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[color=00F8FE]Time: 10am
Location: Drake’s Birthday Bash
Interactions: Charlotte [@princess], Lorenzo [@FunnyGuy], Cassius [@PapaOso][/color][hr]

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[color=00F8FE]“Did I hear shots? I know I’m at the right table!”[/color] Callum said, taking a seat shortly after Charlotte, as if merely mentioning shots had summoned him. He glanced around but once his eyes settled on Charlotte he stared for a few seconds longer than what was considered polite. He tried to imagine what Ana had described, but nothing about her gave Cal a sense of dread. [color=00F8FE][i]She really threatened Ana and Edin???[/i][/color] That was even harder to picture, but then again he didn’t know her all that well. 

He realized he was staring and shifted his attention to Cassius. [color=00F8FE]“Sorry if the bastard comment was out of line, I didn’t mean it as an insult. I think the name Vael suits you better than Damien, but I’ve never cared much for your father. Or my own.”[/color] Cal said before finishing off his glass of wine. His attention shifted back to Charlotte, studying her reaction to how he spoke of the king. Searching for any sign that she might be an ally. 

[color=00F8FE]“Yours seems great.”[/color] He said to Charlotte before smiling at Lorenzo. [color=00F8FE]“It’s an honor to sit with the best-dressed Duke in Caesonia.”[/color] He added nodding to Lorenzo. [color=00F8FE]“Oh, look! Shots are here!”[/color] Callum’s attention was immediately drawn to a server carrying a tray of spirits. 

[color=00F8FE]“To the two of you,”[/color] Cal said standing up and gesturing to Cassius and Charlotte with the shot glass he’d picked up. [color=00F8FE]“A stunning couple. And to Lord Drake, of course.”[/color] He added before downing the shot. 

From out of the corner of his eye he saw the same ghastly image of Darryn he’d seen back in his room. Red eyes aglow with judgment, watching as Cal celebrated just hours after learning of Darryn’s death. It made that shot sit in his stomach like curdled milk as Cal tried not to focus in on the illusion. [/color]