01.Mar.15, 08:09 AM
Khoemi twirled his wine glass by the stem between his fingers, eyes focused on the way the liquid was swirling as he sulked in the corner, though in all honestly, only Gabrin would be capable of calling him out on exactly that. The young lordling had not wanted to come to the party, in part because he was not particularly prone to celebrations, and mostly because he was not in the mood (ever) to watch the bastard fawn over his latest toy, even if that toy kept Gabrin from breathing down his neck.
Unfortunately for Khoemi, his wife had insisted he attend before she took off to spend the evening with her sister – Gabrin’s wife – and half the other wives, which explained the overwhelming amount of testosterone that was currently guzzling wine too good not to be tasted and getting slowly but increasingly rowdier. That was not to say there were not women around, but Khoemi doubted any of them were married.
Khoemi flinched slightly when Gabrin’s voice called out for attention, and a flat look was lifted from the wineglass in hand to linger irritably on the other lordling’s face, lips pursed in irritation at his thoughts being interrupted. He had only just managed to get rid of the idiot that had been hanging around for too long since he entered. Khoemi was quite sure that Gabrin had sicked the man on him. As everyone around him raised their glasses in toast, Khoemi returned his gaze to his and leaned back against the wall once more, twirling the glass as he snubbed the toast.
He was not going to celebrate Gabrin’s little whore ‘assistant’, even if – or because – he was the reason the annoying bastard was not annoying Khoemi at every opportunity and making his life miserable. Scowling to himself, Khoemi threw back the last of his emptying glass, before grabbing another one off a passing servant; Gabrin was such a pompass basatard!
Unfortunately for Khoemi, his wife had insisted he attend before she took off to spend the evening with her sister – Gabrin’s wife – and half the other wives, which explained the overwhelming amount of testosterone that was currently guzzling wine too good not to be tasted and getting slowly but increasingly rowdier. That was not to say there were not women around, but Khoemi doubted any of them were married.
Khoemi flinched slightly when Gabrin’s voice called out for attention, and a flat look was lifted from the wineglass in hand to linger irritably on the other lordling’s face, lips pursed in irritation at his thoughts being interrupted. He had only just managed to get rid of the idiot that had been hanging around for too long since he entered. Khoemi was quite sure that Gabrin had sicked the man on him. As everyone around him raised their glasses in toast, Khoemi returned his gaze to his and leaned back against the wall once more, twirling the glass as he snubbed the toast.
He was not going to celebrate Gabrin’s little whore ‘assistant’, even if – or because – he was the reason the annoying bastard was not annoying Khoemi at every opportunity and making his life miserable. Scowling to himself, Khoemi threw back the last of his emptying glass, before grabbing another one off a passing servant; Gabrin was such a pompass basatard!