[center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200204/86903ae89df4d71b27a920bcfe84cd68.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ZOhU5Dk.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/RnEeEab.png[/img] [/center] [indent][indent][indent][color=silver] [color=8f1900]“Edgar!”[/color] Bas’s voice echoed from the upstairs lounge where he leisurely laid on one of the plush chaise lounges. The slender young man lifted his head as he didn’t hear an answer right away [color=8f1900]“EDGAR!”[/color] he shouted louder this time. A slow shuffle could be heard from the stairs [b]“You bellowed, sir?”[/b] the aging butler drawled as he ascended and stood at the top with a disgruntled face waiting to hear whatever demand his employer’s son had thought up. [color=8f1900]“Oh, there you are, finally!”[/color] Bastíen sighed [color=8f1900]“Edgar I’m parched, would you bring some tea?”[/color] he asked turning to smile sweetly at Edgar. A heavy sigh escaped the man [b]“And what kind of tea would you like, sir?”[/b] he asked slowly. Bas sat up crossing his legs as he gave it some thought[color=8f1900] “Hmmm…”[/color] he mused tapping his chin. [color=8f1900]“Well, maybe some green tea with mint.”[/color] he decided with a nod. The butler nodded back and began to walk down the stairs. [color=8f1900]“Wait!”[/color] Bastíen exclaimed [color=8f1900]“I changed my mind… bring me some black cherry rooibos.”[/color] he smirked putting on that sweet smile again. Edgar didn’t say anything he just continued down the stairs. Bastíen got comfortable again and laid back down. He fished out his phone from his pocket and continued scrolling his Instagram feed. His thumb moved slowly over the screen as a mixture of fashion and music flashed before his eyes. Nothing really catching his eye until his favorite downtown bar Nectar posted about their open mic night. His eyes went towards the grand piano, he raised an eyebrow as an idea entered his mind. He crossed his arms in front of his chest tapping his phone against his side as Edgar came over and put down a tray with a teapot, a large cup, and a few homemade cookies. [color=8f1900]“Thank you, Edgar, this is perfect! Can you get John to bring the car around in like an hour”[/color] Bas said pouring a cup of the perfectly brewed tea. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RnEeEab.png[/img][/center] After a quick shower and meticulously picking out his outfit, Bastíen waws ready to leave. The car had been brought around to the front just in time for when he stepped out of the Bonfamille manor. John who had been their driver since before the triplets were born opened the door so that Bas could slide right in. The black SUV glided smoothly through Meadow View towards the downtown area where all of the good restaurants and bars were located, like Nectar or The Red Room. Soon enough the car stopped in front of the familiar facade of Nectar. [color=8f1900]“Thanks, John smooth sailing as always!”[/color] Bas exclaimed getting out of the vehicle. [color=8f1900]“Remember to have your phone on you at all times, I’m not sure when I want to get back!”[/color] he said sticking his head back in the car before shutting the door. [b]“Will do, sir,”[/b] John said through his open window as he drove away. The night was still young and that reflected in the number of people that were inside of the bar. Later on, the place would be packed as it always was on a Friday night. Bastíen took this opportunity to head to the bar and ask for Darla. A senior at MU that was in charge of the open mic night every week. The guy behind the bar went to the back and after a few moments a stressed looking girl with bushy sandy colored hair came out clutching a clipboard. [color=8f1900]“Darla my love!”[/color] Bas exclaimed as she came over to him. He grabbed her hand and held them in his. [color=8f1900]“How is everything going?”[/color] he continued. The girl just rolled her eyes [b]“What do you want Bastíen?[/b]” she sighed obviously already tired of the interaction not even trying to pull her hand back. A smirk crept on to Bas’s face [color=8f1900]“Darla dear, I know I’m late to sign up, but could you maybe squeeze me into tonights set?”[/color] he asked not even a hint of being sorry in his voice. [b]“Are you dumb?”[/b] Darla sighed [b]“You-”[/b] she looked around flustered her hand still in Bas’s now shaking. Either from anger or nerves… he had that effect on people. [b]“No! The set has been full for ages… you- No Bas!”[/b] she tried to steady her voice. Bas lifted her hand to his mouth and gave the nook between her thumb and pointer finger a deep kiss. [color=8f1900]“Oh come on Darla, I’ll make it up to you”[/color] his eyes sparkling in that way they did when he knew he had his prey where he wanted it. [color=8f1900]“Perhaps we can let off some steam at the manor later tonight? You know… like old times.”[/color] his intense stare continued to pierce Darla. The young woman’s eyes fluttered around the room for a second and then she concentrated on him again [b]“Fine!”[/b] she exclaimed irritated a bright red flush now present on her face. [b]“You get three minutes at the end!”[/b] she huffed snatching her hand back and turning on her heel and stomping back tot he back room. All Bas could do was sit back down sipping on his cocktail with a smile. [/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]