"So Vincent are you going to the party?" Nicola asked as she saw Vincent trying to study or prepare for more fight's it was unknown.
"No Alumni allowed at this party and Avenger owes the Gentleman a favour so if anything goes out of line it will get shut down, but knowing the gentleman it will be all good." Nicola continued.

"I don't think so, I'm not good at parties." Vincent responded, looking up from his book ever so slightly. 

"Well since you aren't getting into Rhea now, maybe Tia will be to your liking, all first years are invited to check out the Dorms and the Quads it will be fun, plus I can't hope to go without a date." Nicola said with a smile on her face.

Vincent flustered and started to heat up. "What?"

"Well you are a true Englishman, you wouldn't leave a woman to go unaccompanied to place like this. Would you?" Nicola asked.

"Well no. But aren't there tonnes of guys lining up to ask you out?" He asked Nicola. She turned around, flicked her hair and cupped her breasts.
"I guess so but noone wants to cross Bill, but we all know with you its just friends." She responded.

"Yea." Victor responded, although his face still felt hot, he felt ice through his veins. "Ok I'll come." 

"Great!" Nicola said running off.

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"So what exactly is your plan, kill them all with underage drinking?" Claudia asked the Gentleman.
"Interesting but too small. I'm having an open bar to attract everyone and I will make my move in seeking out potential masters. While that is happening, you track down Branson and get me that mirror." He spoke in a low growl to Claudia.

In his hand he had a piece of card written on it, it said. 
"You are cordially invited to join The Gentleman and The House of Tia within the Wood gate. 
Please attend for an evening of wining and dining, and seeing all Tia has to offer,
with the a party only we know how to throw. 
Experience everything from Cocaine to Peyote and Tequlia to Buffalo.
Dress code - Formal 
To Rsvp, please burn this Invite." 

And he clicked his finger and the invited appeared somewhere around or on the person of every first year.

"Now what?" Claudia asked.

"Now we wait." The Gentleman said quietly.