<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

For all his effort, Donnie certainly made some progress. Alas, what he didn't know yet was that he was up against generational training which kept a royal family from truly enjoying themselves. Another thing Donnie couldn't know was... how much of a problem something like that was to him, on a spiritual level. Nikki seemed to be moving unconsciously, but that other one... she showed an amount of resistance that challenged him in ways he couldn't imagine. No matter; he'd take matters into his own hands as the ongoing song wound down. All that winding and thrusting ended with a spin into a stand, which had Donnie walking toward the couch with his own drink in hand again.

When he reached the pair, he didn't sit ─ he looked right at the queen and took a sip of alcohol. "Yo... no disrespect, but I been seein' nothing but dimes all day!" he said first, mostly speaking to Nikki on the matter. "But you ain't feelin' me like that. C'mon ─ loosen up, ma. Get you some of this~" he offered holding out his own partially-drained glass of strong liquor. At the same time, the next instrumental on the list began. The look in Donnie's eyes still wasn't quite normal. There was another song forming already, and it connected directly to the unknown woman drinking... or at least giving it a healthy amount of consideration. "You down? Don't make me get the birthday girl too fucked up. We can do it crazy if you want~" he added. Leon was almost floored, unable to even speak as he processed how casually King Don spoke to the QUEEN! Was everything suddenly terrible? Or was everything suddenly even more incredible? The next few moments would begin telling the tale. . .

[Apollymi]

None of this current place would truly understand the kind of challenge being presented to Donnie. To challenge those who existed for festivities, for feelings was... probably one of the most difficult things for the one on the opposite side to accept. Generations worth of propriety didn't mean anything to a rapper from Harlem. And in truth, it only meant as much as it did for the public consumption. As the song wound down and Donnie made his approach, Nikki did the only thing she could do... "He has to have no idea who you are, he's a great bloke though, promise!" Nikki uttered quickly, quietly. The queen for her part in this looked at the lad and understood why Nikki had chosen him. "That sounds like such a foreign concept. It appears we will all be sharing a new sort of experience. Chin up, dearie," the Queen said, in reference to the birthday girl. Whether or not she'd be taking things personally, Nikki couldn't quite interpret. But the Queen was... well the QUEEN! There was a certain amount of inborn faith that existed in all British Citizens.

Soon enough Donnie was approaching, before Nikki could even give a proper explanation of the situation... the lad was speaking in a way which even she thought was too frankly in her high state. Yes, those first words were meant for her, but the Queen was sitting right there. "Been through it mate. I've an eye for beautiful things, not like I plan to hate them just because we're in the same room~" she commented almost absently, and even managed to say it in such a way that the Queen could somewhat translate. "The need to translate English even as a native speaker is strange," the Queen noted. Still, Donnie wasn't done yet. He might have approached her more directly in this exact moment than even her husband did after they were married. 'King Don, just called the Queen of ENGLAND... Ma.' Nikki's brain would be needing a moment to reset she was too stunned to interrupt. But the Quene had calculating eyes that had just a hint of softness around the edges. "So, presumptuous. I happen to be quite fond of you, in case that was unclear," she mentioned almost casually. After all, if she hadn't like him, an approach as crass as his could beconsidered would have ended by now, and likely in what some others in the world would call an 'International Incident'. Ah but there was a glass extended... and it would be taken as it was offered after he'd sipped of it himself. She'd take it, have a sniff swirl it around and give it some mild consideration. "It would be quite the spectacle. Though if your aim was to leave that well alone before it overflowed, you have sorely miscalculated~" the woman said a sharp gaze coming from the her eyes over the rim of hat glass as she took a sip, warm strong liquor spilling down the royal throat in a few dainty sips. "The Queen's a bloody legend," Nikki said as she stared. She almost thanked her for the consideration. "Crazy?" that was the Queen's only question.

[Bloodedge]

'Oh sod, King Don's gonna get beheaded! What do I do?!' Leon thought as Donnie only became more forward with the queen. He couldn't fathom what was happening already, but it seemed like a rather normal conversation was in the works. From Donnie's perspective, there was a woman sitting at the party who needed to loosen herself up a bit. But... even he now realized she wasn't just some woman. Social and political status wasn't a factor at all; he realized other things. The queen spoke of a need to translate English as a native speaker. Such was the language barrier he and Nikki had been dealing with all day. "Sometimes you just gotta feel it. Feel me?" he replied.

