[LOG] The Annual LaDonna Drink Night

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Who: Bianca and Doris, along with other higher class families
What: A liquor family like the LaDonnas is bound to have nights for free samples, or general brand promotion. A formal dress event, where families of prestige and their children are free to familiarize themselves with the LaDonna family and drink.
When: Sometime mid-winter, on a friday evening
Where: LaDonna mansion, outside of school.

This party happened every year, and with each year the number of attendees seemed to grow. Usually Doris shrugged off this event. Not enough people brought their kids with them, and she had quickly learned the consequences of getting fresh with those older than her. Maybe this year wouldn't be so boring. It was nice, at least, that her parents let her drink at this event.

Both Doris and Bianca are on the main floor, dressed most definitely to impress. Both daughters are expected to be social butterflies tonight, but so far Doris has been off to the side, emptying and refilling her drinking glass. Bianca is covering a lot of the floor, trying to make sure she greets every new guest that comes in.

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ENTRANCE

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MAIN FLOOR

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As much as Lawrence normally thrived on formal social events, he felt strangely out of place at this one. Him and his father having recently moved into town after his parents' divorce didn't help, as it meant he was lacking his usual network of upper class social contacts.
He had ordered a drink of the LaDonna family's specialty bourbon to be polite; he had hardly touched it. While he was of age, his personal preference leaned quite sharply away from hard liquors, and he found the idea of being "drunk" entirely unappealing.

So there he was, standing off to the side, scoping out people who looked potentially interesting, or at least useful.
And that was when he saw Doris and nearly dropped his glass.

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Doris caught his eye and rose from her position against the wall, slowly making her way over to him. "Having fun, Lawrence?" She laughed, taking another sip from her drink. It was normal for her to drink excessively with this event each year, but this year she had gotten a particularly early start. She definitely wasn't yet as drunk as she could be, or thought she ought to be. "I suppose I should have expected to see you here, but, hm, still seems a bit surprising. I guess I never pictured you as the drinkin' type."
She glanced to his glass, raising a brow. "Maybe I was right in that assumption."

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Lawrence could feel the burning in his cheeks and pointedly looked away from her. Thank god she was wearing something appropriate this time.
"'Fun' is hardly the word I would use for it." He looked down into his glass and swirled the contents. The ice was just beginning to melt. "But you would assume correctly. This isn't particularly the type of event at which I...shall we say 'excel'."

"My father was more enthusiastic about coming here than I was." He glared across the room at an older blond man, as he spoke. In what could be written off as an act of spite he raised his glass to his lips and threw back a good portion of it, hiding a grimace as it went down.

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Doris was just about to say something about him ordering a drink, but paused as he drank. She glanced around him to see who he was talking about. She did a bit of a double take upon seeing his father. They looked way too similar to her. "Well, you still tagged along. I'm grateful for that."

She took a long sip from her drink, and stared at Lawrence's now partially-empty glass. She did a small pout as she glanced back up. "Y'know, we're outside of school now. Lying to me is unnecessary, especially about drinking." She leaned forward a bit, as if trying to get a closer look at him. "You certainly didn't order that just to make me smile."

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"I can assure you that you, personally, had nothing to do with it. It would have been insulting of me to attend a liquor showcase for a family whose main product is bourbon and whiskey and not sample some of their premiere bourbon or whiskey." Lawrence frowned down at his drink before just deciding to finish it. To hell with it, he might as well.

"And as with the last time we spoke, you are misinterpreting my words. Nothing that I have said has been untrue."

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"Well, sugar, I'm part of that family you're trying to impress." She winked, downing more from her cup. She was handling the drink really well, from the looks of it. It's not the first time she's had this much to drink, and it won't be the last.

She drank the last contents of her glass, trying to fix her bangs with her free hand. "Pure honesty is a very hard thing to act out, y'know. In the meantime..." She raised her glass, swirling the ice with a loose shake. "...how about a refill? I'll get you something better than that last one."

