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[patfiddlesticks]

Date/Time: 'The Shady Aftermath'; Nov 3rd, Tues; Afternoon
Location: Glasgow, London
Open to: Any
Involving; NPCs, James, Patrick

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[jamessanford]

Ah, right. She did need to get back to the.. ah, estate, didn't she? He nodded grabbed his jacket, his house keys, and his cigarettes before looping his arm through her's.

"All right then," he replied, nodding. "Do this the right way -- you know how to get there better than I do."

After all, he wasn't going to waste travel faire to take a girl home when they could apparate for free. Psh.

[patfiddlesticks]

Anne-Laurie froze. Wait, he was going back with her. Slowly, she glanced over at him, then looked back ahead, blinking.

Oh, this wouldn't be good.

But she couldn't exactly tell him no, could she? So, swallowing, she nodded, "Oui." With a crack, they vanished, then appeared again at the Estate.

As she opened her eyes (she had a horrible habit of clenching them shut as she apparated), she let out a tiny sigh of relief. They were in what appeared to be a practice room of sorts - a small ballroom with mirrors and balance bars lining one wall, and mats spread out on the floor in a certain corner. An 8-track player sat on the floor by the far wall, next to a pile of clean towels. She had picked this place to go to in hopes that it would be empty, since Rochelle had been away so much that week.

"Here we are," she told him quietly, then glanced up to offer him a smile.

[jamessanford]

James looked around, his brows raised, obviously impressed. "So we are," he murmured, keeping his arm draped around her cozily. "Nice."

He waited, then quite quickly guided her through the door and into a corridor. "All right, so you gonna give me the grand tour, sweet cheeks? Please do. I can't bear to leave you so soon."

He smirked, watching her with that dark, manly gaze.

[patfiddlesticks]

Anne-Laurie took in a deep breath. Hoboy. "Oui," she replied quietly, albiet nervously.

As they started down the corridor, she was obviously looking around for something. They passed a massive amount of doors, about ten or so, each of which Anne-Laurie referred to as guest rooms. "They keep as many open rooms in their house as in their hotels!" she informed him, sounding almost amused with the fact. "Perhaps they one day move out, turn house into hotel as well. We never know."

After a few hundred feet or so, the corridor opened up into a platform with stairs curling down to the bottom floor. At the sight of this, she tensed up a touch. The front doors were right there, along with the room she pointed to and quietly informed him to be the parlor, then paused. She glanced both further down the hall and down the stairs. Obviously, either direction was bound to lead her to trouble. Down the hall? Patrick's bedroom. Down the stairs? Likely Alec, or maybe even a few of her fellow maids.

What a predicament.

[jamessanford]

"C'mon," he said with a grin, tugging her down the winding stairs. "My my my, what a fancy little place you've got here luvvie. No wonder you were so eager to leave my dingy li'l flat, eh?" He chuckled somewhat loudly, his hand playing with her hair lazily as he plopped down the stairs.

"Lots of... untouchable things, huh?" he asked, brushing his finger over the back of a rather majestic looking sculpture. "Bloody museum," he murmured, obviously amused with the situation.

"Where's the little mister of the house? I'd like to pay him my regards, I do believe. OY! Patrick Fiddlesticks! C'mout!!"

[patfiddlesticks]

Anne-Laurie let out what could only be described as a panicked squeak, batting her hands at his arm. "No no, we should not disturb him!" She knew so little about the situation between Pat, Andra, and James, but enough to know that Patrick seeing the older man would not be good.

But the attention he'd grab in his attempts to lure him out could be so much worse.

Unfortunately, while Alec had seen the man, he hadn't really caught what his voice sounded like. So as someone shouted for Patrick, he rounded the corner, straightening out his tux to greet the visitor. However, as he saw James and Anne-Laurie standing there, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"No."

Oh, Alec was not happy in the least bit. He strolled right up to the two as he straightened his cufflinks, anger burning in his eyes. "You are late for work," he said to Anne-Laurie, giving her a rather pointed look, "And you? You are not to be here," he added as he looked at James, then looked him over as if to size him up.

[jamessanford]

"Damn Jeeves," James drawled, looking him over. "Not too welcoming for a butler, are ya?" He grinned wide, still plunking down the stairs with his arm around Anne-Laurie. Ahh he supposed he did need to let her go, mm?

He pulled her to him, planting a steamy, wet, hot kiss on her, before letting her go and patting her bum.

