H-292: Little Isle Manor House, Function Room
“Coincidental. However…”
She turns, eyes searching the room, beckons toward her target.
Clyde spots her gesture, a fork-full of food half-way to his mouth, approaches.
“Mer Brownej,” Raina says.
“Mer Raina,” he responds.
“Are you intoxicated enough yet?”
He responds to her inquiry, “‘Intoxicated enough’, means I’m rude enough to interrupt the band before they’ve finished their set, so probably not.”
“Pity. This one,” she indicates Lia, “plays piano.”
“So she said,” he acknowledges Lia with a respectful nod.
“Well, keep that in mind.”
“Oh, I was already alert to possibilities,” he says airily – it’s difficult to tell if that’s true or he’s bullshitting.
Raina nods.
It’s an exchange that is an odd mix of formal and casual, it’s like they’re performing for the room but the volume is only conversational level; Lia can interrupt at any time or let it play out.
Raina leans forward and talks sotto voice in Lia’s ear, “I’ll be heading back upstairs in a while, stick around and I’ll have someone bring you up where we can have a proper conversation.”
Lia can respond if she wishes.
Lia watches the by play with an increasingly startled, heading into alarmed expression. She doesn’t seem to gather herself quickly enough to actually interrupt them but is evidently unsettled by their conversation. It seems to have put her slightly off balance, enough that she reaches out and puts a hand on Raina’s arm after she leans towards her, effectively keeping her in place.
“I’m staying the night so sticking around is not a problem. I do hope you’re not intending to have me play in front of anyone…”
Her expression is a mix of flustered with notes of pleading.
*Cough… sunstone…cough*