[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] Miguel said something else in Spanish. Sam didn't know if he was meant to understand it or not. Maybe he was upset that he had taken him up on his offer? One of those scenarios where someone offers just for the sake of being polite but expects the answer to be no. He hated those types of scenarios, he could never pick up on the social cues to get them right. Like if someone offered to pay, why would he then offer? It didn't make any sense, why start an argument for the sake of formality? But now he had two steaks, one half glass of red wine, and an immense amount of awkwardness from the whole interaction. It appeared as though everyone else was too involved in their own conversations to have caught what had happened at their end of the table, that or they were simply too polite to comment on the fact that Miguel just took his shirt off and was handed three plates for dinner. Sam's dining partner, the magician and apparent bathroomate, seemed to have lost interest in him. Perhaps all she truly wanted was an introduction and scolding and that was that. Sam let out a sigh, his shoulders defaulting slightly at how bad he felt he was doing during all of this. I mean, he didn't punch a family member in the face but…he wasn't exactly winning any points either. The only other person to address him now was a young woman with short soft curled hair. Not quite a bob but definitely very french. He could see her wearing a bright royal blue trench coat and vibrant red bowler hat. Her question felt backhanded, as if he wasn't meant to be there. But…so far Tony was the only odd man out. Well him and Ralph but Sam was more than glad Ralph was here. Besides those two everyone seemed to be a performer of some sort. [Color=a6fef2]”Yeah, I work for YouTube. It's a bit better than working on a production crew in my opinion. I can control everything that happens in my videos, well save for the paranormal anomalies those just happen, but I can also edit my videos to my liking. It's more creative freedom without some big name company looming over you begging for views or content. Part of why TV is dead and YouTube is growing.”[/color] He replied with a nonchalant shrug as he cut into his steak. Gabriele briefly looked like she swallowed a lemon, then said. “My nomination didn't make the short list.” Sam looked over towards Ralph, nudging him slightly before eyeing the second plate. [Color=a6fef2]”Care to share some of the second steak? I feel it may be a bit too much for me given how many courses there are.”[/color] He joked but only slightly as he whispered to him. [color=dae8c1]“Sure, I'll have some of your meat.”[/color] Ralph couldn't help but joke. Sam rolled his eyes, but couldn't help to giggle a little at Ralph's jest. Clearly poking fun at the awkward mess that had just happened. He cut halfway down the steak, splitting into two before slicing off a small cube and holding it out for Ralph to bite into, a smile on his face. [Color=a6fef2]”Let me know if it's juicy enough for you Smallville.”[/color] He teased back before turning his attention back to Gabrielle. [Color=a6fef2]”Oh. That's a shame, I would've loved to have met someone you nominated. Since they didn't seem to make it, can I know what they did?”[/color] The question was innocent enough. Though some could construe it as a snide bite back given her nominees was beaten by not one but two YouTubers that she tried snubbing just moments ago. “A musician. Cello. Perfection at their fingertips.” Some of the tension left Gabriele and she got a bit of a faraway look in her eyes. Then realized her mistake her body tensed again. She lifted her chin ever so slightly and Sam could see a mark there. Sam paused for a moment. Noticing the small markings on Gabriele's chin. Something he'd seen from a few others he knew years back. He never had that problem, he didn't care for string instruments. Well…more like they terrified him a bit. Ralph's comment seemed to get lost behind his thoughts as he tried to approach the subject. [Color=a6fef2]”I'm no cellist, but I see you've got a love for string instruments. Which is it? Fiddle? Viol? Violin? I'm more of a Pianist myself. May not be a cello but I could play for you sometime if you guys happen to have a tuned piano.”[/color] He said with a smile before popping a small bite of steak into his mouth. “Violin,” she says. Gabriele looks at him intensely as if trying to figure out how he figured it out. Then her hand goes to her neck, not quite touching the mark there. “We have a piano in the ballroom. Maybe during the ball tomorrow you can play. I'll tell my grandmother.” [Color=a6fef2]”I'll try and get a feel for it later today if I can.”[/color] Sam said with a smile that reached his eyes. It'd felt like forever since he last played the piano. He couldn't afford to have a real one in his place, getting them inside a building at all was just a hassle. So he settled for a keyboard he practiced on when he could. Nowhere near the same but…their piano must've been an antique if this place was anything to go by. The sound it must produce… Sam seemed a bit lost in thought for a moment as he continued his meal.