Looking out the one way glass of his luxury suite as Sebastian gave him a proper morning shave Sir Benjamin Jones Otley considered the success of the previous day's activities. Despite the overnight break in the actual competition the arena was still packed. Waiting for Sebastian to continue after both Blessed girls bounced past for happy morning greetings to ask. “You are quite sure this Miss Clio declined the offer to join us in the air-conditioned splendor of our royal suite?” Sir Robert had been otherwise engaged and his empty seat beckoned for a new occupant to recline in ultimate luxury and comfort while tended hand and foot.
“Yes m'lord. The lady even declined the entreaties of Miss Nyan and Miss Babs.” Sebastian kept to himself the thought that getting away from the crazed little twits was the real motivator
As the truly excellent surround sound erupted to the bluegrass version of Mister Brownstone Ben got a sip of his tea. “Quite the mystery.” His glance showed no sign of imminent resumption of word slinging combat. Less than three hours to go. A real nail-biter. Not that a proper English gentleman would even consider such an unseemly habit.
Watching the cavorting of the Blessed girls Ben allowed his servant to finish his morning toilet. Ever since gorging themselves yesterday on cotton candy and Jack Daniel's both Babs and Nyan had been pinging off the walls and ceiling of the suite. Settling into the comfort of his viewing chair as Sebastian quickly put the barber chair to rights and saw it removed. Still no sign of combat so Ben gazed across the crowd. “Sebastian, be a good chap and take a tray of tea and buttered crumpets down to Miss Clio this morning. Renew the invitation to join us.”
“Of course m'lord.”
“And see to padding the walls and ceilings.” The pinging of Nyan and Babs was beginning to annoy.
“Right away m'lord.”
Carefully wiping the butter off his fingers on a silk napkin Ben swallowed the last of the perfect peach jelly lathered crumpet. Took up his tea as the girls giggled merrily continuing the sugar high induced bouncing about they'd carried on all night. Sir Benjamin quite ready to observe the sure to be magnificent final showdown.
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