NPC Gerard Vieuxpont's page

“Well, it’s been a damn good treat talking. Everyone ‘sides you and that pair of idiots are stiff as corpses, though that figures considering the host.” Gerard breaks into a laugh as his sister’s smile fades slightly. He looks to Romane. “A drink?” She shakes her head. “Well, you know where to find me.”

Gerard straightens up, no longer crouching over. He departs to the counter of the bar, demanding something strong.

“Quit on the flirting, or wait till I'm out of earshot." Gerard focuses his attention on a scuff on his sleeve, scratching it annoyed. "And you best start caring about Hal, sis. Me and her got a date in the future.” He laughs boisterously. “I see our future so clear I should open my own Oracle business, huh?”

Gerard crosses his arms, hunching over a bit though keeping his stance wide. He eyes Marcus, smiling. “If I recall correctly, bud, you were the challenger here. I just wanted to hear the story then you start talking about out-drinking me.” Gerard smirks. “’Course I’m sure everyone would believe your side of it before mine. Challenging others is half what I am known for.”

Gerard adopts a more relaxed position. While still a big man, he is less intimidating when he isn’t puffing his chest up. “Here that Ro? Drink me under the table! Marc, buddy, you’re on a quick path to being my favorite trespasser.”

A man follows behind Romane, pushing the crowd that forms in her wake aside. He is broad shouldered, and carries himself with a boastful stride. He is rather handsome, with tailored clothing lending to his appearance. He looks hardly over twenty.

He glances at Beatrice, giving her a smile before turning to Marcus. He waits for Romane to finish speaking before offering his hand Marcus. “Gerard Viuexpont.”

After the exchange, Gerard stares at Marcus befuddled. “Tamarin. Marcus Tamarin. Wait, wait!” The man’s excitement builds. “You were one of her "Closet Crew" on New Year’s weren’t you? You were! Thought Ro was making up stories. How much I have to get you drinking to tell that tale, huh?” He smiles, and slaps Marcus on the back as if they were old friends.

Beatrice appears quite confused by both Vieuxpont children, not understanding either of their relations to Marcus, or the context for Gerard’s questions. She hangs on Marcus, smiling idly.