It had to be clarified that the woman was fond of Donnie. That wasn't unclear. "Nah, I can tell. But see, this is a party. I see you holdin' out on me, so take this here." Donnie passed over that drink, and to no surprise of his own, she took a sip... after commenting on an 'overflowing well' in reference to the Nikki situation. As one who specialized in wordplay, Donnie had no issues with that little turn of phrase. "Nah, we ain't tippin' over yet. Gotta get everybody on the same page though," he said. Nikki claimed the 'Queen' was a legend. That one was missed for its direct meaning, as Donnie only considered the colloquial term 'queen' being used here. Maybe she was some fashion icon he didn't know about yet? Whatever the case, his offer for something crazy was brought into question... so Donnie lifted his microphone while using the other hand to tilt the queen's glass from the bottom, toward her lips.

"Take a sip of this... drink that... now don't it feel good baby?♪
Take a hit of this... take that... now don't it feel good baby?♪
Take a sip of this... drink that... Imma put you on my hood baby♪
Take a sip of this... drink that...♪"

Donnie's answer would come in the form of a song. This 'queen' was someone he wanted to push into a better state of being. He could sense in her something much more familiar than what she was showing of herself. And, the way she was staring him down only enhanced his desire to release that hidden side felt through the music.

"Hey girl♪
How you doin?♪
Can I get a minute of your time to spit a line or two?♪
Say girl, I know you ain't feelin me,
I promise that you take a sip of this, you gon' be right here hearin me♪
You givin me a reason to come back to the club♪
And I'm feelin like, you feelin like showin' me love♪
And I'm here to get'cha rythym right♪
Girl go and gather yo' crew, 'cause me and my niggas make it do what it do♪~
And III see it in your eyes baby♪ And I,
I know I took you by surprise baby♪ Oh, yeah♪
This what you do♪ Go and gather your crew, 'cause me and my niggas make it do what it do♫~"

[Apollymi]

Leon was worried. Nikki was still too stunned to make the introduction while the traiwreck was happening. After all, you can't just make alterations half way through a project, you might disrupt the flow of it. High society probelms weren't things that a kid form Harlem would be familiar with, but that wouldn't stop him from flirting with a woman who very easily could do something bad, but wouldn't be doing any such thing. The Queen for her part in this, was informed that sometimes, instead of trying to understand the language slips she'd simply have to feel it. Those words knocked around in her head, "Well, there is that saying about Rome," she commented almost absently. As far as she was concerned there was nothing wrong with her behavior so she'd carry it along.

Beyond that point, it would seem that Donnie understood she liked him well enough, but he didn't want her giving of the vibe of resistance at the party. He wanted the Queen as relaxed and loose as the rest of the those viewing the show directly. What was more the queen soon found herself being nudged along, quite literally having a glass tilted towards her face. Perfectly arched brows furrowed just a little. "There is such a thing as too keen," Nikki murmured, sitll unable to get out the important information. "Presumptuous," the Queen uttered without thought, but a long slip of dark liquor came from the moment. It spread around her body, in a way a glass of wine at dinner simply couldn't do. It was far from her first drink, but definitely her first of such strength in probably the better art of a decade. Even with Nikki still slow speaking thoughts out of her lips, she wasn't 'too far' for the lad in question. There would be much to discuss later, but for now a song had once again started. And with a drink moving around in her blood stream. The queen would be experiencing the first rushes. The warmth in her belly, the softening of her expression and that gentle toe tapping with much less restraint thatn she'd shown a few moments before. And so would begin, the fall into the music... with a belly full of liquid courage. The queen wasn't even the only one following instructions various members of the audience began sipping from glasses and going along with the points of the music, the queen herself found little resistance.

