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[Samuel Phillips]

Samuel could argue that being on the edge of fully fledged drunkenness certainly made otherwise dull parties interesting. If it wasn't the excitement of pretending to be another person for a night, it was lowered inhibitions, his desire to laugh at anything and everything as well as the feeling of his numbed face in addition to the haze around his already blurred eyesight. "Shhhh" He stifled the urge to giggle while whispering in Charlotte's ear as he gently held his hand on the small of her back so he could lead her behind a nearby corner. "What was my name again?" His hands moved to adjust his tie as he queried his friend while he leaned to the side so he could see the party around the corner. Having completely forgotten the names they decided on less than an hour ago, he knew they couldn't return until Char reminded him of who on earth he was supposed to be on this night. "Mister... something?" ​

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[Charlotte Williams]

They had been drinking for a little while, and Charlotte didn't drink this much that often, but when she did it didn't often end that well, she was allowing Sam to lead the way, his hand on the small of her back guiding her through the streets, the woman had been having the best time while in Milan. As he leaned in, and asked for his name again, she had to stop herself from giggling, and instead focused herself, on fixing his tie, which he seemed to be adjusting. She then brushed down the skirt of dress down, "Mister Lafayette, and I'm mademoiselle Saint-Clare, we're engaged, your family is land property rich, mine is old money rich," She put her hand on his face lightly, forcing him to look at her, "Focus Sam," She told him, before taking his hand lightly and then leading him to the party, they passed the door with ease, and wandered in, "Here," she grabbed two glasses of champagne and then handed one to him.

this was bad
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[Samuel Phillips]

Samuel's ability to focus had been long forgotten underneath a veil of alcohol and already impaired vision. He had forgotten to bring his contact lenses to Milan, assuming he would not need them and also assuming if he did require the ability to see his glasses would be enough to suffice. On any other night he would have been internally annoyed at his inability to see properly, though in his clouded mind, his decision to leave his glasses at the penthouse tonight made sense for his role. Mister Lafayette was new money, powerful, and did not settle for anything less than he thought he deserved so he was certainly not the person to be caught dead wearing glasses. Sam would just need to bite the bullet and pretend like he could make sense of the world around him in spite of the amount of alcohol in his body. "Our marriage is arranged, and we hate each other. We're a mess of passive-aggression and infidelity." He added as he allowed Charlotte to lead him back to the party. He began to stumble slightly as he walked however managed to regain his balance as they entered the door and he accepted the glass of champagne she handed to him. "I'm surprised at how long you have spent by my side tonight, mademoiselle." Samuel returned to his role and spoke with a tone of false annoyance.​

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[Charlotte Williams]

The woman giggled lightly, of course this was all very silly, but, she still loved it. It had been a while since she had really let her hair down for this holiday between them. She grinned at her friend, before they walked in, and she changed her smile to a scowl, the face of someone who was looking for someone else and annoyed by whom she was with, when the opposite was a little true. Handing him the class she then turned away from him and scoffed at his comment, "Oh please, this brings me no joy," she told him, since it wasn't supposed to bring her any joy, she took a long sip of her champagne and made eye contact with some other man, giving a little wave, "You never pay any attention to me Monsieur, that man is already looking at me, more than you have this entire evening," Charlotte said to him, far louder than was perhaps necessary since they were just talking between themselves, but that was hardly the point.
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[Samuel Phillips]

Samuel fought the urge to smile at it all. Char's sudden change in expression and his own change in posture to pertain closer to his role was amusing in itself however it became all the more hilarious knowing their actions were intertwined with the influence of alcohol. Sam, in the very least, had grown to be exceptionally hammered over the course of the night. Hammered to the point where he should have realized an additional glass of champagne would only worsen his hangover in the morning. But he could hardly give the extra glass a second thought as he brought it to his lips and sipped, believing wholeheartedly that drinking more alcohol would only greater his ability to portray Mister Lafayette in the most accurate of fashions. "I'd pay attention to you if you left more to the imagination and weren't so goddamn transparent." Sam commented through his teeth in an attempt to sound snide as he nodded towards the man Char had mentioned. "These pathetic attempts to make me jealous are getting a little old, don't you think?"​

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[Charlotte Williams]

It was difficult to not smile and laugh at all of this, but they had a task to do, and Char was trying her hardest to remain like that, she glanced at Sam as he spoke, she pretended to fake shock, but she knew that he of course didn't mean those comments, it was Monseiur Lafayette who did. She shook her head, "Oh but Monsieur, don't you see that they are working," she told him, with a tone of told-you-so. She blew a kiss in the strange man's direction before looking back at him, "If you were even half the man you think you are, I would not need to make other men jealous," she took a sip of her drink as she looked at him, "And what about the women you parade around with, I am only doing what you do to me,"
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[Samuel Phillips]

