Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

Unwanted Pain

After a while, they made it to Wick's mansion: it was rather beautiful, and bursting at the seams with multiple people gaggling and mingling with each other. The group was all in the mansion, in the drawing room. Laughter rang through, clinking glasses jolted Mordecai out of his thoughts, and yelling over roulette ensued.

"This...is ridiculous. " Mordecai growled out, moving through seas of people.

"Not our fault, chér." Serafine gave a small laugh, also maneuvering.

"I never implied that."

"Your face does."

"Stop talking, Serafine."

"No~"

The two shared a slight smile.

"Ooookay." Ivy quirked a brow at the interaction. She scanned around the drawing room and gasped, dragging Freckle along. "Mr. Sable's over here!"

"Well, de man of de manor's here, chér." Serafine nudged Mordecai's shoulder. "How 'bout we go an' say hi?"

While Mordecai only grumbled out a response, Nico kept nudging him forward. Wick was in a finer version of his usual suit, though he wore a blue waistcoat instead of a red one. The vibrance of the waist coat brought out his blue eyes quite nicely. His top hat was a bit crooked though.

"Well, it's good to see you all again." Wick greeted them all. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand, and with his right arm, he was supporting an already drunk Zib.

"Ah c'mon Wick, the offer to serenade you personally is still up ~" Zib slurred, leaning against Wick's embrace. Wick's face reddened, his eyes popping wide open. He looked stunned for a minute, then flustered the next as Zib leaned his face closer to Wick's.

"Not now, Zib, darling." Wick muttered to him, glancing in between him and the Marigold and Daisy group. "For Christ's sake." He whispered now.

"I'm going to leave now: excuse me." Mordecai remarked, then pushed his way through.

"Mordecai," Ivy let out a small scoff.

"Let 'im go. I tink he needs some air." Nico told her. Mordecai rolled his eyes, walking through the hall now. He watched people's heads turn to face him, just staring: most of them were old Lackadaisy patrons. Their faces consisted of shock, fear, anger, a mixture of everything.

A prickling sensation broke out in his nerves, tingling through his arms, hands, and his cheeks. He took in a deep breath, walking more. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and he turned to face Silas.

"There you are, mon ami! How've you been?" Silas grinned. He was in a dark blue tailcoat, frilled white shirt, and black pants. He also had white gloves on, and nice shoes.

"Ah, Mr. Tueuse, surprised to see you here." Mordecai replied calmly. His head began spinning slightly. This was not going to be a good night for him.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Silas' arm wrapped around his shoulder unwillingly.

"You didn't answer the question, dear~" Silas winked. Mordecai shoved him off.

"Fine." He quipped. Silas fixed his jacket, giving a hum.

"That's good: say, how 'bout you meet up with Miss Ambrose!" He gasped suddenly.

"I...err," Mordecai bit back the urge to make a face. "...I suppose I can."

"Marvelous!" Silas pulled Mordecai along to the Rose Brigade group. Serafine's ears flicked up, and she went on to follow Mordecai out of curiosity. Raquelle looked away from Mandisa and James, and noticed Serafine. She made her way to her, her orange and yellow dress flowing: yes, it was also a flapper gown, but it seemed a bit more formal. Her jewelry clanked with every step, and she pushed some hair back.