Meanwhile, Drake was finally making his way towards the club. He was pulling up front, tossing his keys to a valet but making sure he stopped to pose in front of his new ride. Doing so for a few moments, he couldn't help but notice that most of the cameras seemed to be pointed at the club instead of waiting for arrivals. 'What happened? Did someone else show up?' he wondered as he tucked that box into his suit jacket making sure he was flashing all necessary labels. He also planned to look as cool as possible while he showed off his collaboration with Giorno Giovanna.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah, like that. You ain't gotta rush it," Donnie assured. The tilt of a glass toward the queen's face created a very strange reaction ─ a furrowed brow that seemed just slightly misplaced to Donnie. Nikki commented on his actions being 'too keen' again. Was there a miscommunication somewhere? The other woman further called him presumptuous, but she still took the extra sip. Perhaps there was an issue. Well, it was too late to do anything about that now. The way Donnie shifted when the songs were flowing had been the cause of many problems in his first major relationship. If that problem was resurfacing now in some capacity, he'd have to hope that either Nikki already knew the references, he was wrong, or there was a way to explain everything away somehow. Regardless, the song was already rolling. . .

"Now baby girl I ain't tryin to get you drunk,
I'm just tryin to get you tipsy... enooough♪~
And I know that you wouldn't do what you do,
Unless you get tipsy... enooough♪~
In order for me to get you home in the back of my Brougham,
I need you tipsy... enooough♪~
And I know that you wouldn't be the freak that you are,
Unless you're tipsy... enoo-ooo-ooough♪~"

By the time Donnie was performing the hook at a distance, hips rolling to and fro, side to side as his feet slid and kicked outward and one hand provocatively held his belt... Leon decided to continue being King Don's guardian of the evening. He'd gotten close enough to that couch to speak and be heard by the Queen, even though he kept a certain distance from the royal woman. "Your Majesty, ma'am... he's American. I don't think they get the same respect for authority there. You're not gonna have 'is head, are ya'?" Leon asked with no idea what he'd do if King Don was actually beheaded by the queen. All the while, Donnie had his focus on the woman as if he saw evolution in her future. A challenge, once issued, would always be met from that Harlem scallywag.

[Apollymi]

Donnie had words to share with the queen about the nature of some potential drinking. She could take it slow. If she were any younger, she'd certainly be falling into some kind of trap. Still, she had a good feeling about the lad she was currently talking to, language barrier and all. 'This one would be very dangerous if I was young and impressionable. Even now, I'm drinking in public simply because he makes the idea of relaxing more sound like such a good idea,' the Queen internally monologued. For her part in this, Nikki wasn't at all disturbed by Donnie's wandering nature. He seemed to be the sort of man who worked on his muse and given that music was created in a moment, his mused seemed capable of quickly shifting. It wasn't anything to take personally... no one had to compete against her mental processes after all, and she'd not be told to curb them aside from making sure she took care of herself. As such she wouldn't have made those kinds of demands of him. Besides, she'd already stated her feelings in general, she wasn't in competition with other women, everyone deserved their shine time.

Speaking of shine time, the Queen's eyes remained locked on Donnie and his movements, those words he spoke seeming to permeate her body and make those gentle almost unseen movements become something of a steady sway. Well, that wasn't all the words, there was also the alcohol. Surely something deserved blame for breaking her compsure and it would be going to the lad himself. But... some didn't get that, Dandeleon Postwick seemed to be vying for leniency on behalf of Donovan King. The Queen kept her eyes on the lad dancing and singing in front but still gave acknowledgement trying to set the S-rank at ease. "I do not intend to take his head or harm him in any way. One does not attend a party without participating. Besides, I am sure my son would never forgive me if I did. And to be honest, I find him delightful." The Queen metioned. "Should take the head, honestly. It's brilliant," Nikki said her eyes also on Donnie trailing over that perfect face and mouth of his, and having the same thought that she could easily... sit on the man's face. "Does drinking make you this honest, dearie or did you partake of a different form of party favor?" The queen asked as another thought slipped out of Nikki's head and thus put an idea in the Queen's she'd not intended to have planted there. "Oops, I'd beg your pardon but... I was being honest," Nikki confirmed. By the time the song was approaching a new climax, Nikki and the Queen were moving together enjoying the beat swaying as if no one was watching,because in truth, the Queen did need an excuse to loosen up and some together chair dancing was far from too extreme.

Meanwhile, Casper Drake had made it into the club past the paparazzi and made arrangements to be seated in the normal VIP section. He'd be spending an additional 5000pounds just to keep the table. It would have normally come with pretty decent views, but the club was currently packed and King Don was playing through the speakers, some song about drinking. Odd, Drake had never heard this one. Still, it wasn't worth too much extra thought. He'd flagged his security to keep an eye out for Nikki's arrival and settled into the VIP. He was even on his best behavior, keeping other girls and potential riff-raff out of his lap. If only because he was trying to make sure he made the best possible impression on Donnie this time. Little did he know.

