It was a quiet evening in the House of Cards, Vincent had made sure of that. Everyone had their assignments, all off doing minor missions and clerical work. Nothing dangerous or lifethreatening, just enough to HOPEFULLY keep them out of the House of Cards for one night.

You see, he had a date.

It wasn’t often Vincent got a chance to bust out his romantic playbook, but tonight was one of those few rare times. He’d spent the last few hours preparing a fancy meal, straight from the instructions of the fanciest gourmet’s in all of Althanas’ history. The kitchen was a disaster zone, but his plates were perfection. He’d gone to Corone and gotten his hair trimmed and styled by the most famous Radasanthian barber. He’d gotten the finest Fallerian cologne money could buy…

You get the point.

Tonight was special, and his date meant the world to him, so he wanted it to be perfection incarnate. Which is why as he sat at the dinner table covered with a wonderful silken tablecloth and looked over the perfect table arrangements, the fine china, the origami hand towls, it stuck him.

“Oh god, Ray is going to hate this…”