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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom  "Stella, very nice to meet you," Caleb said, holding his hand out for only a few seconds before it became apparent that she was NOT going to shake it back. Well, ok then. Maybe she was germaphobic or something? He pulled his hand back and took a sip of the hot cocoa he had picked up at the snack table - which felt like such a strange drink to serve at a karaoke party.
"What department are you in?" he asked in genuine curiosity. It was always a safe bet to ask that question at these things. He supposed that question also applied to the guy nearby...he didn't care as much about his response, though. Obviously.
Oh good Merlin. What a corny dad joke. Was this dude for real? In fact, he DID kind of look like he could be his dad. Or Stella's dad. Hehe. Caleb wasn't that mean to say something like that to him - at least not to his face. "Nice to meet you too, Fletcher," he said in response. OOOOH, Junior Undersecretary eh? Someone thought highly of themselves, since he dropped that fact so fast.
He raised a dark eyebrow at him. "It was a joke," he told him, taking note of the tone Fletcher had as he questioned him. Had he personally planned this karaoke party or something? Why did he seem so...offended? "But no, I'm not planning on singing. I won't subject anyone here to that," he said, with another joking smirk. So calm down, bro. He didn't need to know that Caleb actually loathed everything about this - but he didn't like a lot of things. It was nothing personal. Quote:
Originally Posted by Tegz There was something inherently cringe-worthy about being the first person to get up at this sort of thing and some people could pull it off but in Stella's opinion, this was not it. She watched for a half of a second, keeping almost all judgement off of her face - save for the slight lift of one eyebrow, and then turned her attention away from the stage area. Would she get up herself? Maybe. She wasn't so inclined as of yet.
Her gaze flicked back and forward in a lazy kind of way between the two men as they bantered, and then she cracked a smile at the 'junior' part of Fletcher's title. Junior. Really? Perhaps it made him feel young? Wouldn't 'assistant' at least be a little less ironic? Still, it wasn't lost on her that it meant he was relatively high up in the ministry pecking order. Maybe that could be useful? She flashed him a proper smile, just in case. You never knew.
"And how are things usually done here?" If this was not the usual, well, colour her vaguely curious. Another vaguely curious thing was how the English liked to only give one name. She would have to remember it was the norm to do that, and that they would not be offended by her just addressing them openly by their first names, which she assumed that was what had been given.
She smiled at the other one too, as he professed his apparent lack of musical ability and answered his question breezily, "Transportation. I am the Department Head's new personal assistant." She was actually looking forward to getting started. "I know undersecretary -excusez-moi- junior undersecretary is the Minister's Office," Another smile for old-man-zaddyFletcher, and then she looked at Caleb, since he had originally asked the question of her, "but which department do you work with?" Her accent was minimal all things considered, and did not give her away so much as the few words which slipped free here and there where they came more naturally than the English alternative. Stella crossed her legs the opposite way and glanced around, noting a few curious looks being sent her way. Or perhaps at Fletcher or Caleb? Regardless, she was content where she was.
For now. Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Simon was such an amusing gent, wasn't he? It was no wonder that his sunspot of a daughter spoke so highly of him while they were at Hogwarts together. Something that surely carried over now that they were both thriving adults as well. Had Simon seen the latest pictures of the triplets? Perhaps he ought to provide some visual aids here in a bit...
"Oh nonsense, my boy," the Minister laughed as he gave the head of security a hearty couple of pats on the back. "This is hardly about justice. Karaoke is about letting lose and having a bit of fun." Of course, being able to carry a tune was a bonus but certainly not a requirement.
And no, Miss Hamilton. He certainly would not judge!
Charles was delighted to see Eliora and offered her a wave. Could she tell he had had a special brew flown in for her of coffee? The offer was still there to officiate any ceremony she and aaaaaaaaanyone else may be requiring in the immediate or near future. Just putting it out there again.
