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Post by Meira on Feb 17, 2019 14:31:11 GMT -5
Rahse had a point, Eamon noted inwardly. He had decried the idea of coming to the gala. But that had been several hours ago. How was he to know that his niece had turned out to be a terrible host? There were so many of them in his family, was he really expected to keep in touch with all of them? It was all water under the bridge by now, at any rate, so no need to assail Rahse with a retort. Besides, there was Cristine, the voice of reason in their trio, coming to his aid. Eamon lifted his mug at Cristine's words and his mouth promptly fell open at the sight of her empty hand.
"Well, that just won't do." Eamon muttered, then turned to cast his eyes about to find a passing waiter. As Eamon stopped the individual, Rahse swipped a glass from the tray they carried. Eamon rolled his eyes at his companion's lack of discernment, and then detailed the specifics of the drinks he wanted from the bar. With a discrete exchange of credits, the waiter eagerly moved to fetch the order.
When Eamon turned to reassure Dr. Bellamy that her unfortunate circumstance was soon to be remedied, he found that she'd been engaged in conversation with a new arrival. His eyes flitted over the man, one corner of his mouth pulling back ever so slightly. Go girl. While considering if he should interject himself into the topic of the Tapani high prince and the shoeless girl, a familiar sounding voice spoke from just behind him.
Turning, Eamon found himself facing the Chancellor. Though somewhat surprised at the politician's sudden appearance, the Corellian nobleman still managed a respectably dignified dip of his head as Rahse introduced himself and then Eamon. When Cristine was not subsequently introduced, Eamon pivoted back toward her, finding the gentleman speaking to her now producing the ingredients for a rather tasty looking cocktail and bemoaning Rahse's apparent lapse in manners. Did all the tables have their own cocktail sets hidden somewhere? He resisted the urge to inspect the other nearby tables. Instead Eamon -taller than his fellow doctors- peered over the heads of his companions, back and forth between the pinstriped stranger and the Supreme Chancellor. Who to choose, mommy or daddy? Eamon mused to himself. In the end, the stranger seemed more interested in saving Cristine from the social faux pas. And the Chancellor had just complimented his clothing.
"Ah, perfect timing." Eamon said as the waiter returned with a number of glasses filled with the requested cocktail. Inwardly, he complimented himself on requesting two each for himself and his fellow doctors. Now there would be enough to share, never mind the magic drinks the stranger had conjured. He took the tray from the waiter and held it out for each to take, should they wish. "A toast is in order, I'm sure." he said, taking up one of the glasses. "To... the Republic and... strong leadership with excellent taste." Eamon cracked a smile and inclined his head toward the Chancellor before taking a sip of his drink.
"Well, that just won't do." Eamon muttered, then turned to cast his eyes about to find a passing waiter. As Eamon stopped the individual, Rahse swipped a glass from the tray they carried. Eamon rolled his eyes at his companion's lack of discernment, and then detailed the specifics of the drinks he wanted from the bar. With a discrete exchange of credits, the waiter eagerly moved to fetch the order.
When Eamon turned to reassure Dr. Bellamy that her unfortunate circumstance was soon to be remedied, he found that she'd been engaged in conversation with a new arrival. His eyes flitted over the man, one corner of his mouth pulling back ever so slightly. Go girl. While considering if he should interject himself into the topic of the Tapani high prince and the shoeless girl, a familiar sounding voice spoke from just behind him.
Turning, Eamon found himself facing the Chancellor. Though somewhat surprised at the politician's sudden appearance, the Corellian nobleman still managed a respectably dignified dip of his head as Rahse introduced himself and then Eamon. When Cristine was not subsequently introduced, Eamon pivoted back toward her, finding the gentleman speaking to her now producing the ingredients for a rather tasty looking cocktail and bemoaning Rahse's apparent lapse in manners. Did all the tables have their own cocktail sets hidden somewhere? He resisted the urge to inspect the other nearby tables. Instead Eamon -taller than his fellow doctors- peered over the heads of his companions, back and forth between the pinstriped stranger and the Supreme Chancellor. Who to choose, mommy or daddy? Eamon mused to himself. In the end, the stranger seemed more interested in saving Cristine from the social faux pas. And the Chancellor had just complimented his clothing.
"Ah, perfect timing." Eamon said as the waiter returned with a number of glasses filled with the requested cocktail. Inwardly, he complimented himself on requesting two each for himself and his fellow doctors. Now there would be enough to share, never mind the magic drinks the stranger had conjured. He took the tray from the waiter and held it out for each to take, should they wish. "A toast is in order, I'm sure." he said, taking up one of the glasses. "To... the Republic and... strong leadership with excellent taste." Eamon cracked a smile and inclined his head toward the Chancellor before taking a sip of his drink.