[color=gray]Jack didn't seem to notice Vivienne excusing herself, lost in thought his fingertips traced around the rim of the empty glass, he could feel but ignored the eyes burning holes into him. A recording of Handel's choral music was beginning to play on the Phonograph, Jack's eyes lifted slightly.[/color] "June twenty-ninth, The Crystal Palace..." [color=gray]He whispered, eyes dazed probably from the copious amount of alcohol he had drank.[/color] "London?" [color=gray]Asked Boden, curiously. Throwing the towel down on the bar counter top and leaning in on his palms.[/color] [color=gray]Jack shot the barkeep a look but his gaze soon grew softer as his lips parted slightly,[/color] "Aye." [color=gray]His tone had grown as soft as his voice as he was stuck in a sweet memory. He raised his glass towards the shelf that held the liquor and motioned towards the empty bottle beside him.[/color] "Pass us another would you, mate?" "Your liver." [color=gray]Boden remarked with a shrug, passing down another bottle of the same whiskey from the shelf. Jack laughed. A laugh that started off as quiet as a mouse but grew into a bellow.[/color] "Now that's funny." [color=gray]He uttered, speech slightly slurred as he pointed a finger at the barkeep before filling his glass once again.[/color] [hr] [color=gray]Mama followed Cornelius into the study, closing the door behind her slowly waiting for the click as the latch snapped into place. She glanced around the room admiring the ceiling in particular especially in the dim light of the candles scattered around. The creaking leather drew attention to her host as her head turned in an almost jerking notion, she watched him cross his leg with an eyebrow raised.[/color] "Do you hold reverence to Momma Lion, or may I call you Miss Lion?" [color=gray]While her tone and body language was open and inviting, she remained standing at the far end of the room, taking a few steps away from the door and examining some of the books on the shelf.[/color] "You much of a reader, Cornelius?"[color=gray] She asked, her finger running down the spine of a particularly old tome.[/color] "Why don't you just call me, Atabei." [color=gray]She turned from the assortment of books to Cornelius and with a certain Caribbean grace made her way towards the desk, taking a seat on the chair opposite and crossing her own leg over the other, patting down the tatty, patched dress and clearing her throat.[/color] "And yes..." [color=gray]She uttered, looking the vampire up and down,[/color] "It is [b]Miss[/b]." [color=gray]She treated him to a coy smile of invitation.[/color] "So tell me, Cornelius." [color=gray]She spoke slow taking more caution with annunciation, her tongue tipping off her pearly whites.[/color] "Why have you brought me half-way across the World? I came under the impression there was some kind of business to discuss." [color=gray]Despite her dialect becoming more local, her accent remained thick and rich.[/color] [hr] [color=gray]Jack had found his way out of the bar and traipsed along the thin and what felt like winding corridors, a bottle of whiskey in hand that Boden had told him to keep - not like there would have been much choice. Or so Jack thought at least. Occasionally he found he had to stop and place a hand against the wall to find himself again. This was some strong stuff, and he had gone through an amount that would probably have hospitalized any human by now, he didn't feel guilty if he was a [i]little[/i] drunk. [/color] [color=gray]Humming the tune he had heard in the bar that was now relaying over and over in his mind he stumbled into the foyer of the manner and looked around bleary eyed, making his way to a grand staircase where he sat on the step and slugged off a good mouthful from the bottle, followed by a deep breath. He looked up only to find Vivienne,[/color] "I disgust you and your brother?" [color=gray]He asked in a typical drunken fashion, bated and heavy breath.[/color]