Welcome to Gaia! ::

(I give a lot of credit to Splungent Floob, Kouketsu-San, and Flynn_MacCallister for being so active in this guild. Just though I'd let ya know. Of course I'll be a guest here.))

Son of a sickly duke, Duncan Gurney enjoyed parties very much. It helped, being given an excuse to drink and mingle with the beautiful women he met. Outside of parties his life wasn't too great, and it felt great to share a laugh with people he didn't know while sipping at his wine.
He was't drunk, but just a bit tipsy, as he introduced himself to a young lady who'd seemingly just dumped a fancy looking man.

((Damn... I think I might have forgotten the name of the character I'm playing as in this RP... better go back and check... ^^;;;

And, thankyou Alex. I'm quite flattered. ^____^ ))

Lucille surveyed the room, looking over Zach's shoulder. No sign yet, but she had spotted one of her colleagues. She knew him, and she kne his skills were formiddable.

This was going to be one fun night.

She did, however, pity this young man who was to be caught up in the midst of everything... it was somewhat unfair. He had seen his fair share of battles. This would not be a battle.

Zach smiled lightly at her as the song ended. He murmured, "Well. It was nice dancing with you. I think I should be off to check. I'm expecting someone, you see." He said, with a faint smile before looking quickly around the room to see if his "Guest" was here. But they weren't. He smield at her and began to walk away, though feeling as if something had been wrong with her though past few moments.

Zach jumped back a little, then smiled, "IT's okay. One too many drinks, eh?" He said, before continuing to walk away, over to the buffet counter.

Sparrow hid a small smile as he heard the man walk away, and he turned his attention once more to the task at hand. Although it would be rather hard in his present state. He listened carefully and discerned a skirt brushing along the ground without a set of footfalls. He knew this would be a rather silly thought, and quickly labelled it as a colleague - a female one at that, unless it was a cross-dresser.

Sparrow smiled slightly at her appearance, "Ah. Miss Lucille - I thought you'd be here this evening." he murmured quietly, walking alongside her.

"I appear to be a tad lost. Would be so kind as to direct me in the right direction?" he questioned, a hidden meaning mixed within his words, although his question seeming innocent enough to anyone that would have been listening in.

Sparrow chuckled lightly at her comment, "Downey - could hear him from a mile off." he stated in an off-hand way, hearing a slightly odd pair of footsteps briefly, but merely passing them off as someone who couldn't dance very well.

Sparrow frowned for the briefest part of a second before smiling lightly at her comments. He was itching to do something other than act a lord, lord Raislin to be precise - the real lord Raislin had been dead for three weeks, although no one had known as the poor man lived alone far off in the country. Not even his daughter, miss Lavella, knew of his death.

However, Sparrow cared not for any sentimental feelings, nor how it might have been morally wrong. He didn't really have any morals, he kept himself alive and that was that. So long as he got paid and could buy food and clothing, he was a happy man. Perhaps this was why he felt slightly bored, he hadn't been paid anything in advance and the night seemed to drag on.

He shook himself mentally, forcing the wish of money in his hands to the back of his mind. He didn't need anymore money, he had enough to keep him going until he was a hundred and three. What he needed was one final stunt to be remembered by. That was it. Once he had acomplished something worth being recorded in the history books under his name he was finished.

"Do you have any lifelong ambitions, miss Lucille?" he queried in a soft murmur, having realised that there had been quite a long silence between them.