[hr][hr] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/3An0JHH.png[/img] [color=skyblue]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer -> Dining Room -> Kitchen [color=skyblue]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] Gradually, the foyer was filled as one person after another arrived to wait for the start of dinner; apparently, most of the La Lunes had to wait to be admitted just like the nominees.Tony was pleased to see that, as far as he was concerned, he was the best dressed of the nominees. To be fair to them, most of the nominees [i]were[/i] well dressed, but he very much doubted that all of their outfits combined cost as much as his suit and to him, the difference in quality showed. Furthermore, it looked like only one other nominee - a woman wearing a blouse, whom Tony thought looked great - had bothered to get the wrinkles out of their clothes. The worst was one of the men, who looked like he was dressed for the beach, not a formal dinner. At that moment, there was a disturbance at the base of the stairs. Looking over, Tony sighed and rolled his eyes as he watched a drag queen drop dramatically onto the floor. [color=skyblue]Who the hell nominated these people?[/color] A few moments later, the clock struck five and right on cue, the dining room door opened and the butler was there, waving everyone in. Tony was one of the first people inside - the sooner he got away from the ridiculousness happening in the foyer, the better. Starting to walk down the right side of the table, he was pleased to find his name on the second seat; he was practically at the head of the table, which could only be a good sign that he was one of the favorites to win the award, as he rightly should be. As everyone was getting seated, Leon came around, pouring a white wine into one of Tony’s glasses. Taking a sip, he decided that although he wasn’t much of a wine drinker, it was a pretty good wine. Looking up, he noticed that the good looking woman he’d noticed earlier was also at the head of the table, immediately to Elenore’s left. [color=skyblue]None of the others are anywhere near us, we must be the two leading contenders,[/color] he thought. He couldn’t remember what her name or profession was - Tony hadn’t paid much attention to anyone else’s information on the notice board, once he’d realized they weren’t doctors. He’d need to keep an eye on her… there were way too many things that needed careful attention for what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. Once everyone was seated, Elenore gave a short speech that acknowledged the secrecy of everything about the award, but didn’t really reveal anything new either. The one useful bit of information was that the night would be about getting to know the nominees, who they really were. [color=skyblue]So the winner hasn’t been decided yet, then,[/color] Tony thought; [color=skyblue]or at least, that’s what they want us to think.[/color] He didn’t see how anyone else stood a chance, but nevertheless he decided that he would have to give his hosts the best lasting impression he could, to ensure he wouldn’t lose the prize that should obviously be his. But shortly after the salads had been served, it soon became clear that not everyone had reached the same conclusion. Seemingly out of nowhere, one seat away to his right, he heard Lawrence say - with a noticeable slurring in his voice - [i]"Great, drag queens and f**s, what has this awards come to?!”[/i] This alone was pretty shocking; he may not think the drag queen was a good candidate for the award, but saying something like [i]that[/i] was completely unthinkable, even for Tony. Immediately, things escalated further, as the dressed-like-a-tourist guy abruptly stood up at the end of the table, walked up to Lawrence, and pulled his seat out from under him. Tony stared in shock as Lawrence fell to the ground, then the attacker grabbed the collar of his shirt and punched him, hard. Tony winced as he heard Lawrence’s nose break. With the shock wearing off he stood up, ready to get in between the two before more damage could be done, but it seemed like Mr. Beach had no intention of continuing; he said something in what Tony recognized as Spanish, then walked away. “Lawrence, this is not your show. You know better than to be rude to guests. Go sober up,” Elenore said, her voice measured. “You can eat your dinner in the kitchen.” She added when he looked like he was about to say something to her. As Lawrence started clumsily bringing himself to his feet, Tony glanced between him - his nose was hidden behind the hand clutching it, but the rapidly flowing stream of blood visible underneath was proof that it was definitely broken - and Elenore, trying to quickly decide what to do. Turning to Elenore he said, [color=skyblue]”I’ll go make sure that’s not worse than it looks..?”[/color] with a hint of asking-for-permission in his voice. [color=skyblue]“Wouldn’t want him to bleed all over the food,”[/color] he added. Elenore gave Tony a small smile and nod. “Yes. Thank you.” Tony nodded in return then followed Lawrence out of the room, avoiding eye contact with any of the nominees. Most of them probably would have preferred Tony to do nothing, leaving the broken nose to permanently scar. But, at the end of the day, he was a doctor… and one that wanted to impress his hosts. “‘ank you,” Lawrence said as they exited the dining room. As the door closed behind them, Tony turned to face him. [color=skyblue]“You know, you really shouldn’t be saying shit like that,”[/color] he said, with only half the malice in his voice that any of the others likely would’ve had. Lawrence rolled his eyes. “They are all thin skinned, if that bothered them.” Avoiding taking a position on the matter, Tony instead replied, [color=skyblue]“Regardless, a host should not speak to their guests like that. Now, sit down and let me take a look at that,”[/color] he added, forestalling any further argument while he took off his blazer, carefully hanging it on the doorknob. After making sure it wouldn’t drag on the floor, of course. Lawrence obeyed. Sitting down without arguing more. He almost missed the bench, drunk as he was. Carefully rolling up his sleeves, Tony leaned closer to get a better look; he obviously already knew it was broken, but he needed to see exactly [i]where[/i] it was broken, what direction the nasal bones had moved in, and so on. Once he was satisfied with his assessment - which was, in layman’s terms, that the other guy had done a pretty good job on him - he started to reach towards the mess that was Lawrence’s face, then hesitated. Normally, this would be the part where he warns the patient with something like, “This will probably hurt a bit.” Actually, he’d normally give them some mild local anaesthesia to dull the pain. But… this time the patient did kinda deserve it. Without warning, Tony grabbed Lawrence’s broken nose and in one precise movement, he snapped it back into position. He took a step back to assess his handiwork, and he was pleased; he’d never seen a straighter nose than this one. “Maudire!” Lawrence cursed as his nose was put back into place. But he didn’t complain more than that. Tony nodded knowingly. [color=skyblue]“I think you already realized this, but it’s a broken nose. [i]Was[/i] a broken nose,”[/color] he added, correcting himself with a slight hint of smugness. [color=skyblue]“I don’t think it’ll need a splint, but it’ll probably keep bleeding for a bit and it’s gonna hurt like hell for a while,”[/color] he continued as he found the nearest sink - making sure there was no food nearby first - and washed the blood off his hands. [color=skyblue]“Also, don’t drink for the rest of the night. It’ll just make the bleeding worse.”[/color] That seemed to be the first thing that upset Lawrence more than surface level. “Fine, doc.” He huffed. Tony nodded as he dried his hands, then unrolled his sleeves. [color=skyblue]“If the bleeding doesn’t stop within an hour, send someone to fetch me. If you see any clear fluid, fetch me [i]immediately…[/i] and make arrangements for a boat or helicopter or something. Otherwise, enjoy your dinner,”[/color] he instructed as he walked past Lawrence, fetched his blazer, and put it back on. He gave himself a quick glance over to make sure his suit still looked as great as it did before - no blood stains, or visible wrinkles - then made his way back to the dining room, a few minutes after they’d left. In time for the salad course to be over, Tony hoped.