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[ Luckily it's only one. Sinclair turns a bright red despite every bit sense in him. He wants to kiss Oria... but he'll get lip gloss on him. Conundrum. He squeezes Oria's hands]

That would be how I lose my job...

It's fine. I'll hire you.

[ Oria lets go of his hands. ]

By the way, that was a joke, Meursault. Let's go, Amelia.

[ Then he turns to leave again. ]

[ Sinclair wishes he wasn't so easily flustered. He does Not report Meursault's affirmative and hastily follows Oria out ]

I still can't believe you found this room of all rooms when there's a billiard room down the hall too.

A lot of rooms were locked. You think I'm gonna be playing billiards by myself and then something will happen?

[ He's trying to say that it's like an intro to a porn video. Someone save Sinclair. ]

...what would happen?

[ Oria??? Sinclair looks a little baffled. Honestly Oria walking in on him while he was letting Meursault hack the computer was Something]

I don't think Timetrack would let any of their guests get attacked here...

Well, you got in.

[ Does that say anything about the security level, Sinclair? ]

Anything can happen.

[ Oria stops in front of the door that leads back out to the party. ]

Thanks for being a sweetheart and leading me back here, Amelia. Now I can get back to the party like it was always intended~

[ Oria sighs. ]

Time to get my game face on. See you later.

Ah... true.

[ Sinclair pauses, acknowledging Oria's point. The Lintons weren't the most clever about their security most likely]

See you later.

[ Sinclair smiles uncertainly and dips into the proper little bow for appearances before he slips off with his cleaning cart. He'll probably get called back in to help with serving ..]

[ Oria goes back into the business party, trying to go in unnoticed. It works for the most part and he can see his mother's shoulders relaxing a little.

He doesn't see Bora nor her older brother and he wants to sigh out of relief. Is Heathcliff or Hindley going to cause chaos for different reasons? Oria is keeping an eye on them, because they seem to be the most agitated ones here. ]

[ There's a fuss in the servant quarters when Sinclair returns and one of the girls grabs his hands and begs him to take her spot with serving. She can't stand serving that man for even another minute. Sinclair agrees because...he does have a new level of empathy now. Amelia is stoic and soft spoken, she can do it... So he takes the canapes and drinks and carries them back in.

Hopefully Hindley is too drunk to do anything...]

[ If Sinclair takes a moment to serve Hindley, Oria calls for Amelia over, because he wants a canape. Yeah. Hopefully before drunk man does anything untoward. ]

[ Sinclair glances over at Oria in surprise but quickly goes across the room before Hindley can think to get handsy after Sinclair tops up his glass. He doesn't see it but Oria can probably see the thunderous look on Hindley's face grow]

Um. Yes?

[ He holds up the tray, his voice a lot softer than usual]

[ bitch u wanna go

Oria just smiles the professional smile as he eats a canape, picking it off the plate that Sinclair holds. Then another. And another. ]

Oh, these are pretty good. Could you get some more, please?

[ Oria is trying to keep Sinclair away from Hindley as much as possible. ]

[Ah. He understands now. Sinclair ducks his head to hide his smile and nods]

Certainly.

[ He's not sure how long they can keep this up but...]

[ Sure, he can't keep it up forever, but he will try. He's talking with the adults while taking a sip of his water. Business talk... but he must. The way they try to curry favor with him is laughable... or at least it would be if it wasn't the same thing over and over because he's younger than most. He shuts some deals down firmly and saying that he will consider some of them in the near future. He feels like the rebound when his mother rejected their proposals, so they went to him. He gestures to the food. ]

Try some canapés. They're great.

[ No one pays Sinclair any mind which is how he prefers it. They do smile and take the canapes at Oria's prompting, sending Sinclair back again for another platter. Sinclair just smiles very politely, letting them make assumptions about his... lack of English.

There's some gossip about Hindley's recently deceased wife and the poor man was so heart broken. Right.

Then his smile freezes when he walks straight into Hindley as he leaves the ballroom]

...sir.

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[ Oria can't find it in him to sympathize, because the least the man could do was to be professional in this sort of get together. He still has to stay in the ballroom, but he thought he caught a glimpse of Hindley... hm.

