Riding with Alfred

[runningred]

{from here}

Jay glances across to the monitor on the bench. "We have the garage to ourselves."

He turns back to Alfred. "So how... hot did riding get you?"

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[runningred]

"I knew you'd be better at this part than me. And perhaps something that can be changed easily in case we need to vanish in the crowd."

[morethanprops]

"Vampires, elegant suits, capes, they'll remember the capes but they can be lost and hats. Come in with sweeping capes just owning the place and then when we leave in just tuxedos, we could almost be waiters."

[runningred]

Jay kisses him, slowly and deeply. "Wait-staff is always a good clean way out." He nudges them both gently up. It's time to get working.

He unlocks his cupboards and finds Alfred a more comfortable outfit to go shopping in. He pulls a spare identity from the case and hands the wallet to Alfred, fat with crisp euros. "See what you can find us. I'll get everything else ready."

[morethanprops]

Moist looks Jay over to get a sense of his size and nods, "Just up the street?"

If its a good place, he won't need to do much and the cash will only help.

[runningred]

Jay nods and draws him a map just to be sure. "They cater to the high class crowd so you should find some nice stuff there. I trust you." He tosses Alfred a set of keys to let himself back in when he's ready. "I'll order us a ride. We'll need something classer than the bike to arrive in."

[morethanprops]

"Oh yes, an entrance will be key and the proper ride does so much,"

He smiles to himself as the key disappear into his pocket. Then he heads towards the costume store, he loves proper disguises.

[runningred]

Jay gets busy with IDs, cloning security passes and setting up earbuds for them both. When Alfred comes back, he has several computers open and printers running.

[morethanprops]

Moist returns with two garment bags and a hat box along with a smirk, "That was a very good shop, they knew their business and didn't ask many questions."

The bags are hung up on whatever he can find and opened to show two elegant tuxedos, that aren't too much, with a tray, they could be for a waiter. Alongside them, two masks, one that's blood red and the other with the shadow of a castle on it and two cloaks, one with a white and the other a red lining. "I think they'll do."

[runningred]

Jay purrs, "They're beautiful. Let's wash up and get going."

Jay strips off and heads for the bathroom, scrubbing down and getting clean to remove as much of his natural scent as possible, welcoming Alfred to do the same. "There are set of really good colognes in the cabinet. Pick two, a stronger and milder one. There are pads for under the strap of your watch that means you can change them out."

He dries his hair as he pads over to the wardrobe, pulling out several drawers of watches and cufflinks. Most of them very expensive. Jay knows how to dress.

[morethanprops]

It doesn't take Moist too long thought he does love showers but soon he comes out and beams at the selection,

"Keep the cufflinks and watches simple, elegant, well chosen but not ostentatious. We're young men with money, taste and pedigree."

He picks a silver set of cufflinks and a watch, the cufflinks have a bezel to them that almost looks like a moon. Then finds an enameled set that are incredibly simple and in that show their worth.

[runningred]

Jay nods and picks a red enamelled set to match the mask. He pulls out a set of strapped pouches designed to sit under their clothes to hold the pieces when they change.

He brushes his hair back, braiding the white streak under to hide it and create a widow's peak.

The tuxedo fits him like a glove, tight in all the right places to show off his broad shoulders and narrow waist. "Think this will work?"

[morethanprops]

Moist nods, loosening his tie slightly and tugging his braid to make it messier,

"Yes, I think it does. You're the one pressing against your leash and I'm your pleasant leash."

The tuxedo suits Moist, highlighting the long lines of his body and the white makes him look paler.

[runningred]

"The sensible friend, the one keeping me from becoming the tear-away playboy my parents always feared I would be?" Jay smiles rakishly, "The hand on my arm when I get too out of hand."

[morethanprops]

(OOC: Time for me to sleep, I love these two.)

"Exactly, so I tut at you, staying close to your side gaining you sympathy and perhaps even some for myself,"

His accent shifts into something with a touch of Uberwald, not from around here, a little prim.

[runningred]

"Gods, you're good."

Jay grins, pulling gently at Alfred's tie and lowering his voice. His accent America but with the cultured English purr of an Oxford student.

"Darling Jude." His eyes flick to the IDs on the table that list Alfred's name as Julian Octave. "If you going to keep tutting me, I'm going to have to find ways to get you into trouble too." Jay's ID reads Patrick Everguard.

{ooc: so much fun! Sleep well!}

[morethanprops]

"Patrick, that's unhelpful, we have to go to this party or else your family will be disappointed and cut back on you,"

He bows to Jay as he slips into the role and offers his arm.

[runningred]

"We can't have that." Jay pouts, taking Alfred's arm "Mommy will be so very disappointed if I bring disgrace to the family name. Again."

A town car is waiting for them outside, the driver holding the door open for them. Jay smiles and makes a point of being seen to slide his hand under Alfred's cape as they get in.

[morethanprops]

As they get in, he sighs and shifts his cape to shift a little over on the seat,

"Stop that, not until later and only if you're good."

[runningred]

Jay pouts again and leans in to whisper in Alfred's ear, massaging his thigh so it looks to all the world (or the driver anyway) that they're having a very different conversation. "The watch has a homing device in the back. If we have to get out separately, it'll lead you back to the safe house. The earbud works the same as the mikes in the bike helmets. Touch it lightly and you'll be able to speak to me. They have about a three mile range."

{ooc: sorry, work related slowtime today.}

[morethanprops]

(OOC: No worries, work happens.)

He nods and says loud enough for the driver,

"Yes, I know that you have been behaving but this party is important."

[runningred]

"Let's not stay long then. Long enough to be seen and say hello to all of mother's friends. After that we can find a party of our own." He trips the driver a little excessively and holds his arm out to Alfred.

The party sprawls across the embassy grounds, bright and resplendent with candles hung from the trees. Jay shots Alfred a quick smile as they head for the door, sweeping imperiously in their long opera capes.

Their invites are accepted without question and they are let into the main hall. The very cream of European society is there, jewels glittering and smiles flashing.

[morethanprops]

As they enter, Moist gives his cape an extra flourish which turns the heads of a group of older women who immediately start gossiping, "We have to be polite and that means staying longer, don't pout at me as it won't help."

Anyone who hears him will think he's something Eastern European but working on his accent as his English is carefully watched. That turns a different group of heads their way.

[runningred]

"But I love that little frown you get when I pout." Jay teases, dropping perfectly into Patrick and sweeping towards the group of older ladies.

"Lady Margaret." He brings his heels together with a click, dropping into a deep bow. "What a pleasure it is to see you again."

She looks at him confused and Patrick offers her an apologetic smile. "Patrick Everguard. We met at my mother's garden party last April. She sends her regards."

The lady's face lights up with the forced smile of someone who doesn't entirely trust their own memory for these things. "Patrick dear, what a delight. How is your dear mother? And who is this charming young gentleman?" She gestures to Alfred.

[morethanprops]

His bow is more formal with something else to it to match his accent, "Julian Octave of the Bad Schüschein Octaves and a friend of Patrick's since we went to school together eons ago in the mountains."

She flutters at his manner, "Oh my yes, the Octaves, do come and meet my dear Anna, she'll love your costumes. She does love a good vampire."

[runningred]

"Jude is the angel to my demon. He keeps me out of trouble. Or tries to, anyway." He offers her his arm, all charm and perfectly straight American smile.

He lets his grin became something more predator as they are lead over to meet Anna, trying to find that thing that Eric does so easily. "Lovely Lady. I hear you yearn to dance with the creatures of the night." Slightly cheesy Dracula accent... Maybe...