Samuel continued to sip his glass of champagne, knowing full well if he moved the glass from his lips he would catch himself in a fit of laughter at Charlotte's words. He, for one, could handle if someone insulted his manliness because in his eyes the idea of being a 'man' was merely a social construct. Mister Lafayette, on the other hand, was a cliched kind of person that could not handle an insult towards his manhood in any way, shape or form and would do everything in his power to react to such an insult. Sam frowned, drunkenly attempting to feign anger as he wrapped his hand around Charlotte's arm so he could turn her body to face him. "Cut the crap, mademoiselle. We both know why you're really here." He paused as his eyes locked with Charlotte's. "If it weren't for your sad excuse of a family losing their entire estate to bad investments, you wouldn't need my money to stay off the streets. Instead you would be halfway across the world right now, doing who knows what with some newly divorced friend of your fathers." His lips upturned into a genuine smile as he spoke, unable to stay in character in the midst of his drunkenness which he failed to hide as he exhaled his last words. "You have no better options, sweetie. So I suggest you shut your mouth."
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[Charlotte Williams]

Charlotte sipped her drink lightly, thinking that her person was a drink flirty type which Charlotte wasn't really, so she wasn't taking her eyes off the strange man that she didn't care for. She was enjoying this far more than she had thought she would. Not even glancing at Sam when he laughed, but giving a small gasp when he grabbed and turned her, though it hadn't been painful, but she had imagined that her person would give a little gasp. She let him be angry with her, or well fake angry, although as he continued she couldn't help the small smile which seemed to be trying to make it's way onto her lips, which was making it difficult for her to stay in character, so to mask it she took a small sip of her drink, trying to desperately cover her smile. At his last words she scoffed, false scoffed, "Monsieur, I think you'll find you'll never have anyone as amazing as me, I mean look at me, I don't need your money to keep me from the streets," Charlotte told him, shaking her arm from his grasp and then took another sip of her drink, "Without me, you'd still be living in with mummy dearest and her little issues," she could barely keep her smile hidden, this was so stupid, the alcohol muddling her brain as she attempt to keep their story straight.
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[Samuel Phillips]

In state of shock that was semi-influenced by alcohol however mostly caused by Charlotte's words, Samuel stepped backwards. Unable to hide that the 'mummy issues' line had caught him off guard and rendered him unable to stay in character more than the excessive amount of alcohol in his body had during the night. In his own attempt to seem cool and collected in spite of his shock, he brought his glass of champagne to his lips and sipped, though the fact his friend's words had rubbed salt in an already open wound was far too obvious for him to hide. "Mummy issues?" He queried, sounding more genuinely angered than he was moments ago although his reaction was still for the most part caused by alcohol. "I can't think of anything to say to that." He admitted. Samuel wasn't sure if it was his drunkenness, but he suddenly began experiencing waves of nausea that forced him to lean against a nearby railing as he rested his glass on the ground and ran his hand through his hair.

((... i tried... i promise i tried))​

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[Charlotte Williams]

Charlotte knew in her mind that perhaps it wasn't a good thing to say, but she wasn't sure what else she could've replied to his statement, or well, it had felt like something her person would say. She sipped her drink, a little more aware of Sam's movements, his anger clearer than before, she had been about to retort, when a man, clearly a host or something like that came to them and asked them to leave. Charlotte downed the rest of her drink, and then took Sam by the hand and lead him out of the house and the party. Things felt a little strange and unsure of what to do, "Let's go to the river," she told him, dragging him along the streets towards it. Sure that the fresh air of the river would help him and her. She glanced at him, "You know I was joking right?" she told him quietly, wondering if she had perhaps upset him a little.
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[Samuel Phillips]

Samuel stayed silent, following Charlotte's lead as they were asked to leave the party. They were being disruptive and were far from sober, so he quite frankly expected to be confronted with their actions. He continued to say silent as he walked alongside his friend, eventually wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they walked, while he breathed in the night air and eventually began to overcome the nausea that had taken over his body. It was only after a lingering amount of silence did Sam choose to say anything to alleviate the awkwardness. "I know." He responded, squeezing her shoulder slightly. "I'm just being dramatic as always."
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[Charlotte Williams]

