Tuesday, Evening, June 17th 1924: Who's hungry?
In reply to trahernwithglasses (msg # 69):
Carla snickers behind her hand as Hector mockingly crosses himself. "If you want to hear the void, tell God your hopes and dreams," he says. With a reproachful glare at young man, Abner gestures to the nearby servants who sweep in with a number of covered plates. With a flourish, the lids are removed revealing bloody cuts of nearly raw meat in a light brown sauce. They also put out three chairs, two opposite Abner, and one between Carla and the host.
"Bon Appetit," says Abner as he lifts a fork and knife from the table, the utensils appearing dainty in his large hands. Expertly spearing a hunk of meat, he starts to eat, closing his eyes as he savors the taste. Now that the host had started, Carla and Hector begin to dig in. If it wasn't for the pretense of civility, it almost feels like they would be tearing into the meat in hunger if it hadn't been for the presence of guests.
"I was surprised Charles survived Elizabeth's passing," says Abner around another mouthful as he hands busily work away at his meal. "Shame Jack hasn't been back to visit. I know you were childhood friends of his. He hasn't perhaps contacted you has he?" His eye briefly land on each of you, pausing on Byron the longest, taking in his... casual attire. "I must say, I was surprised the 'gang' had gotten back together without one of their very own." He taps the rim of his wineglass and a servant jumps forward to refill it. "We shan't be the only ones abiding tonight" he says as another servant steps forward with a bottle of blood-red which he pours into gold inlayed glasses.
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