[ Enri hears the claps and thinks, There's Daddy! With a grin, he starts making a beeline through the crowd, only to find himself waylaid by Verne, the twins, and the man he assumes is Cap Kidd.
There's a brief exchange, after which Cap, eyes already on some distant point in the hall, touches the tip of his index finger to his nose, then points with a smile Enri doesn't want to interpret. Neither does he want to see where Cap is heading. He doesn't fucking want to know.
He points the three Jaegers to the open bar, thanks them for coming to his wedding party - a reminder for the girls, a plea to Verne to try and spread that story - and continues on, drawn ever towards Darius - inescapably, needfully.
Except Darius isn't where Enri expected; instead, there's Jack Ramsey and a woman Enri can only assume is his wife. He doesn't like the sneering way the man's looking at him, or the way he drawls, "Enri. There you are. We'd thought it was past your bedtime."
He could be petulant. He could snap back because he knows it wasn't a light-hearted joke, he knows it was a pointed dig about his marriage. But Darius would want him to be smarter than that.
He raises a brow and sticks out a hand. "Glad you could make it, Jack."
Seeing as they're on a first-name basis.
There's a pause during which Ramsey clearly is considering ignoring his hand; the wife jostles his arm with a pointed expression and Ramsey forces a charming smile. He takes Enri's hand in a clammy, two-handed grip (he can't quite mask the look of faint disgust, but he thinks Ramsey didn't notice.)
"We wouldn't miss it. We've known Esma for years." He looks to the wife for confirmation; she nods vaguely, her attention drifting. "Funny; she never mentioned you were her nephew. Why in the world didn't you say?"
Enri has a dozen responses in mind. They'd be polite. They wouldn't cause problems. He would make his parents and Darius proud. But the thing is, in that same heartbeat, he thinks about this fucking party, and the strain on Anna's face over the years, and how he hates ramen noodles. In that same heartbeat, he sees Costas over Ramsey's shoulder, across the room, trying not to look this way, and fuck, he doesn't like that, either. (He does like that Cap has intercepted Costas with a violently blue drink in one hands and a scotch in the other. Good move.)
He cocks his head and lets his attention slide back to Ramsey. "Probably for the same reason I didn't tell anyone about you sucking my uncle's cock on the sly. Someone asked me not to."
Widening his eyes in faux-shock, he brings a hand to his mouth. "Oh, shit. My bad."
People are staring. People heard that.
Well. Fuck it. Now he's got their attention.
Ramsey's eyes are bulging along with a vein in his forehead. The wife is glaring. Not at Enri, though. Dropping the feigned shock, he clicks his tongue. "You can start it, but I'll end it."
As he turns, he pauses and throws out, "And my bedtime's whenever Daddy says, man. Enjoy the party."
Speaking of Daddy. Time to find him. ]
Man, I really need to get better at remembering what's a secret and what's not. Sucks to be Ramsey right now.
One down.
Hey. Where are you? I followed the clapping but it might've been Hummel's ass. I want my Daddy. :c
[...]
Okay, how about this: I'm going to sit very patiently at the bar and wait for you to come rescue me from being a lost, lonely Puppy.
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There's a brief exchange, after which Cap, eyes already on some distant point in the hall, touches the tip of his index finger to his nose, then points with a smile Enri doesn't want to interpret. Neither does he want to see where Cap is heading. He doesn't fucking want to know.
He points the three Jaegers to the open bar, thanks them for coming to his wedding party - a reminder for the girls, a plea to Verne to try and spread that story - and continues on, drawn ever towards Darius - inescapably, needfully.
Except Darius isn't where Enri expected; instead, there's Jack Ramsey and a woman Enri can only assume is his wife. He doesn't like the sneering way the man's looking at him, or the way he drawls, "Enri. There you are. We'd thought it was past your bedtime."
He could be petulant. He could snap back because he knows it wasn't a light-hearted joke, he knows it was a pointed dig about his marriage. But Darius would want him to be smarter than that.
He raises a brow and sticks out a hand. "Glad you could make it, Jack."
Seeing as they're on a first-name basis.
There's a pause during which Ramsey clearly is considering ignoring his hand; the wife jostles his arm with a pointed expression and Ramsey forces a charming smile. He takes Enri's hand in a clammy, two-handed grip (he can't quite mask the look of faint disgust, but he thinks Ramsey didn't notice.)
"We wouldn't miss it. We've known Esma for years." He looks to the wife for confirmation; she nods vaguely, her attention drifting. "Funny; she never mentioned you were her nephew. Why in the world didn't you say?"
Enri has a dozen responses in mind. They'd be polite. They wouldn't cause problems. He would make his parents and Darius proud. But the thing is, in that same heartbeat, he thinks about this fucking party, and the strain on Anna's face over the years, and how he hates ramen noodles. In that same heartbeat, he sees Costas over Ramsey's shoulder, across the room, trying not to look this way, and fuck, he doesn't like that, either. (He does like that Cap has intercepted Costas with a violently blue drink in one hands and a scotch in the other. Good move.)
He cocks his head and lets his attention slide back to Ramsey. "Probably for the same reason I didn't tell anyone about you sucking my uncle's cock on the sly. Someone asked me not to."
Widening his eyes in faux-shock, he brings a hand to his mouth. "Oh, shit. My bad."
People are staring. People heard that.
Well. Fuck it. Now he's got their attention.
Ramsey's eyes are bulging along with a vein in his forehead. The wife is glaring. Not at Enri, though. Dropping the feigned shock, he clicks his tongue. "You can start it, but I'll end it."
As he turns, he pauses and throws out, "And my bedtime's whenever Daddy says, man. Enjoy the party."
Speaking of Daddy. Time to find him. ]
Man, I really need to get better at remembering what's a secret and what's not. Sucks to be Ramsey right now.
One down.
Hey. Where are you? I followed the clapping but it might've been Hummel's ass. I want my Daddy. :c
[...]
Okay, how about this: I'm going to sit very patiently at the bar and wait for you to come rescue me from being a lost, lonely Puppy.
May I have a drink?