[center][color=seagreen][h1]Drake[/h1]
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[color=greenyellow][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/MzbZEo0.png]Black/Green Coat[/url], Black Dress Pants, and Black Shoes
[color=greenyellow][b]Time:[/b][/color][color=seagreen] Morning of the 25th[/color] 
[color=greenyellow][b]Location:[/b][/color][color=seagreen] Edwards Estate[/color]
[color=greenyellow][b]Mentions:[/b][/color][color=seagreen] Victoria, Callum [@helo], and Ariella [@tpartywithzombi][/color][/color]

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The commotion had more or less come to a stop - at least in the main area in front of the stage. Looking around there was a slight frown on Drake’s face. He had conflicted feelings about the revelry that had broken out. On one hand, the people were having fun and enjoying themselves. Occasions such as this are, in his mind, meant to spread joy and merriment. But he still felt as if this would end up crashing back on their public image - one that he knew his father had done so much to try and maintain. To a degree his mother had as well, but the one who always had to deal with their antics was the Duke himself.

His attention was brought back as Callum had accepted his offer of a drink, and Drake thought that for the moment it would be best to clear his head a little more before he said or did anything drastic. He already made a fool of himself and as best as he did to mediate it - he was sure people would boast and guffaw about it in the next morning’s paper. Seeing his father had yet again taken control of his rampant mother, and that his sister had gone off to socialize with other guests - likely to avoid having a meltdown over their argument - Drake guided the Prince to the open bar - where he would unknowingly partake in a comparatively softer drink than what he had prior.

With a polite wave he motioned for Callum to take a seat where he would please. [color=greenyellow]”Start us off with two whiskeys please - take it from the double-aged oak please.”[/color] He nodded to the bartender who prepared two glasses. A perfectly circular ball of ice was placed in each glass before the man reached up above him to grab a large bottle of what could only be the aforementioned whiskey. A pop of the cork on the bottle and the rich tones would fill the air as the bartender poured their drinks and slid them across the counter towards them. He gave the pair a bow and resumed serving the nearby crowd that was beginning to grow as the number of inebriated patrons rose.

Drake turned to the Prince with a smile, swirling the drink in his hand as he spoke aloud. [color=greenyellow]”Forgive me, Prince Callum. I know my mother can be a handful - so I’m thankful you took her criticism in stride. There was a time she wasn’t so….ornery. Or maybe it’s taken me this long to see it for myself. But ahh, let’s not dwell too much on it.”[/color] He takes a sip of the fine beverage - letting it fully slide down his throat before throwing his next statement at the man. [color=greenyellow]”I’d actually love to talk with you a little more about you and Ariella if it isn’t too out of place. What exactly might your intentions with her be?”[/color] He shot Callum a smile - friendly enough to imply he wasn’t going to make a scene if something bad were to be said. But he was Ariella’s bigger brother after all, it only felt natural for him to poke even just a little bit into her potential suitors. If the way she had been acting with Callum had hinted at anything - it would be that her favorite such suitor would be the man sharing a drink with him right now.

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