[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=910A1C][center]Ivanna (Brendan)[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

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[center]Location: Château de La Lune
Skills: N/A [/center]

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As Ivanna opened her eyes from the death drop, she was surprised to see someone standing by her. Looking… impressed? Maybe Ivanna did have the stuff to impress people. He even called her iconic! They had a short conversation about how to pronounce the name of the place (Ivanna definitely got it right that third try), before he waved goodbye and entered the dining room. Ivanna’s smile faded just a little. Iconic. That was what SuperFetch would always say, practically her catchphrase. God, Ivanna really missed her drag sister. She entered the dining room.

Ivanna’s smile returned and she forgot all her sad feelings as she stared in amazement at the fancy room, mumbling various expletives in awe as she noticed each new fancy aspect of it. It was gorgeous. She felt like an actual queen, instead of just a drag queen. 

As she was seated, she was reminded quickly that she was in fact only a semi-humble drag queen, as a being who could only be described as ‘some guy’ said something about her being a fake woman.

Ivanna glanced at the person, awkwardly. Should she say something? If SuperFetch was here, she’d tell Ivanna just to leave it…SuperFetch knew her stuff. Ivanna stayed quiet.

To Ivanna’s amazement, Sam spoke up. In Ivanna’s defense.

What’s-his-face McSomeGuy responded, calling Sam’s response trashy.

You know what? Fuck it. Ivanna was gonna say something.

She had no idea how her words would be recived, but Sam fist bumped her. Ivanna could have said more, probably, but she saw Felix across the room. She excused herself from the table and went over to Felix, who greeted her politely and asked what she needed.

[color=910A1C] “Felix, I’ve got to tell you, I just thought of something so clever. Why do drag queens and butlers get along so well?”[/color]

Wadsworth smiled as Ivanna came up to him. “I do not know, why?” 

[color=910A1C]“Cos they're both always…serving!”[/color] Ivanna laughed at her own joke for a moment then looked up to check Felix's reaction. 

Wadsworth’s smile grew and he gave normal. “That is true, and funny. Thank you.” He needed to get back to work. 

[color=910A1C]“You're serving so much more than dinner, my friend. Okay, byeeee! Thanks for your hard work, Felix!” [/color]Said Ivanna. 

Something that, with hard and dedication, could perhaps one day resemble a salad was being carried out. Ivanna completely forgot! This was a dinner! 

[color=910A1C] “Ooh!” [/color] Ivanna gasped excitedly, [color=910A1C]“What is that avant-garde bullshit!”[/color] She said, intrigued. She started to follow one of the salad-to-be plates when a loud noise, like a shuffling, caught her attention.

She turned to find that Some Guy seemed to have been just…punched in the face? Ivanna gasped. 

[color=910A1C]“Oh my god!….anyway, salad.[/color] She returned to her seat, to find that she had been served one of the pre-salads… and a glass of wine. 

She was more of a rum and coke gal…or mango beer…or margaritas…but this was a fancy place. She had to try to be fancy. The thought of drinking wine was always weird to her, but Wines was her (non-drag) surname, it was time to live up to it. Sitting down, she was finally able to notice who was sitting on the other side of her, a blonde lady with immaculate vibes. There was something almost magical about her. Ivanna tried to look fancy and composed as she sipped the wine, immediately failing once she actually tasted it. She coughed a little. [color=910A1C] “Oh…g-gosh. That's…uh. That's. Wow. A…fine…year.” [/color] Said Ivanna, trying to compose herself.