of backward logic was that?