[Bloodedge]

The Queen of England was moving more readily as time passed, much to Donnie's satisfaction. Matters of the conversations he intended to have with Nikki would have to wait for now; there was nothing that could override the music. Well, perhaps he'd at least manage to put it all into words... or perhaps a song of its own? Yes, that would be the likeliest method. For now though, he was living in the moment... and the moment had the queen at its center.

Conversely, Donnie himself was the key figure for Leon, who hoped there was a way to defend the younger male. It seemed that wasn't going to be necessary, for a few reasons. Firstly, the queen wouldn't have her son angry with her for having King Don killed. "Prince Auric listens to King Don?" Leon said as if amazed. Ah, but there was something even more impressive. The queen herself found Donnie... delightful. Leon's eyes couldn't have gotten any wider if he physically pulled his lids. "Bloody hell, the Queen likes King Don. He's really winnin' it all!" he exclaimed. Nikki also had something to say: a suggestion for the queen to try 'the head' as it were. Outlandish as that was, Leon's primary concern wasn't what Nikki said to the queen of all people ─ it was what she'd casually admitted. "King Don did what? To my cousin?!" he shouted, not in anger, but in pride that was about to explode. All the while, Donnie was winding his way closer to the queen again, a new brown drink in his hand that would soon be offered as well. This time, as he was already dancing, Donnie offered the new glass while his hips suggestively wound in front of the woman.

"Take a sip of this... drink that... now don't it feel good baby?♪
Take a hit of this... take that... now don't it feel good baby?♪
Take a sip of this... drink that... Imma put you on my hood baby♪
Take a sip of this... drink that...♪"

[Apollymi]

Whatever satisfaction Donnie gained from getting the Queen to drop enough of her pretense to seem uncouth, he'd have to be satisfed with for now. The lyrics of his most recent performance implied a certain amount of tipsy was his aim for the Queen and she'd made it there. Warm chest, slight tingles to her finger tips and a gentle flush to her face. Her pupils were gently dilated and she was conversing and enjoying the show just the same. Leon for his part in this, was astounded. The Prince listened to King Don's music. The Queen herself wasn't at all displeased by the lad's presence and persistence, and Nikki had gotten the head. Leon's poor mind was blown, "You do know everyone is mostly still human, right, Dandeleon? Liking music, enjoying conversation...partipating in the party, perfectly normal," the queen said using someone's name for the first time since her appearance. Beyond that... she turned to look at Nikki her head gently shifting to the left. "It isn't often that someone evades a direct question. Your life must be so fun, Nikoleta," the queen pointed out. But soon enough Donnie was back, a fresh glass on offer and more dancing directly in front of the queen. Her eyes shifted back and she accepted oncea gain.

Meanwhile, Ronnie had emerged from the bathroom, looking spritely. A bright smile on her face to see a scene unlike anything she would have expected. Of couse, upon seeing it... she looked outwardly confused. "Bloody hell, she's actually here... and I've been gone all of 20 minutes and something crazy has happened," Ronnie said approaching with that model confidence but even she deferred just a little. "Your Majesty," she offered. "Veronica..." she said having a look over her full form and noting the newly designed dress and a very exposed sun shaped thigh tattoo. "I've never seen that tattoo before..." the Queen mentioned. "Yeah, you know how it is, your little sister likes to draw, and you end up getting tattoos~" she mentioned giving the woman a quick turn so she could see the one between her shoulder blades as well. "Now then bruv, have you be serenading her without any idea who she is? Am I about to have to be adult supervision for all three of you?" Ronnie asked knowing that she was already that for both Nikki and Leon for various reasons. The Queen for her part in this, continued to drink out of the new glass, seemingly curious about how this introduction would go. There wasn't truly any way the lad didn't know who she was, the idea was completely preposterous.

[Bloodedge]

Of course Leon fully understood that everyone remained human, even after awakening as Hunters. That was fair and good, but... the royal family listening to a young gangster from New York was still so very strange. "Well... yeah but it's wild, innit? Just think some people are above stuff like that and all," he replied. "But she's right, Majesty ─ you oughta take the head," he added. In Leon's mind, King Don doing something with/to his cousin was added to an exclusive list of this year's highlights. Though there were no things in competition now, King Don bridging his cousin and the Queen of England would push those other acts even higher. He could be like King Don's brother... and be like the Queen's brother by proxy! Oh, the maths Leon did in his head. Or perhaps it was... gymnastics?

