[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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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.