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 Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 4:48 pm
Emerson Valentine
Emerson smiled. He poured Amelia and Liana a generous splash of the wine before serving himself; Draco wasn't the only one who could play the gallant gentleman.
"I wasn't suggesting that Americans were neanderthals, even if you are. I asking if you wished for something else for your palate."
He signaled a waiter and ordered a bottle of vodka; he preferred the taste to whiskey or scotch. Alcohol for men. When the waitress returned, he had a round of light mushroom soups for the four of them; courtesy appetizers that went along with the breadsticks.
"Tarvitsetko lisää aikaa?"
Amelia nodded; Em didn't speak finish, but she did.
"Another couple of minutes, please."
Emerson glanced back down to his menu.
"Are you a fan of the game, Draco?"
Amelia interrupted her twin; she leaned around Draco.
"Isn't her accent marvelous? Lia, pardonne moi, but I love the way you speak."
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 3:13 pm
Liana
After the wine was poured she reached her hand out and grabbed the glass lifting it and taking a sip. Here was one good sign of coming over here, you could drink if you wanted too. Of course Lia drank usually wine or champange at events.
She listened to the conversation everyone was having after Emerson's comment about Americans. Lia just watched the three for a moment before she looked at Amerlia who was speaking to her.
Lia shook her head as she was setting her wine glass down and grinned "No it's quite alright, I'm sure if you came to America they would love your accent there" she said and just shrugged her own shoulders.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 6:27 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"Once you've heard them all you get used to the difference. Though if I had to place her accent, New York, City, Upper East Side, or up state in the Hamptons." Draco leaned closer to Amelia and whispered in her ear again.
"You seemed a little ticked off that he brought her. If you want a ride home, I have the dean's Benz." He sat back as the rolls, sticks, sauce, and soup came out.
"This looks delicious." Draco didn't start right away he gulped some more whiskey down as he gazed at Lia analytically. Mierlia, where had he heard that name from. Tech or consultant.
"Is your father the CEO of MSA consultants. Mierlia just seems so familiar, like I've heard it from a banquet my father held last year." Draco was just trying to get information from this new girl.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 10:25 pm
Amelia Valentine
"You travel much?"
Amelia smiled at Draco and gave a subtle nod. Yes, please. She turned to see Emerson nearly glaring at her. He was not enjoying the show nearly as much as Amelia and Draco were apparently. Serves you right, darling Em. Inviting that little heiress along. What a joker. She sipped delicately at the soup and found it's earthy taste to be delightfully unexpected. A few minutes later, the waitress came back to hover at Amelia's elbow. Instead of Finnish this time, she spoke in halting English.
"Are you ready to order now?"
Amelia glanced over her menu, bored.
"The roasted swan, with a salad."
"Make that two, with the potatoes instead of a salad."
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:34 pm
Liana Mierlia
Lia looked up at the group as she heard their food orders. When Emerson and her sister ordered and got the same thing she raised her eyebrow in question clearly twins like to eat the same food but she was not someone to judge them. She never tried it but wanted to wrinkle her nose a little instead just looked down at her menu.
She decided to order her own food before she would answer Draco "Yes I'll take the braised pork loin" she said to the waitress and smiled "Thank you so much"
Her eyes then looked back at Draco "No that could be someone else in my family" she said as she shook her head "You were close in guessing he was a CEO but he is for Nabors Industries" she said now nodding her head.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:18 pm
Amelia Valentine
The waitress, seeing that her task was completed and she was now being ignored by these high class children, muttered something along the lines of "very good," collected their menus and glided off in the direction of the kitchen to the rear of the dinning area. She sipped at her thick wine, enjoying the way it tasted on her tongue; spiced in just the right ways. She nearly choked on the alcohol when she heard what Liana's father did. Even Emerson looked surprised; clearly he was not expecting that kind of power from this upstarted young Yank. Everyone who was anyone knew that name.
"Did you say Nabros?"