Beyond whatever was happening in Leon's mind, Donnie made his return and delivered another strong glass to the woman beside Nikki. He realized Veronica had returned as well, though the blue-haired man she'd last been seen with was nowhere in sight just yet. Strange... Donnie couldn't often register so many people when fixating during a song, but there were three who were all so very bright now ─ and a fourth who shone a little dimmer. "So wassup, ma? You feelin' me now, or nah?" he asked the queen. Ah, but if anyone was going to find a method of explaining the situation, it was going to be Ronnie. Donnie didn't know why she was claiming herself as adult supervision, but... surely he knew all he needed to about the woman. It wasn't like he cared about relationship statuses of anyone who actually entertained him, after all. To answer the question, Donnie was soon pointing quite informally at the woman being discussed. "Fine shit wit' ass I can see from the front? That's all I need to know from jump. I was just crashin' a little 'cause I saw baby over here holdin' back on me," he explained. The same hand Donnie used to point at the queen was then extended as an offer, as if he was thinking about taking her out onto the floor. "So what's it gon' be? Chop it up wit' me now. I gotta switch it up when midnight hit, but... I know that thing you got back there can move hella strong~"

[Apollymi]

Once again, the Queen was left to determine the meaning of plain English through context. She had a less difficult time learning a foreign language. Of course, as they moved beyond it, Leon's encouragement was noted, the man was obviously quite the fan of 'King Don'. The Queen for her part in this seemed pleasantly amused, "I didn't think accepting an invitation to a social gathering would be so fruitful for a single evening's entertainment," the Queen mentioned as if it was perfectly abnormal to make such assumptions about her day to day life. At the same time, Veronica Corbyn re-entered the room, without the blue haired man she'd left with, but that was fairly normal. But still Donnie's words to the Queen fell far outside of the norm, "It was a good song, and a good drink," the Queen said, some amusement dancing across her face.

But with Veronica's return there was bound to be a bit more. The words of Donnie hit the ears of the women present, a few chuckled, Nikki looked shocked, and Veronica clapped a hand over her mouth to avoid the first thing out of it spilling without hesitation. "So yes, adult supervision... you need a redirect. Personal assistants usually handle that for artist types~" Ronnie gave the advice of an elder in an Industry before grinning and saying what needed to be said. "This is her Majesty, Mirellia Q. Melromarc, the Queen of England," she said with a palm up open gesture. "Her Majesty, couldn't quite catch all that though, is someone going to translate. I am beginning to think it is a special talent of this one to use words which should cause offense pleasantly. I will also need that translation before I agree to anything, I'm young but I think I may be a bit too far behind this kind of trendy speech," Mirellia mentioned. "Oh it's my turn now, Penny in the air..." Nikki said almost excitedly watching Donnie for the moment of actual realization.

Just the same outside of this VIP, Drake had set himself up a VIP, and put it together with the intention of entertaining King Don and his future wife. He was sitting calmly as background music filled the space and the first of the bottles were opened. He had a short glass of a clear liquid coming towards his own mouth, enjoying a bit of vodka as he waited. 'I wonder how I'll get invited? What if it's just a bonus track, or an extra feature. I should start getting ready... maybe make sure I got some lines ready to spit,' Drake thought. He scrolled his phone. Social media was buzzing, still, about the earlier end of Fashion Week. The phrase 'DRAKE WHO?' was essentially viral after Donnie showed up to sing and dance with Nikki at the conclusion of Fashion Week. Still, this was all according to plan. He could let Nikki shine for a bit before his career really launched into something international.

[Bloodedge]

One other thing Leon could do, was help with the queen's expectations. It was Nikki's birthday, and King Don was here! There was already no greater possible event, but the queen joining the party made it a British hip hop enjoyer's wet dream! "Oh it's fruitful alright! Nik's birthday, and King Don's 'ere! That's a big fruit too, in case you were wonderin'!" he announced in case the queen needed knowledge of Donnie's... fruit. "... Wait..."

