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Who: falsejezebel, inkstainedsword, and edsidlemirth
What: A drink with an old friend(?) before an outing with a new one
Where: Some classy bar, then uh somewhere featuring a lovely ballet
When: last Veerdi, early evening on into night
Warnings: None?

Another ~~Friday~~Veerdi off, another night out, though Aimery had much classier intentions than the last. He dressed for the ballet in his nicest gray suit paired with his new bowler hat and his far older sword; yes, bringing a sword to upscale venues was perhaps a little uncouth, but he didn't want to look a target- especially since he would likely be escorting a Lady home.

He was meeting Eddie at the bar first and only intended to have a drink or two at most so as to be sober for the performance. Honestly, Aimery was glad to have an excuse to leave should Eddie prove as annoying as he had been lately- he knew they'd once been close, close friends, and Eddie did have his high points, but, well. At times it was hard to see what he must've seen in him once.

Anna, on the other hand, was charming and lovely. She reminded him of Gundred grown up they way he'd like her to, not still messy and childish. She was a delight, hence his invitation to the ballet. Aimery had never seen one before and Anna seemed the sort to appreciate it. He intended to meet her at the theater as well, though he was very slightly late due to getting a little turned around on his way.

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"I, on the other hand, do consider it to be the same," he answered, his annoyance waning into mild chastising as Eddie seemed to be agreeing with him, though Aimery wasn't sure if it was an attempt at manipulation or not. "I spend as much or more time a day talking to you as I do the men whom I live with and work for. It's unfair to expect me to not only be on call for you throughout the day then, when I do manage time to see you in person and take you somewhere nice on my day off, treat me as if I owe you more."

That was... actually quite cathartic.

Eddie holds up his hands, a few inches from the table, fingers spread, a mitigating gesture, while Aimery talks. Then, he leans back again, subdued, with a glance off to the side.

Then, he says, "You said we were close, but you must realize that this is how I am. But, now you have your abilities, and I... don't have anything to bring to the table. So." His voice slows down. He's not happy, nor snide, and resisting the urge to save face with one act or the other. It makes him tense up. He wants to lash out with the best verbal sparring he can muster and explain exactly how terrible and unforgivable a thing it is to say that to him. He knows if he's supposed to be better that he has to fake the appropriate response. "It's not reasonable for me to make demands of your time."