He can't do anything about it now, since he's still busy talking with the others, but his eyes wander to the exit doors every now and then. ]

[ Hindley squints at him, slurring a little.

"You... you're that little maid... making eyes at rich men, eh...?" Sinclair tries not to sigh.]

...I would like...to do my job. Please. Thank you.

[ Sinclair pulls himself out of the man's grip and hurries away. If Faust didn't give the signal soon things were going to go down unpleasantly. He already sees Hindley approaching Heathcliff in the gardens. Aaah]

[ He needs a break. Another one. Oria sighs as he walks over to one of the small balconies outside the ballroom that overlooks the garden to get some fresh air.

And then he sees Hindley approaching Heathcliff. Ah. This can't be good.

He's sticking around to watch anyway. ]

[ Oh no. Sinclair recognises that look on Heathcliff's face, the unrestrained hatred he had for Hindley that Sinclair didn't know the story behind. Faust is occupied in some business talks and Dante wasn't around which left...him.

Why. Sinclair sighs, squaring his shoulders and smiling stiffly, sets down the platter to deal with what was happening outside

If nothing else he'd cover for Heathcliff.

The flurry of truly British insults was a sight to behold though]

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[ Oria wonders what has the two so heated like this. He thinks back on the rumors about Hindley's wife passing away... does Heathcliff have anything to do with that? Oria is simply curious, like how one would be curious of a puzzle necklace. A fleeting interest, he's sure, but at least they're taking it outside.

Then he sees Amelia there. Hm.

Someone else comes out of the balcony. It's Bora and her steps are still a bit wobbly, which makes her trip and fall on Oria's back. He turns around and... oh. ]

... You should be sitting somewhere. If you go home, that's probably even better.

[ "But I won't get to see you if I go home..."

Oria bites back a sigh and turns back to the two in the garden. Bora, also curious, peeks over. ]

[ It's something to do with Hindley's father and Cathy and it's all a blur to Sinclair. But he knows if Heathcliff lets his temper get the better of him, the consultation awaiting would be...bad. So Sinclair draws in a deep breath and calls out.]

--Mr. Heathcliff!

[Sinclair makes frantic signs at Heathcliff behind Hindley's back and Heathcliff tsks, sneering at Hindley as he stalks back into the ballroom.

But not before Hindley sneers.

"Run with your tail between your legs you damn mongrel--"

Then he looks down at Sinclair.

"Oh, so this is what you damned whore maids prefer do--"

Sinclair doesn't know if it was him or Heathcliff who moved first but Hindley is on the floor, out cold with a broken nose and a large lump on his head. Heathcliff looks at Hindley and whistles.

"Kid, you're becoming a natural at this."

Sinclair stares down at Hindley in dismay, buries his face in his hands, whimpering to himself in German.]

...I didn't want to be the one to get the consultation...

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[ Damn. This drama. Maids don't hit anyone, Sinclair. Please. Oria is popcorning this while knowing Sinclair can take care of himself especially with a coworker with him. Not like he'd need the help with how Hindley is knocked out in one go. Atta boy.

Bora tugs on his sleeve.

"Oria, can you please look at me?"

Oria doesn't turn around to look at her. ]

[Sinclair is certainly frazzled and when voices come near the garden he begins pushing Heathcliff away]

Go--I'll cover for you.

[He hisses quietly, and Heathcliff makes his escape in time for the missing woman of the day to make an appearance - Cathy and her very rich fiance.

She obviously doesn't take well to seeing her brother on the ground, alone with a maid and goes ballistic.

"What have you done?! My dear, sweet brother! You--"

Sinclair just keeps his head bowed low and his apologies spilling out in French.

Someone send him home please--

When he finally has room to leave, he glances up to see Oria and Bora together.

HM.]

[ Well, that's that. He's a little tempted to back Sinclair by yelling from where he stands, but he won't do that. Mostly because Oria would probably get in trouble.

"Are you into maids?"

...

"It looks like you're so smitten with that one."

Oria finally turns around, but it's not to look at her. He walks past her and back into the ballroom. ]

[ Sinclair thinks he's never been so happy to be fired in his life. He makes his way back to the servant quarters, oddly chipper despite Doom awaiting him but

This is why they normally use the Before Team for recon.

Maybe they won't have to do this again.

(Doubt)]

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