Luckily for him, Donnie didn't hear that at all. His ears were presently only open to the women nearby, now including Veronica... who reiterated his need of adult supervision, referencing personal assistants as the norm. "It's a slow process. Hard to find a good fit," he replied. As for the woman he didn't know, her name was... such a mouthful that Donnie didn't even process the important part of the introduction initially. "Damn shorty, that's a lot of name! You go by Lia or somethin'?" he asked of the woman. "You do be lookin' like a queen though. All of y'all queens, no exceptions~" he flirted with the group. Ah, but then... the translation Mirellia needed would have to take a backseat, as Donnie couldn't give it himself. Why? Well, that penny in the air had to fall... right atop the musician's head. "Hol' on... the Queen of what?" he asked, looking at Mirellia, then Ronnie, then Mirellia, then Nikki, then Mirellia up and down one final time. "... BRUH! Ain't no fuckin' way!" Donnie blurted out those words just to cover his own mouth thereafter. Before he knew better, Leon was frantically jumping between him and the queen for repairs' sake. "AHEM! Majesty, ma'am... Don 'ere just means he wants to have a chinwag and uh... dance. He thinks you'd make a good... dancer. Yeah," Leon paraphrased, terrible though it was for Donnie's true meaning.

At the same time, Casper Drake was not alone. As he sat with an open bottle and his phone in hand, he was joined by a tall male figure with otherworldly golden eyes, black hair in a Chinese-style twin rattail down to his rear, and a very standard and monotone ensemble. What truly stood out, was a voice that could only be called faultless... objectively, even. "You know they're starting to call you 'Button-up' online? Honestly, I've heard better. Anyway... you're late. They'll hear about your ticket as well."

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Leon thought to help, and in so doing would be saying another thing which would have made his cousins tease him for questionable word choices. "Pause, bruv. We agreed you wouldn't talk anymore..." Nikki asserted with a roll of her eyes. Like she understood trying to back up a homie or play wingman but this was... questionable at best. The Queen for her part in this, giggled. The kind of laugh which had her covering her mouth with her hand but the sound was still there. "What a close family," the Queen mentioned almost casually. Still she would be taking into advisement the words the lad shared. Though questionable in nature, it wasn't something so easily ignored, simply because Nikki hadn't corrected the actual choice.

Meanwhile, the return of Veronica Corbyn came with advice of an industry related variety. She could tell by interacting with Donnie how easily distracted he was, and exactly what kind of oddity he seemed to maintain. "Understandable, when you find the right one you'll know~" Ronnie said, she kept a certain small Asian girl as her personal assistant because of her oddities and knowing she would do anything she asked. When the introduction was made, Donnie didn't initially know what to say, he spoke of the length of the Queen's name and asked if she had a shortened one. "Lia, is that what you would whittle it down to?" she wondered obviously amused. Meanwhile, Nikki was wide eyed and Ronnie had a hand over her face. Still the shock hadn't quite set in and when it didi, a grin came to Nikki's face. "There it is~ Though it was gonna outrun ya'~" Nikki mused that was satisfying to see on someone else. "He really didn't know. I have never met someone who didn't know who I was before... I don't know if I like it," she said with the full dignity of old royalty. As for the last bit of paraphrasing done by Leon, apparently Donnie had been asking the queen to dance. So rare was that opportunity that she looked at thee young man before her and stood with full dignity. "Dancing? It'd be rude not to participate," she decided mentally.

At the same time, Casper Drake was only with his own entourage at a club. He was waiting, he was scanning the internet and finding out directly that the last few hours hadn't been as kind to him as he would have liked. Stlll, it was salvageable. That old PR person of his, probably would have told hi to keep a low profile and withdraw, but now, he could just do what he wanted. Double down and prove he wasn't scared of anything, the law, the people, or even a slightly embarrassing incident or two. Obviously this was humanizing. "They can say what they want, they're still talking about me. Besides, no one else had to deal with that frekay guy. I'm not taking any shit about it," Drake said firmly. "Who are they gona find out about a random ticket. That sort of thing is private, and how am I late. I'm the only one here, you're buggin'," he said to a man he probably couldn't have identified but it was always love when people showed up. He couldn't have placed where he knew thi sman from but he definitely wasn't apart of his regular circle. He was far too good looking to hang out with him, he wouldn't have wanted this man around Nikki at all.