"You must shuffle by once you're in uniform," he murmured. "Give me a reason to give you a ring, eh?" He flashed her a dazzling smile, then crossed his arms as he looked down at The Butler.

[patfiddlesticks]

Anne-Laurie actually giggled as he pulled her down to him, earning the two an eye-roll from Alec. As he broke the kiss, she nipped at his bottom lip, then drew herself back up. The pat on the bottom? Smile and wink from Anne-Laurie, another eye-roll from Alec.

Really, they didn't need to flaunt it.

And yes, she had every intention of dropping by again once she was in uniform. Yes, it was a professional atmosphere, but if he wanted to see it? She'd damn well show it. Giving him another one of her candid, near-shy smiles, she hurried off.

"Good," Alec replied dryly, folding his arms as well. "Great. You've made your point. Mind leaving now? I hate to be rude, really, but you're bloody about as unwelcome as they come."

[jamessanford]

"Ahhh, c'mon," he said, dropping down the last couple of steps to be at Alec's level. "I was awfully gracious to have you in my home, didn't try to shoo you out or nothing... And you're practically shoving me out the door!"

He clapped the younger man on the shoulder, leaning close.

"This isn't about me an' Frenchie, is it?" he asked, quite candidly. "Really, it's only fair that I come into your castle and kiss your attractive women if you're gonna do the same to me."

His eyes flared dangerously, but his lips quirked in a wry smile.

[patfiddlesticks]

"Actually," he replied as he looked off, annoyance showing in his eyes, but poncy disdain in his voice, "I was shoo'ed off the second you left your room, if I remember correctly. So see? I had time in your home without you realising I was there, you had time in ours. Now, just as the Lady had the good sense to get rid of me before anything happened, I've got the good sense to get rid of you."

He stepped back, sliding away from James' touch, and motioned elegantly to the door. "So. Please be careful to not leave prints on the glass. It was just cleaned."

He'd not touch the kiss comment at all, oh no. But he'd definately keep in mind that obviously Andra wasn't one to confide a single bloody thing to.

[jamessanford]

"Where's Fiddlesticks?" he asked, ignoring everything Alec said and strolling around him, heading through the foyer, further into the house. "I was so looking forward to seeing him again. We're good mates, y'know. Back at Hogwarts. Oooh, always such witty things said between us!"

He chuckled, sticking his hands in his pockets and he walked.

[patfiddlesticks]

"He's in his room and you would do well to not disturb him," Alec informed him angrily, immediately following after him. "He and his father are about to leave for a trip and he's getting ready. Chances are, his father is within reach as well, and he is not someone you want to toy with, Mr Sanford."

So yeah, he thought the man was an ass, but as long as he was the butler in the house? He'd at least use a respectful name towards him. Only relief he had was that James was going in the absolute wrong direction to find either of the Fiddlesticks.

[jamessanford]

"Daddy Fiddlesticks?" James asked, absolutely grinning. "That's even better, c'mon, be a good butler and lead me to 'em. Announce, ooh, can you do that?" He looked positively ecstatic.

"Messr. Sanford," he began, his tone deep and proper, before giving a low, deep bow.

[patfiddlesticks]

"No," he replied again, standing firm this time. "Absolutely not."

He opened his mouth to instruct James on just where to leave from and what to not allow the door to smack when the world absolutely betrayed him. It was enough to make him bring his fingertips up to rub against his brow.

There was a bit of a ruckus upstairs. A door opened, and talking could be heard - Benjamin speaking with someone, saying "Oh, she's finally arrived? Have her meet me in my office." It wasn't as if he was yelling or anything, but the sound of his voice in the quiet house just happened to travel much easier than Alec would have preferred.

[jamessanford]

"That him?" James asked excitedly, turning around and heading to the stairs. He watched Alec, then turned slightly thoughtful. Hmmm. Now how could he get what he wanted?

Ah. Here's a thought.

"Tell you what. I won't cause a bit o' trouble for you if we make a little deal. Hmm?"

[patfiddlesticks]

"That would be the Master of the House," he replied, damn near grumbling as he took off to beat James up there. He worked at straightening out his suit as he went (one always looked their best for Benjamin Fiddlesticks, for he was the one who handed out paychecks), but paused at the sound of that bloody awful tosser's voice again.

With a sigh, he turned. Slowly, he walked back down, taking each and every step stiffly, showing his absolute irritation with the older man. Once he was within a foot or so of James, he crossed his arms over his chest again.

"What?"