Charlotte through her drunkenness was beginning to feel bad for what she had said to him, she hadn't known that it would hit so hard, and she felt a little comforted by her squeezing her shoulder. She leaned into it and gave him a small smile, "It's my fault, I'm sorry," she shook her head at him and looked at him with an apologetic expression, trying to make him feel better about it, "I don't want to ruin our time here in Milan," Charlotte said, still feeling bad about it and not sure really trying to make it up to him. Charlotte hadn't ever upset her friend before, and it just felt strange, she didn't really like it, "I'm so sorry Sam," she didn't know if it was her still hazy drunkenness making her repeat what she was saying.
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[Samuel Phillips]

Samuel halted his steps and drew his arm away from Charlotte's shoulders as she repeatedly apologized. He waited for a moment so he had the chance to breathe before he began what could possibly be a pointless effort to bring her to her senses. "It's okay. You don't need to apologize." He spoke as he placed each of his hands on her shoulders, his tone sounding unintentionally more hushed than he meant for it to. As he continued to speak, he shook her shoulders slightly. "Just calm down. I'm fine, we're both fine. This night has been lovely and this trip has been lovely. You don't need to worry, okay?" He stepped forward, moving his hands to Charlotte's back so he could wrap his arms around her again and pull her into a hug as another part of his improvised plan to comfort his friend. "Just don't worry."
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[Charlotte Williams]

Char stopped when he stopped and turned to face him, she wanted to apologise again and again, just because she ruined this for the two of them, with an unfortunately off handed comment. She was stopped however as in the moment she was about to begin apologising again, he told her stop, to which she immediately responded with, "Sorry," but as he continued she took a deep breath with a small smile as he told her not to worry about it, and then wrapped his arms around her, she stood stunned for a moment before returning the hug and breathing in Sam's scent, feeling comforted in his arms in a way she hadn't really associated with Sam, "I just want it to be perfect, I want it all to be perfect," she didn't pulled away from the hug, "I want you to have the perfect time, because you've been so stressed, and I don't want to ruin it," she continued speaking softly, perhaps expressing her entire desire for it all to be perfect.
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[Samuel Phillips]

"But it is perfect." Sam whispered as he unconsciously tightened the hug. He hated that Charlotte had begun to punish herself for her comment. Though he could agree it was off-handed and cut deeper than he ever thought it would, they were still both very drunk and in the midst of such an intoxicated state neither of them could expect the other to act as if they were their normal, considerate selves. Their inhibitions were lowered after all and the nausea that was still apparent in Sam's gut in spite of being lessened by the fresh air could attest to that. "I'm not stressed anymore." He pulled away from the hug, with his brow furrowed and an ultimately concerned expression on his face as he continued to try and comfort his friend. As he spoke his hands moved from Charlotte's back and to her neck so he could hold her face, a drunken habit of his that only became apparent when he really wanted someone to listen to him and take his words to heart. "I'm happy now, okay? Really happy." His thumb graced Char's chin lightly as he continued to speak. "It's all because of this trip, there's nothing you can do to ruin it. It is perfect. It is really goddamn perfect. Just, trust me when I say it's perfect."​

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[Charlotte Williams]

Charlotte felt him tighten the hug and felt herself almost melt into it, only for him to then pull away from it. Charlotte had always strived for perfection, she had always wanted to be the best, being perfect drove her crazy because it took so long to achieve and she just wanted this all to be perfect for him. Charlotte had her little problems with the trip so far but she wanted everything to be just perfect for him, he was her closest friend, and Charlotte didn't have many friends. His hands moved to her face and she met his gaze with a small smile, as he began telling her about how happy he was, and how much he was enjoying the trip, her drunken mind just felt like crying but she didn't. Instead she just nodded at him, wanting to just wrap her arms around him again and bring him into a close hug but instead she just nodded, "I just want to make you happy," she told him before just reaching for his hands and squeezing them lightly, her gaze never leaving his, a small smile settling on her face. She leaned in a fraction, almost as if about she was going to lean in further but instead just froze for a few seconds before pulling away and continuing to walk in the right direction, "Come on, the river isn't going to visit itself, the night is to beautiful to waste," Charlotte glanced back at him, giggling slightly before lightly jogging the next few steps encouraging him to move with her quickly.
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[Samuel Phillips]

Samuel did not quite understand what was happening. If he had the vision to see his friend from more than a few inches away he would have had the ability to comprehend the nature of the silence that fell between them, and understand exactly how he should have reacted or what he could have said. However instead all he saw was Charlotte draw close enough to be in focus for a few seconds before she returned to being a blur. A blur that was obvious in the dim street lights but a blur that caused his face to express confusion. In that moment he was entirely dumbfounded, squinting his eyes to try and gain an understanding of what had just happened. Though all it took was another passing moment for Sam to shake his head away from the confusion so he could return to his regular drunk self and jog to catch up with his friend as they continued roaming the streets of Milan throughout the night.
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