[Bloodedge]

Just as Leon caught himself for saying something else ridiculous, Nikki chimed in to bring up his earlier agreement. He wasn't supposed to talk anymore ─ that much was true. "Well you're the one that said it first," was all he could say. For all their oddities, Mirellia called them a close family. She also had something to say about Donnie and the name he hoped to call her by. "Well, yeah. Queen Lia got a nice ring to it, right? Kinda like Princess Leah, and everybody wanted a piece of that too~" he stated without a single sign of reprehension. When Nikki spoke as well, he could only shrug. "ADHD. Took me a second to get past that name," he admitted freely. "Oh, and there's somethin' I wanna talk to you about later. Don't let me forget. I'm comin' back to you~" he assured. Moving on, the fact that he didn't know about the queen's identity was something she may not have liked... but she was willing to dance. Donnie had quite a few things to address in response to that. "Aight, so lemme find out who you are then. Not gonna lie, I just figured the queen had to be... I dunno, old, not fine as hell. But what Lee just said ain't what I meant at all. I said that ass is big enough for me to see it while you sittin' down, and I think it'd look even better if you bounced it. That clear enough for ya'?" he asked, much to Leon's surprise ─ enough to leave the man staring with his maw agape. He couldn't even try to fix that one, but Donnie didn't seem to care. No, he kept that hand offered. "Ain't no ballroom dancin' here, miss queen. Where the real you at? I know a good excuse you can use."

When Drake was joined by that strange man, he reacted as if he were merely speaking to... another of his cronies. It seemed he was content just to have people talking about him. That was always the case with lesser sorts that lacked true ambition. "You didn't have to deal with him either. But, you got an outfit from it. Does that make it all worthwhile?" the man wondered. As for the ticket... Drake was drastically ignorant about how the world worked around famous individuals. "Private? There's no such thing as privacy when you have a name, or when you're connected to someone who does. CCTV is everywhere ─ even in your own country. By morning, it'll be on the news. By afternoon, it'll be all over the internet," he explained as if it were something he shouldn't have to do. As they sat and discussed, the man casually reached out to take the vodka right from Drake's hand. "And you're late because you're late; the details don't matter. Have you found a verse to debut? You would have, already... if you weren't late."

[Apollymi]

Leon might have caught himself saying something suspicious, but Nikki would be there... to point it out and discourage the action. He would easily try to reverse it, but Nikki would wave him off, "I already said, I was gonna tell everybody, apparently the combination decided that was the truth. I'm also a girl, I have every reason to know~" Nikki pointed out. The Queen for all of her observations simply called them a close family, in a way that seemed to appreciate them. "You've got no idea. They're weirdly cute together when no one can see 'em~ Makes me feel less bad about making him, her baby sitter for so long when I was early in my career," Ronnie said content to joke and taking up a space on the other side of the Queen legs crossed at the knee as she moved with purpose and avoided flashing anyone. Meanwhile, Donnie was digging himself into a hole of familiarity with the Queen that may or may not have been going the way he intended. "Queen Lia, what an intriguing choice," A small smile appeared on her face as she imagined in the moment a much younger version of herself toying around with the idea of being much more relaxed than the previous stuffy generations. Perhaps she didn't know the name Queen Lia, but maybe she'd once been Princess Miri to her mother and father. The Queen mulled that over while Nikki was given instructions to not like an explanation slip away from Donnie. "Sure thing, mate. I'm not worried about it. Do what you have to~" she encouraged him whole heartedly, showiong in that moment that her earlier words hadn't been just for show, she truly wasn't utterly hung up on the details. Soon after this though, Donnie had a bit more to say, he explained exactly what his words meant in way too direct a fashion. She looked at him, blinked three times and then went back to drinking out of her glass, a deep sip and then a sigh as her face gained some extra heat. "Not an ounce of restraint, too direct, but that's fine. Dandeleon, close your mouth dearie, something might fly in there," the queen said noting the man's posture with a single moment of quick wit. "When you are raised as royalty you do not get to engage normally. Warmth and kindness are one thing but... freedom is the only privilege we are not allowed, But I am not so displaced from my own rebellious youth. I actually settled on coming here after witnessing such a showing, I suppose you mean like the end of Fashion Week, then..." she stated knowing her words should have been clear enough. She stood took his hand and thought very long and very hard about finishing that drink while Ronnie peaked at Nikki and shook her head. "Queen saw me, twerking on King Don and decided to drop in on my birthday~" Nikki concluded. The girl was being quite generous with her prize for her birthday.

