Sunday 1.21 Derailed dinner designs

[lilymoon1.livejournal.com]

For once in his life, Crawford's face was an open book of emotions. Dinner had not gone as planned. Worse, he hadn't "seen" it changing, either.


He should have known better than to expect an easier capitulation from such a fey and unpredictable creature as Schuldig. He looked dispassionately at the deep tooth marks on his fingers. At least the telepath had been smart enough not to draw blood.

Uncharacteristically tipsy, Crawford rose to his feet and faced his team. He gave a nod to Nagi, a smoldering look at Schuldig and fixed what was unmistakably a glare of jealous challenge on Farfarello.

Even with the wine, Crawford managed to keep his words crisp and emotionless.

"Enjoy the rest of dinner. I'm retiring and don't wish to be disturbed unless it's vitally important."

Had that statement come from anyone other than the Oracle, it could have been interpreted as "Piss off, I'm going to sulk."

Crawford primly adjusted the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Farfarello, try not to kill anymore of the temporary staff tonight, please."

With that, Brad Crawford wrapped himself in his dignity and left the dining room.

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[fieryredqueen.livejournal.com]

[OOC--erm...we haven't actually eaten dinner yet, have we? *is confused* didn't Crawford arrange this dinner to talk to everyone?]

[lilymoon1.livejournal.com]

OOC--no dinner hasn't been eaten, but Crawford had quite a bit of wine while playing with the appetizers and yes, he *is* sulking that his game with Schu didn't go as planned. Sooo, he's blowing off the rest of dinner to the team and attempting a dignified and strategic retreat.