[h3]In Which Dorian Grey Encounters a Pleasant Surprise[/h3]

In a silent solitude, Dorian Grey lamented the events that had occurred after the Adversary. After all it led to the Mob taking control when the Aristocrats needed to hold the reigns more than ever. It deprived him of what he had laying around in his coffers, and the ability to roam around in a bohemian lifestyle he found so amusing.

So of course, Mister Grey was in the proper attire for mourning as any true Victorian Aristocrat would be. For Dorian had truly lost much. Namely he lost a dear relative, one of his first cousins Darren Grey. Of course, it was complete nonsense. Dorian needed a bit more funding to maintain his lavish celebrations, as his coinpurse was drying up. So it was a good thing his cousin Darren obtained a nice life insurance policy from Celestial Life Insurance Pty Ltd. 

And so due to the 'death' of his first cousin, Dorian Grey was in his proper mourning attire, the well kept silk suit made of the darkest threads, alongside his light undershirt and cream colored gloves. He always was impressed how the dark went well with his own angelic features, and provided a suitable contrast.

But even with his own mourning, he had a pleasant demeanor about him, much like the violet perfume which lingered upon him. After all he was a Victorian Gentleman receiving hospitality. And this small soirée was filled with peasants who would be looking up to proper aristocrats, in order to perform a vain mimicry in order to try to fit in.

Well, at least the band could keep a tempo for a band. With that Dorian scanned the room for ladies who were being wallflowers and did not have a dance partner. As a gentleman he would be obliged to pick one of them, and more importantly it struck Dorian's fancy to do that.

But currently, Mister Grey felt the need for a drink. With an elegant stride, Dorian maneuvered through the room with the utmost grace. And as he approached the selection of drinks he saw a most amusing site.

Oh the Orient with the ill kept beard, was there holding a bowl. Of course Mister Grey had to chat with him and more importantly irk him in some manner or another. The thought tickled his fancy, as Yu provided to be a most entertaining benefactor. His serious mind was always good for a laugh. 

Dorian Grey approached Guan Yu, with a joyful smile plastered on his face. "Oh my dear fellow, fancy seeing you here." Noting the bowl in his hands, he felt a small ribbing was in order. "I was unaware that you were serving at this event. How quaint. Hm, I suppose next is to inquire upon the contents of the bowl, if it is drink or feast."

"Mister Yu, I fancy a Mai Tai."