Speaking of Nikki's birthday being a time of generosity for the world, Casper Drake was carrying on with a young man he didn't know but thought was far too good looking to be around when Nikki came around. Apparently, the words of wisdom that passed through those lips, didn't register properly for Drake. No even though he was being put on the game of the world at large he didn't even register it as something of importance. "I mean, if I had known he was one o fthose freaky magic types, I wouldn't have gone in so unprepared. But I mean... those types like to feel like something because they aren't strong and all he wanted was apparently to talk to my sister, so I don't care..." Drake seemed almost callous about the entire situation concerning Francesca, but he was the younger of that sibling pair, perhaps he was simply a little spoiled? At the very least he was proving himself to be not really worldly, ther ewasn't any privacy involving his particular situation. According to the man he'd be on the news and then trending again by afternoon. All because of CCTV, "I thought that kind of footage needed warrants to be released? I mean whatever, at least there isn't a PR person to be pissed off about it. Besides, no one is gonna hold it against me after tonight," he claimed with certainty. There was nothing like a good love story to distract from public scandal. And he was actually into Nikki which made it way better, he was trying to make her his top priority, no one would be upset about him, bending a few rules to get to her an dmake a big gesture. More words came from that dark haired man who claimed he was late and wodnered if he had a verse ready. "You can't just find a verse to debut. Music is more complicated than that... everyone knows," Drake said as if him saying so would make it true. Still, here he was scrolling his phone looking for a good verse that could apply to the day in general and it over most beats. "Besides without hearing the song first how are you supposed to know if your delivery matches? I'm an artist not just some battle rapper who will spit out some words just because a beat hit." Why was Drake even botheirng to talk to this man? He didn't know but still he'd not worked up the nerve to tell him to get lost.

[Bloodedge]

Propriety aside, Donnie would be addressing the Queen of England as... Lia. She hadn't discouraged him, and neither had anyone else. Leon may have been allowing all the air in the building right into his open mouth, but Mirellia had him shut it quickly enough to avoid suffocating the club population. "Ma'am!" he said. With that, Leon's lips were tightly sealed. There was no way he could deign to interrupt whatever the hell was going on ahead. But what was actually going on? At the moment, Mirellia was going on about things royalty didn't do, how freedom was lacking, but how she retained enough rebelliousness to show up to this party anyway. With one of his hands holding hers and the other on his phone, Donnie pulled her along with him to more open space. As he did, a synthetic beat sounded through the club speakers. "Fuck all that. You came here to party? We gon' party! Stop hidin' your real self in there. Put Queenie to bed, let the bad bitch out, and I'll tell you what to do if they start askin' too many questions~" What was Donnie's advice for the woman? Well, it was in the lyrics that began once he switched his phone for the microphone.

"Blame it on the Goose! Gotcha feelin' loose♪
Blame it on the 'Trón! Got you in the zone♪
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪~
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol♪~"

When he began singing, Donnie's shoulders were jumping, knees bending as he circled the queen. The little stammer he included during the word 'alcohol' came with a brief showing of something King Don's fans knew well. Just momentarily each time, his grinning face flashed a protruding tongue. Donnie was truly in his element. Meanwhile, Casper Drake was in some unknown category on an entirely different periodic table. The man he spoke with seemed more content to listen than to speak, as if gathering information from context clues. Drake didn't have the experience necessary to deal with magic-focused Hunters and beasts, but he did have that hint of arrogance in physical ability. He didn't understand how easily the news and internet could grasp what he'd gotten himself into today. He also believed no one would care after what he set in motion tonight. "Hmm," the black-haired man murmured, looking quizzically over the rapper. "You're right. From what I see now... what you start tonight makes all of that stuff irrelevant," he said simply. As for Drake's inability to join a member of Lost Galaxy in song without veritable eons of preparation, there was a sigh. "You think so? Well... you're the known rapper here. But that doesn't matter. You want to impress, right? You should lead with the strongest message you've got. I think you have enough potential to join Lost Galaxy... if your sound is right. Can you make yourself sound good enough for them? Something... real?"