#effingparty

@devilsmood

“Honestly, a scavenger hunt?” He murmured to his brother, rolling his eyes. He was smiling though, clearly at least a little amused by the activity, though unwilling to admit it. “Mine says a quartzite carved lion cub, what about yours?” Leaning over, he peaked down at Nik’s invitation and made a little hmph in response. “Yours sounds far more interesting than mine, why do you get the goddess? I bet Effingham did that on purpose.”

He smacked the invitation against his hand, searching the room for some wine. Spotting a table, he made his way over and picked up a glass. “I suppose if we’re going to do it. . . We may as well start here.” Taking a sip, he tucked the invitation under his arm and opened the drawers of the table, checking to see if there was anything of note hidden inside.

Ernest at a party was usually drunk and chaotic and this being a party put on by Lord Effingham only meant that he had to be doubly so. As much as he had imbibed, he still walked steadily enough. He’d already committed a few faux pas’, namely insulting the host to none other than his wife and being drunk as he was but that was far less than his usual debacles and there was sure to be more to come.

He turned, spotting a tray holding just one remaining glass of wine. He pushed through the crowd and reached out for it, noticing as he did another man already doing so. No matter. He jumped forward and grabbed it before he could and then knocked it back in one go, emptying it.