His eyes needled the other hooded fellow over so. He felt an overwhelming need to identify the man. Was it because he had a woman to impress or was it because he had another valley to stand correct on. There was a hard twist there that settled properly in his middle. So, he turned his attention from the enrapturing maiden and towards the other hooded form.

It was obviously a Master—obviously. Now, which ones weren’t the warmest to Wines? They couldn’t be antagonistic given the fact that the both of them entered at the same time. There was that odd gray area between friendship and hate that they occupied. That should have made it easier, but it did not.

Considering the rumors, it couldn’t be Mister Cups. He wouldn’t distance himself from Wines. Many of the other masters wouldn’t take to a party such as this with Wines. No, they’d rebuke it. Refute it. State that it was not their circle of influence. There were few that would allow for such a thing to happen. Benjamin stroked his chin in thought.

Wines didn’t have many friends or enemies. He was in a gray place. Many endured him, a few didn’t want anything to do with him and even fewer would scoff at a chance to appear at a party with him. So, considering the other hooded person’s reactions. They were quite in the middle of that group. That was quite a few Masters. Benjamin sighed. He sunk back into his mind to come up with a decent response.

He looked over at the Laughing Lady, the dear Isolde. “Mr. Spices,” he said. “He has quite the rivalry with him, but there wouldn’t be another party-going master that would keep him at arm’s length other than Spices.” He cleared his throat. “Or at least that is my assumption.”

Benjamin looked away. “What do you think? As you are probably far more talented at this than I. I’m just guessing off of books.” He wanted to say something else. Maybe invite her to another evening beyond this. But he didn’t quite know how to phrase the sentence. 

[@Hekazu]