Lia is just full of surprises, isn't she? Amelia tried another drink of her wine and managed not to kill herself this time. She grabbed at a long bread roll and tore pieces off of it, chewing them slowly and cleaning her fingers of the greasy salt and butter from them on the napkin in her lap after every piece was safely stowed in her mouth. She didn't want to risk ruining the fine silk of her dress from a careless drop of the fingers.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:19 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco stared at the young girl and frowned. Finally someone who has a bigger trust fund than I do, great. Draco finished off his tumbler and when the waitress came over he pulled her down and whispered into her ear. She came back a minute later with the whole bottle and a fresh glass. Draco poured the a glass, scooted back and crossed a leg over the other. Things have gotten interesting.
"Nabros' stock just rose seventy percent last week. Sixth largest public company on the planet. Went public seven years ago, with your father selling controlling stake for the CEO position. He has nearly gained full control once again. He never published his gains, but the estimate was in the high tens of billions." Draco rattled this off very quickly. He reached over and took a bread stick, dipped it into the oil and ate it very quickly, unseemly almost.
"So then the heir to the Nabros empire is here, what fun can we have?" Draco chuckled as he stared at this girl who could very well upset the delicate balance of power he had taken three years to establish. The teachers would fawn over her so they would get big fat pay bonuses. ******** Nabros.
"Excuse me if I seem underwhelmed, its just not every day that you have royalty grace your presence." Draco was quite pissed off and so he was going to show contempt for this girl in every possible way he could.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:36 pm
Liana Mierlia
Liana looked at the three as they spoke to her about her father's company. Looking at Emerson she gave a faint grin and nodded her head before she breathed out and looked away not exactly thrilled with how it was turning out since before she never told anyone about her father's company or who he was. People had figured it out over time but she never publicly spoke it out.
Listening to Draco and the tone he had in his voice she lifted her wine glass, taking a sip as she stared at his face and slowly put down her glass before she spoke to him. "I'm glad you know so much about my father's company, much more than I have" she spoke in a calm tone as she looked almost amused by how he was behaving in front of her
"I have no interest in my father's company what so ever much to his dismay" she said as she smoothed the bottom of her dress as she looked up at him again "So whatever beef you have with my father or his company you can take it up with him, in fact I can arrange for you to talk to him if that is the case" she spoke before she gave a mild grin.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 1:47 pm
Emerson Valentine
"Oh, don't be so jealous, Draco; no one likes a sore loser."
Emerson made a show of looking around to make sure no one was listening in before leaning closer to Liana.
"His father's company is only in the top fifty, world wide. Hardly even worth mentioning. Don't bother setting up that meeting; he's only sad that your trust fund is about four times bigger then yours, easy."
For their part, the Valentine's father served on the board for Nexus Corporations; they ran one of the largest and most progressive technologically based companies. In it's own field, it was number eight in the world. Current project? Pioneering the world's first space-worthy combat navy. Emerson shrugged and leaned back into his proper place; he dipped a roll into his soup and munched on it in silence, enjoying the glares Draco kept sneaking to the people around the table. But not to Amelia. Damn him. I hope his d**k turns yellow rots off and his line dies with him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 9:54 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI "'s right, not ashamed to say that. That could change though, my father could have a heart attack and I could take control of the corporation. Go public and make enough to live comfortably for six lifetimes." Draco poured himself another tumbler of whiskey and knew he was well on his way to becoming s**t faced. Emerson was watching him, and he was pleased to see the annoyance. Draco was making it a point to look anywhere but Amelia. Finally he looked towardds his sister.
"Not like I care really, just means Lia's father could make a big donation and I'd lose my clout at Steering as the teachers fall over their selves to make you happy. That's what annoys me. I'm sure Emerson's made a crude joke about the dean by now. There's a good reason for it, and I'm it." Draco chuckled lowly as he poured another, the bottle half empty. His hand moved under the table and found Amelia's leg, and he started run his fingers very lighty over that soft skin.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 4:07 pm
Amelia Valentine
"But the odds of that happening are less then zero, at least not anytime soon."
