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[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Lunar Ballroom
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As the Lord started to leave the room, Creme relaxed a tiny bit. It was her nature to be on edge around people of power; perhaps imbued by her need to help and please people. Either way, she now how to decide if she should join them. She hadn't partaken in food in the Breakfast Room, and a drink may help take the edge off of the night. Keeping her wits about her was important, and through it may impair her judgement, it may also help her keep her sanity. She quietly closed the distance between her self and Titian, deciding she'd accompany the Lord, and apparently him to get a drink, assuming the offer was open to all. Given his last words, endearing herself to him certainly sounded like a good idea in any case.

She took some note of Titian's words to herself and presumably Rave, and simply kept her mouth shut and smiled back. The man was crude, and not at all her cup of tea, but that was no excuse to be rude. She didn't particularly like being spoken to in that manner, but it wouldn't be proper for her to express that. She did, however, stop short of completely closing the distance between herself and him. That last comment, combined with his rather boisterous and loud attitude still gave her cause to keep her distance, and prevent interaction where she could.  Just because she happened to be nice, didn't mean she had to avail herself to situations she knew would bring her nothing but trouble.