❛ as defending champion, are you nervous? ❜
Non-committal smiles, pure politeness that only moved the corners of her mouth was the answer - teeth so bright, she could probably rip out his throat - and pretending not to notice any snide remark hidden in those words. Of course, it was a sport among them, all part of a Grand Game, to take it in and laugh.
“My darling.” Words like honey that could hide a deadly calm, a hidden blade behind a back, the last warning before she took herself to definitely stab his smug face. But hadn’t she only been so smug herself now, enough to raise the attention of those children at one of the enless soirées that were so amusingly boring that she couldn’t be bothered to stay past dessert; at least when there were no individuals to raise her interest. But Cousin Eleanor had been taken aback by an off-hand remark, when she was already mentioning to the maid to fetch her coat.
“I’ve been drinking for a decade before your dear father had even met your lovely mother." Of course, she could've said 'wanked off to her tits which were displayed for everyone to see, and by God, he wasn't the only one', but she wouldn't hurt him like that. Especially in front of his peers, and dear papa not even so far away. So her comment stayed behind a still toothy smile, licking the salt off her hand, taking the shot of Tequila and biting into the lemon wedge. "That one was just to get warmed up."
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