"Ah, Mr. Kim," he greeted one of his office's own. "Will you be gracing the microphone this evening?" Or simply mingle around with a cup of coffee? Speaking of the Minister's Office... "JANUARY!" he called out to his Senior Undersecretary. "You must have a duet this evening!" Which was not a request, for the record.
There were a few more arrivals to the underground coffee club, but he found his gaze taken by Victoria's arrival and simply could not help the manner in which the corners of his lips curled boyishly with excitement. Resisting the desire to place his hand on the small of her back, he settled for the awkward cherry Danish pass on a napkin for an excuse for their fingers to touch. "I would think you would be selling your talents short as a groupie, Victoria," he mused with a stroke of his growing peppered in grey beard.
His dazzling eyes fell briefly on Conley who seemed a bit stressed, if he were reading the man's posture correctly. Had something ELSE come up with passports and other documentations? Charles would have to see about pulling the man aside for a chat la---- The Minister's gaze was briefly caught by something else out of the corner of his eye and an all too familiar uncomfortable feeling knotted his inside. But no, it had been nothing. Simple the fluttering of some of the fabric decorations. Nothing more.
Surely.
FINALLY! Someone was singing.
Charles finished sipping his coffee and set the mug down. "If you all will excuse me," he said politely to Simon and Frankie, offering Victoria a parting wink before opting to weave his way over to January. "Come now, my dear," he encourage, a hand politely pressing itself on her back between the shoulders. "There is a cover of Ain't No Mountain High Enough by an up and coming wrock duo that I think will suit our needs perfectly." And yes, he was leading her up to the small stage and microphones to be the next in the queue, all while passing by Fletcher, Caleb, and Kendra's new personal assistant. "Pardon me, Glitterpuff," he mused as he passed behind Fletcher with a fatherly pat to the man's shoulder. "Unless you fancy joining myself and January. Make it a proper Minister's Office debute." He then offered an amused wink towards the other two. Quote:
Originally Posted by sarahlooo There she was, enjoying her peaceful small talk with Jonathan when the Minister came along and told her that he wanted to do a duet with her at some point in the evening. She laughed politely, innocently assuming that he was JOKING. Surely he wasn't serious.
But... surely, he was. Because a few minutes later, the Minister was back and he was ushering her to the stage with a firm hand on her back. "Oh - oh, you were serious?" she questioned, suddenly QUITE nervous. January's green eyes went wide as she tried to think of an escape from the most embarrassing situation she could ever be put in. January did not do karaoke. January didn't DO things that embarrassed her. She wore pencil skirts and carefully ironed blouses. She did NOT subject herself to public humiliation.
Ain't No Mountain High Enough, eh? "I'm afraid I don't know that song," she said in response to his suggestion, giving Fletcher a SERIOUS eyeing as they passed him that she was HOPING conveyed her thought of 'take my place in this duet or I'll FIRE you.' Did he get that? Yeah, uh huh, blah blah blah, huh, whatever, Calebbbb. Fletcher didn't really even respond to the boy again, for his attention had been redirected elsewhere, to Stella. He smiled back at her, noting that she was in Transportation, which was possibly the most boring department in his opinion. Her loss, really. Couldn't he get a personal assistant in the Minister's office? He'd have to ask January about that.
"Well usually, we at least have champagne, which would make everyone here sound better..." Fletcher started to say, but suddenly found a heavy hand on his shoulder, along with his old nickname booming across the room. "Minister!"
Ah, the Minister. Of course he would be singing next, and it looked like he had already enlisted poor January to join him. Hopefully the Minister didn't see the SOS signs she was sending with her eyes. January just looked too tortured to ignore. Fletcher sighed and moved away from the two he was currently hanging out with. "Sorry, mates; duty calls."
Yes, Fletcher would save you, January, or something like that. He followed her and the Minister onto the stage, but looped a long arm around her shoulder so that she couldn't escape. It was a January sandwich now! Hehe. "Let's make it a trio, Minister!" Yes, why not.
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