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[color=skyblue]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Rec Room
[color=skyblue]Skills[/color]: N/A
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Almost immediately after Elenore announced the end of dinner, Constance followed through on inviting him for drinks; Tony was more than happy to agree. He led her over to the rec room, making small talk along the way. As he entered the room, he saw that a few La Lunes had already made their way over… with a suppressed sigh, he noticed that Lawrence was one of them. Clearly, his medical advice had been promptly disregarded. Whatever, not his problem - he already did his part.

After receiving his scotch, Tony thanked Leon and went off to find Constance. It didn't take long to find her; it seems she had secured them a secluded corner table. That suited him well: a chance to have some alone time with her, without anyone overhearing them.

[color=skyblue]”I'm glad we came straight here, because this table definitely wouldn't have lasted long,”[/color] Tony commented as he sat down across from Constance.

[color=#e31e1e]”Oh, I’m sure it would have been snatched up in an instance by someone else. I’m glad I could grab it for us.”[/color] Constance offered him a smile and raised her glass.

Tony returned the gesture with a smile, clinking their glasses before taking a sip of his scotch. So far over the course of the night he'd tried to avoid the subject, but finally he was speaking in private - and he'd had a few drinks at this point - so he asked, [color=skyblue]”So… I'm not the only one noticing how weird all of this has been so far, right?”[/color]

Constance’s smile faltered for a moment as he asked that, before she lowered her glass and took a sip of her champagne. She seemed to be thinking for a moment, as if calculating before responding. [color=#e31e1e]”I have noticed a few oddities here and there, yes. Like the nominees… not a one of us are from the same field, unless you count entertainment as a broad field. But then, it still doesn’t [i]quite[/i] add up, does it?”[/color]

[color=skyblue]”Not quite,”[/color] Tony agreed. [color=skyblue]”After all, I'm certainly not an entertainer. And there's plenty of other strange things happening… but let's not dwell on it. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't imagining things,”[/color] he continued, taking another sip of scotch. [color=skyblue]”How did you get into dancing?”[/color] he asked, changing the subject to more pleasant topics.

[color=#e31e1e]”Ah, both my parents were dancers, both ballet. It was only natural I followed in their pointe shoes, as it seems. Especially since I lost my father at a young age.”[/color] She sighed softly at that before looking back at Tony. [color=#e31e1e]”And you, how did you get into your medical field?”[/color]

Tony’s small smile at the shoes comment faded with the following sentence. [color=skyblue]”I'm sorry to hear that,”[/color] he consoled. [color=skyblue]”I'm sure he'd be happy to see you following in their footsteps, though. As for me.. I'd love to say it was an overwhelming desire to help people and save lives, but honestly, it's much less selfless than that. My parents struggled to make ends meet, and my childhood wasn't much to write home about. I wanted a better life for myself, and for my kids at some point down the road. Surgery was interesting to me, and would be a good opportunity to build a better life, so I did everything I could to make it into a good school.”[/color] Tony took another sip of scotch, reflecting for a moment. [color=skyblue]”I [i]am[/i] glad that my work allows me to help others, but it's more of an added bonus, really,”[/color] he finished.

[color=#e31e1e]”Thank you.”[/color] Constance was use to condolences, and listened as Tony spoke. She gently rested her head on her hand as she did so, and nodded as he spoke. [color=#e31e1e]”There is nothing wrong in wanting a better life for yourself. Or even your children. It seems you have done that for yourself, so, cheers.”[/color] She held up her glass again and offered him another smile.

Tony smiled in return. [color=skyblue]”Cheers,”[/color] he echoed as he raised his own glass again, before taking another sip. Looking down, he was slightly surprised to see he'd already put a considerable dent in his drink. Time flies and all that, he supposed. [color=skyblue]”So what shows have you performed in? Anything I might recognize? I must admit I don't know too much about ballet,”[/color]

[color=#e31e1e]”Oh, I’ve performed in quite a few shows, but of those that you might recognize, I’ve done Swan Lake, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and The Nutcracker. I’ve been dancing almost as long as I could walk. Though I’ve yet to achieve a prima role yet. That’s my next goal.”[/color] Constance sighed softly as she took another sip of her champagne.

[color=skyblue]”I'm sure you'll get there soon,”[/color] Tony replied. [color=skyblue]”I'd say that winning the award might help, if not for the fact that unfortunately [i]I[/i] intend to be the winner,”[/color] he added with an apologetic smile.

[color=#e31e1e]”Awwww, well I hope you won’t be too disappointed when I turn out to be the winner then.”[/color] Constance just smiled again, clearly not wanting to give up the idea of the award too easily.

Tony smiled, swirling his drink for a moment before deciding [i]fuck it[/i] and downing the remainder in one shot. [color=skyblue]”Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see which one of us is right, then,”[/color] he said with a slight chuckle.

Tony had been somewhat faking the appearance of being at ease that he hoped he had given at dinner, but there was nothing fake about it now. Maybe it was Constance, maybe it was the alcohol.. maybe it was both. Either way, this was nice; a good distraction from the nightmare he found on his desk earlier. Hopefully, this distraction was far from over.