[Day 5 - LE] Honor your King (Social Thread)

[Gray]

"Huh. Excuse me for a moment." Gray darts away, heading over to try if Jason Whitt has a moment between when he is receiving attendants. "My King, may I have a word?"

Gray leans in. "Are you familiar with the Goblin Contract by the name of Huntsman's Clarion?"

"Indeed," he said while he sipped his margarita, keeping his eyes on the crowd.

"It goes ding when there's stuff." Gray clears his throat. "Ding."

"Just turning it off won't do much, and might just lead to the wrong person. If you want live wriggling bait, I can work as that, but I would be happier with plenty of folk with harpoons."

[Tiffani]

"I love your accent," she said with admiration to Tiffani.

Tiffani giggles again. "Well, thanks. Fortunately, I don't have to work too hard at it."

She grins again though it quickly disappears behind the margarita as she takes another little drink.

"This is good, by the way."

[Jason Whitt]

"It goes ding when there's stuff." Gray clears his throat. "Ding."

"Just turning it off won't do much, and might just lead to the wrong person. If you want live wriggling bait, I can work as that, but I would be happier with plenty of folk with harpoons."

"Stay alert, such things are expected for so many that have embraced their true nature," he said with a nod.

"I have been assured by Redmane that a motley of Summer is on the lookout for such things."

[Triss Bakowski]

Tiffani giggles again. "Well, thanks. Fortunately, I don't have to work too hard at it."

She grins again though it quickly disappears behind the margarita as she takes another little drink.

"This is good, by the way."

"I know right... get enough of these in me and I might be ready to clap some cheeks," she joked.

"Not really though."

[Tiffani]

"I know right... get enough of these in me and I might be ready to clap some cheeks," she joked.

"Not really though."

"Clap some cheeks," Tiffani says slowly as if saying those words for the first time in her life. Of course, the mental image she had was that of a sweet old lady patting the cheeks of some nephew or great grandson she only sees on Christmas. But she was adroit enough to know that almost certainly wasn't what TB was talking about.

"Wait, you mean, like ..." And she giggled again. The margarita and the daiquiri before it were having their effects. "Like grabbing someone's, you know, ass?" Giggles turned into plain laughter until she choked. Tiffani reached for a napkin and wiped her face. "Oh man, the margarita came out my nose!"

Then she shrugged. "Like I said, I could see if Mr. Stiletto Heels wants to talk with us. Or how about him?" She tilts her head and gestures to Craig with her chin.

[Triss Bakowski]

TB responded, "You decide, I can listen to that accent all night!"

[Tiffani]

Tiffani actually blushes a little - though whether from the compliment or the alcohol, only she knows.

"If I drink much more I'll be slurring my accent. Wait ... I don't have an accent. You do. An American accent." She snickers and takes another drink. "Okay, here goes ..."

She cups her hands around her mouth and yells into the crowd, "If the David Bowie impersonator is still in the house, you're wanted over here! And if the big guy who rapped just now, you can come over too, if you want!" And she waves her arms a few times as if she's signaling a plane to come in for a landing.

[Craig Walker]

Craig had stepped off stage and reclaimed his water. He had stopped to chat with a few other summer folks when he heard the summons and saw a Lost he hadn't before standing next to the Spring Queen.

He made his way over in what was essentially a straightish line and smiled to the women "Enjoy the show?" He asked a little loudly. Clearly by his voice he wasnt local, but hints of the local accent have started creeping through here and there.

[Bowie]

Bowie approached and said in with his British accent, "Thank you for the warm welcome, the name is Bowie."

[Tiffani]

"Uh ... hi!" Tiffani said, a little flummoxed that both of the men showed up - and at the same time, no less. Then she smirked at TB before saying, "I'm Tiffani, a pleasure, Bowie ... and you as well," she said to the huge man standing in front of her. She felt like she was talking to the side of a mountain.

"I'm not sure what my new friend's name is - I don't think she ever said," She indicates TB standing next to her. "And yes, actually, I did enjoy it. Hell, you could almost be David Bowie."

To Craig, she says apologetically, "I'm really not into the rap scene ... but ... have no fear, I still liked it. Watching people on stage brings a whole new dimension to music that you just don't get listening to a tape."

A tape. They didn't have CDs or mp4 in 1985, after all, so her references are a bit archaeic ... but Tiffani really didn't have any idea things had advanced so far.