![]() ![]() But mostly, people were a uniform wall of tedium to him.ĭe Carabas glanced away, disinterested, and returned his gaze to Richard's face, set in a mask of discontent. Well, of course there were a few exceptions. None particularly stood out to him then again, nobody ever did. He sighed deeply, and his eyes drifted across the faces of the alcoholics around him. The words 'Alcoholics Anonymous' stared back at him, cold and unforgiving. The Marquis glanced up to the sign on the door. "Well, take a look around you!" Richard gestured to the circle surrounding them. "That's what these people all said too!" But there's no harm in that, is there? A little drink here and there?" ![]() "Little more than regular, if you ask me," Richard muttered. "I suppose it's a little more than occasional. "Yes," the Marquis replied defiantly, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair. "And… I suppose I have a certain fondness for the occasional drink." "The Marquis de Carabas," he began once more. The Marquis threw off Richard's hand angrily, sighed, and returned to his chair. Richard's hand on his shoulder stopped him. ![]() "And… I really must be going now, it's been a pleasure," he said, rising from his chair and sweeping his coat behind him as he retreated towards the door. "And?" Richard pressed, standing behind him. "The Marquis de Carabas, at your service."ĭe Carabas gave an awkward half-bow, as the circle of faces around him looked on. ![]()
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