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"Being polite and trying to impress are two entirely different things." And speaking of which, he couldn't rightly refuse the offer for another drink from one of the hosting family members. So he huffed through his nose, and swept one hand toward the bar.
"After you, Miss LaDonna." He said dryly.

BAR AREA

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Doris made sure Lawrence was following her as she made her way to the bar. She paused at the counter, grabbing one of the numerous bottles, and gestured to one of the open tables before proceeding towards it.

Once arrived, she took a seat, setting her glass and the bottle down. "I know this may be a more formal event, but I do believe we're more on a first name basis." She refilled her glass, waiting for Lawrence to sit down before she would refill his. "Unless you'd rather have me call you Mister Levvy. It does have a...certain ring to it."

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As soon as he sat down, Lawrence sent her a cold, emotionless glare, over the tops of his glasses.
"Mister Levvy is my father, so no, I would rather you did not." He let the glare continue for another few moments, unblinking, before his gaze slipped down to the bottle on the table.
"So now what alcoholic boon have you brought me over here for?"

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Doris poured some of the bottle's contents into his glass, before turning to fill her own. "An older bourbon of ours. It's much smoother, and a li'l sweeter as well. It's always been my favorite." She set the bottle down, reaching instinctively to drink, but paused, biting her lip slightly.

"I'll not call you by that name then. My apologies. Surnames can really get t'ya." She sighed. "I'm still not fully used to mine." She raised the glass to her mouth and took a long sip, shifting to sit more upright. "But there are better things to talk about, yeah?"

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Lawrence took an experimental taste. She was correct; the age had mellowed and smoothed the flavor and the sweetness gave it a more pleasant aftertaste.
It was rather quite good. He let out a small noise of appreciation.

"Well one day the title is going to be mine, so I'll unfortunately have to get use to it at some point..." 'But not now.' He thought to himself.
He politely avoids asking how she could not be "used to" her own last name, instead picking up on her last comment. There were indeed always better things to talk about than family. Such as all the other people readily at hand.
"Who all are our fellow esteemed guests?" He asked, carefully enunciated every word. That last drink might have hit him a bit harder than he'd like to admit.

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Doris paused, looking around the room. She really hadn't been keeping track of the crowd so far. Mostly older men and their mildly possessive wives, reruns of years previous. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Not a lotta people our age, that's for sure." She leaned from her seat, grabbing the bottle and refilling Lawrence's glass. "The Stevensons for sure. Mister Levington is bound to show up, hopefully with a better tie than las' year." She took another sip, licking her lips. "They just kinda invite anyone they know, really. They probably invited the Jovinis again." She laughed, shaking her head. "Maybe the esteemed daughter will show this year, if I'm lucky."
She leaned back into her seat with a small sigh. "I doubt it, though. Not enough interestin' people stop by." Her gaze turned back to Lawrence. "But that doesn't mean everyone lacks appeal."

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...Lawrence had absolutely no idea who any of these people are. Nonetheless, he filed away the names for later reference (with a faint reminder to do some research on these people when he got back home), and nodded along as he took a sip from his freshly filled glass.

He didn't entirely pick up on her hint of 'not everyone lacking appeal' and that may or may not have been because things were starting to get a little fuzzy. The LaDonna's liquor was surprisingly strong and not at all because he was a lightweight.
He set his glass down a bit more heavily than necessary and stared into it.

UPSTAIRS

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(consists of mostly personal rooms, a small library, etc.)

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Issa's family was political, so of course they would go to little parties around to look good. Issa wasn't really fond of any of these sorts of parties because well, they're not the most confidently social person, and they have to dress up all nice, and a lot of things that Issa really wasn't great at. Honestly, they weren't really interested in drinking, and wasn't old enough to, so they weren't really sure why they had to come. Appearances, probably, but.

But Issa was there, dressed somewhat nicely. They quickly slipped away from the party and found the small library, which was way less populated, so thats where they decided to make themselves comfortable.

LIVING ROOM

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