[hr][hr] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/557c3248-b00e-4d67-aa51-40c23e29b0db.jpg[/img] [hr] [Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer [color=a6fef2]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] One by one, other nominees or family members, Sam didn't know which, began to line up and wait in the Foyer just before dinner had begun. Each felt like they were dressed more extravagant than the last, save for what appeared to be a cute curly haired Mexican guy in…linens? Sam was never the type to fully know fabrics or materials, but it seemed like the kind of material you think of when you think resort wear in Cancun. He caught himself realizing that he had been waiting, not for the dinner to be exact, but for the man he'd met moments ago in the Lounge. Each person that had appeared made his breath catch, before finally releasing with disappointment. This was stupid. Silly even. He'd just met the man moments ago. Why was he acting like a love struck puppy? Sam figured he was just looking for a distraction, a beautiful one sure; one with a perfect jawline and deep eyes and soft lips…stop it. He took a deep breath, one which became even deeper with a gasp as he watched as someone in a black sequin jumpsuit came towards them, say a sickening line, and then death drop just before them all. [Color=a6fef2]”Oh my gosh, that was iconic! I'm Sam.”[/color] He said as he went over to help the queen back up from the floor. “Ooh! Why thank you,” Said the queen as Sam helped her up, “I’m Ivanna Slay, here to stay.” She struck another small pose and then held out her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Sam. Glad to meet others with taste here at the chatenaeoo.” Sam giggled, absolutely struck by how open Ivanna was. He shook her hand with a big smile on his face. [Color=a6fef2]”Chatenaeoo?”[/color] He asked, laughter peppering his word. Was this a drag term he hadn't heard yet? He felt as if the queen dictionary changed every second and he couldn't keep up with new phrases or things. [Color=a6fef2]”I'm glad to meet you too, Always nice to make new friends.”[/color] “Sorry, I meant chat…chatew. Chateyouw. The…” Ivanna gestured wildly, “The this place. You know.” She smiled as Sam said it was nice to make new friends. It was. [Color=a6fef2]”Oh. Yeah, don't ask me I uh…apparently don't know my french words.”[/color] Sam said with a hint of embarrassment as he recalled his conversation with Felix earlier. The doors began to open and Sam spotted a familiar person inside. Juliane appeared to be helping out with the dinner too, taking people to their seats as they filed into the room. Felix was there as well as a few he didn't recognize yet. [Color=a6fef2]”Oh. I'll see you inside. I'm starved.”[/color] “You’re still hungry? Even after how much you ate with that outfit? I love those pants.” Ivanna laughed at her own pun. “Have a good din din!” Ivanna waved as she made her way in too. Sam waved back, before making his way inside. Spotting Juliane, he made a beeline over towards her. [Color=a6fef2]”I'm so sorry. I thought that word was a last name, and then that it meant maid, and I just. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that.”[/color] Juliane smiled brightly. “Oh do not worry dear. It is my profession, usually, this was a happy accident.” She air kissed his cheeks. “Sorry got to work. Chat later, yes?” [Color=a6fef2]”Mhm!”[/color] Sam said as he nodded eagerly. Surprised at how well she took it as he walked away, before freezing and realizing what she'd just said. [i]It's her usual profession[/i]. His cheeks began to go pink moments before some French looking Larry the Cable Guy lookin’ ass guy said something rude to his new friend. His eyes darted to Ivanna before looking back at Lawrence. [Color=a6fef2]”I didn't realize this dinner included fake men, where'd you buy that toupee? Dollar general?”[/color] Lawrence looked at Sam. “I don't know who nominated you but I wish I had had you on the show. The audience would have loved you. People love that trashy talk.” [color=910A1C] “Bitch. You wish you could be half as trashy as I am, but you wouldn’t even make the recycling bin. And yes. I am a drag queen!” [/color] She placed one hand on her chest and one flourished in the air. [color=910A1C] “I appreciate the attempt, but ‘fake woman’ won’t offend me because I’m not trying to be a woman. I’m just trying to be myself. Somewhere between…. more of a woman then you’ll ever get, and more of a man than you’ll ever be?”[/color] Sam held a closed fist up to his mouth that was now wide open. [Color=a6fef2]”Woah-hohohooo. Sick burn”[/color] He exclaimed as he held his fist out now towards Ivanna. [color=910A1C] “Thaaaank you,”[/color] Said Ivanna, fist bumping to Sam, [color=910A1C] “Oh, there’s Felix! Me and Felix, we’re like this,”[/color] She held up two crossed fingers, [color=910A1C] “We go waaay back. Byeeeeee!! Felix! Felix!”[/color] said Ivanna, getting up. Lawrence drank from his glass, while Felix stepped over. “Yes, mademoiselle?” “Oh please.” Lawrence rolled his eyes. Sam chuckled as he spotted Ralph walking in and heading to his seat. He wanted to go say hi, but didn't know where he needed to be. Maybe introductions were ok before sitting down for a formal dinner? He already gave out an insult to someone so he decided it didn't matter, making his way over when he noticed his name next to Ralph's. Sliding into his seat Sam looked at Ralph with a smile still on his face. [Color=a6fef2]”Eh may not be so lucky for me. I may have just ruined any chance at winning this thing.”[/color] Sam replied in a whisper to Ralph. [Color=a6fef2]”But I'm glad I get to spend dinner next to you at least.”[/color] [color=dae8c1]”If sucking up to someone like that is what is required for winning. I'm happy to lose.”[/color] Ralph was glaring in Lawrence’s direction. [Color=a6fef2]”Agreed. [i]Buuuut[/i] the money is nice…”[/color] If it's even real, Sam thought to himself. he grabbed the napkin that was on the table and placed it on his lap, his hand venturing to the right afterwards, placing it on Ralph's lap for a moment as he tried to offer a comforting squeeze. Hopefully he wasn't still nervous about this all, Sam at least was feeling better the more people he met. It helped make this all feel less…lonely. [color=dae8c1]”Oh yeah the money is a nice. But there are ten of us we don't even know how they will decide who won. Do they already know? Or will we be competing like the Hunger Games?”[/color] Ralph placed his hand on Sam's and squeezed back. He was thankful they were sitting next to each other. Ralph watched as others sat down around them. [Color=a6fef2]”Dibs on the Bow and Arrow.”[/color] Sam said as he mocked knocking an arrow and letting it loose. [Color=a6fef2]”Not that I know how to use one, I was more a Band kid than anything but, I'm sure there's a similarity somewhere.”[/color] Ralph made a sound that might have been one of pain, [color=dae8c1]”Oh no, I have to tell you my greatest shame. I'm a football kid.”[/color] Football had been life in his small town growing up. It had been one of two options of getting out of there. [Color=a6fef2]”Smallville played football? That…kinda tracks. And I know you said Dairy but I'm sure there were some hay barrels that needed flipping or rolling. That develops muscle and muscle goes to football.”[/color] Sam teased to Ralph. [Color=a6fef2]”So…tight end?”[/color] Ralph laughed. He couldn't help it. [color=dae8c1]”Second string running back.”[/color] [Color=a6fef2]”First Chair.”[/color] Sam said playfully. Even if it was comparing apples to oranges. He began to cut into his wedge salad, gods he hated wedge salads. It was like a chef was saying [i]‘I'm too lazy to make a proper salad so I invented a new one where you make it yourself’[/i]. But that was the starter placed before him, and Sam was not one to leave any food leftover.