The Court of Queen Carina

[Shagohad]

"How droll," The words simply slipped from his mouth over the glass of scotch he held. His dress uniform didn't fit like it used to. A year in prison and bad dealings with inmates left him...awkward. His left sleeve was rolled up over itself to stay out of the way. The limb had been lost in an explosion, crippling his performance, but not his spirit.

A woman looked up from her drink, letting her eyes fall on his. "And what is it you speak of?" A duchess, perhaps? Nobility? She had rather large assets, so that's what Marty cared for.

"A party. They never sat right with me."

"Even though you had an invitation by the Queen herself?" Her finger idly pointed to the well-bred dogs at her feet.

A smile crossed his scarred face, "Ah. I thought they died. Fancy that." He chuckled lightly, taking a nip of his scotch before setting it down to extract a cigarette from his frock coat. The effort was rather awkward with only one arm. Each motion had to be done individually.

"For being amongst lords and duchesses, you are quite rude an-" His hand immediately came up to silence her.

"I am a Lord. What did you think me? Some commoner? When you hear the name Milton Keynes, you should think of me." The cigarette cast a reddish glow on his face as he looked away from her in disgust. Pretty or not, this woman was some gold digger with physical endowments and a pretty face. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must leave because you're ignorant and snobby."

He turned on his heel and waded off to the tables piled with food and drink. He didn't even listen to her grumbling which would probably later devolve into some quarrel and a request for a duel. He'd shoot the bugger in the back anyways.

Fraser stood by a rather petite young woman with a blush in her cheeks and a smile on her face. Jack on the other hand looked appalled and bored. Time to save him.

"Jack-o, my boy!" Marty announced rather loudly, arm raised with scotch in hand. "Need me to take this young woman off your hands? She's much too pretty for you anyways. I'll find something more suitable to your, ahem, tastes." He grinned at the Duke, being one of the few who could say such things without being mortally wounded.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"