"And even then, you'd have to drop out of school to manage your accounts, which would no doubt anger our dear Dean of Studies."
Emerson laughed lightly and finished his tall vodka; he ignored the empty glass and neglected to refill it. Amelia tried not to look at Draco when she felt his hands tickling themselves over her thighs. Hm. My brother gets you in a tizzy, and you take that as an invitation? She caught his hand under the table and removed it from her thigh, holding his hand lightly, to keep it from returning it. She shot a small, smile at Draco and half shrugged. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see their waitress returning, her arms loaded down with a heavily laden tray, carrying all of their delicious food. The smell of it made her stomach rumble quietly and reminded Amelia just how long ago it was that she ate food (pizza didn't count, no mater how tasty) instead of running off of coffee and Lucky's with the occasional injection of H like she and Emerson were wont.
"Who hasn't made a blue comment about your little pet?"
She watched as the pretty waitress first cleared away their soup plates (all in various positions of emptiness) and replaced them with the dinner plates. Amelia's pulled swan was artfully placed on a bed of lettuce, her real salad in a small dish at her elbow. It looked even better then it smelled, in her opinion. And it'll taste even better then it looks. Yummy. Without her asking for it, Emerson passed her the pepper with a smile; they knew each other too well.
"What did you order again, Lia? That looks fantastic."
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 4:54 am
Liana
Lia listened to the little bicker between them as it was obvious that Emerson didn't like that Draco was here on behalf of Amelia. It was quite amusing to see the two boys battle it out maybe not physically but almost verbally.
Her attention got steered off when she saw the food coming in and thanked the waitress once she put her food down on the table. Lia looked down on her pork and started cutting it into small pieces. Hearing Amelia's question she looked up at her and smiled "It is good, I remember having it before" she said "it's braised pork loin" her eyes scanned over both Emerson's and Amelia food since they both got the same thing "Yours looks good as well, I don't think I have every tried that" she said.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 9:07 am
Amelia Valentine
Amelia had to drop Draco's hand in order to eat; she was left handed. She lightly peppered her food before passing it back to her twin; He coated his plate in the black flakes. She rolled her eyes. It tastes more then fine and he coats it in pepper. Nice. Very classy, Em. Amelia turned back to Liana, a smile on her sweet lips.
"You've never had swan? You must! You will never go back to your filth grubbing animal once you've tasted it. Here."
She sliced free a delectable tidbit and passed it towards Liana on her fork. She didn't mind sharing; there was too much on her plate for her any way. Emerson usually finished off her food, no matter where they were. After all, what else where twins for? Snuggling, but that was when they were alone.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 11:18 am
Liana
Liana saw her offering some of her food. She looked over before she reached her hand to grab the fork from her. She put the piece of swan in her mouth eating off of Amelia's very fork. Lia wasn't someone who hated germs or eating off of other people's silverware unless it was someone who look disgusting.
She handed Amelia her fork back as she chewed, tasting the swan that Amelia had offered her. Once she swallowed it she dabbed her mouth and grinned to Amelia "Very satisfying, next time I go out to eat that is what I'll be getting" she told her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 7:38 pm
Emerson Valentine
Emerson looked up just in time to see Liana take a careful mouthful of the delectable, sweetened bird off of Amelia's very own fork. He grinned widely and came out in all of his jock glory:
"Okay, that's hot."
Amelia rolled her eyes and accepted her fork back from Lia with a small upturn of her lips.
"Pervert. Lia, sweetie, please pay my demented brother no mind. He has been a dry spell lately and it manifests itself haphazardly and indiscriminately. I am deeply sorry, on his behalf."
Emerson gave a short laugh, watching as his mei-mei forked another mouthful of her food into that sweet mouth of hers. He poured himself a new, tall glass of his drug of choice (well one of them) and refused to address Amelia's comments further; no need to get tangled in a public mud match, if he can have a private one later.
"So, what do you like to do, Yank? Sports? Reading? Languages?"
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