06-28-2014, 09:41 PM
Pyotr felt it - a large menacing presence in the other room. It felt like when Marcus had used Luck, but worse. It was far more menacing and reverbarated in Pyotr's mind as he headed back to the kitchen. As Ascendancy's speech began, the wait staff prepared to serve the first course. Unfortunately, the staff didn't get to hear the complete speech, but Pyotr had noticed the weave that Ascendancy had made to amplify his voice.
Pyotr was amazed at the power and complexity of how Ascendancy used his Luck, but no matter - his purpose tonight was to serve. Pyotr heard the cheers and laughs from the crowd as Ascendancy gave his speech, and reminded himself to watch later as he picked up a bottle of wine and placed it into his apron's pocket. The staff then stepped to the doors to await the end of the speech and begin serving.
The end of the speech was met with wondrous applause. The wait staff moved efficiently. The majority of the waiters would serve the head table the first course and then move on to serve the other tables. After which they would continue to serve their own prospective tables while Pyotr served Ascendancy and his guests.
Pyotr approached the table, heading towards Ascendancy as he felt nerves in his stomach. Pyotr was completely in awe of the man. Even sitting, the man had a regal bearing that was amplified by the fact that Pyotr knew he could use Luck now. Pyotr bowed in respect, placing one hand over his heart, before picking up a plate and approaching to set it down in front of Ascendancy.
To serve Ascendancy was the greatest honor that a waiter in the Kremlin could have, and Pyotr felt it deeply. He was nervous and excited. He stepped back and summoned all the courage and enthusiasm he could. It took every ounce of his courage to meet Ascendancy's gaze and smile as he began his introduction.
"Ascendancy, and honored guests,"
Pyotr spoke loudly enough for everyone at the table to hear while the rest of the waiters served the other guests. "My name is Pyotr Grigory, and I will be your waiter this evening. If I can do anything to make this evening more pleasant and comfortable for you, do not hesitate to signal for me. I will be standing right over there, ready to assist at a moments notice."
Pyotr gestured towards his post while mustering his courage once more. Next would be his pièce de résistance for the evening. He had researched and questioned the kitchen staff to find out Ascendancy's preferences in wines, and Pyotr thought he had found the perfect bottle. He pulled the wine bottle out of his apron and tossed in the air, catching it deftly in his right hand. He then looked toward Ascendancy and bowed once more.
"Ascendancy, in honor of twenty-five years of success and prosperity, I present to you this gift: a fine Merlot from Château Pétrus iin the Bordeaux region of France, Vintage 1996. May you continue to ever find success and prosperity."
Pyotr moved the bottle to his left hand and pulled a corkscrew out of his apron with his right. He summoned his courage and looked at Ascendancy once more.
"May I?"
Edited by Pyotr Grigory, Jun 28 2014, 09:48 PM.
Pyotr was amazed at the power and complexity of how Ascendancy used his Luck, but no matter - his purpose tonight was to serve. Pyotr heard the cheers and laughs from the crowd as Ascendancy gave his speech, and reminded himself to watch later as he picked up a bottle of wine and placed it into his apron's pocket. The staff then stepped to the doors to await the end of the speech and begin serving.
The end of the speech was met with wondrous applause. The wait staff moved efficiently. The majority of the waiters would serve the head table the first course and then move on to serve the other tables. After which they would continue to serve their own prospective tables while Pyotr served Ascendancy and his guests.
Pyotr approached the table, heading towards Ascendancy as he felt nerves in his stomach. Pyotr was completely in awe of the man. Even sitting, the man had a regal bearing that was amplified by the fact that Pyotr knew he could use Luck now. Pyotr bowed in respect, placing one hand over his heart, before picking up a plate and approaching to set it down in front of Ascendancy.
To serve Ascendancy was the greatest honor that a waiter in the Kremlin could have, and Pyotr felt it deeply. He was nervous and excited. He stepped back and summoned all the courage and enthusiasm he could. It took every ounce of his courage to meet Ascendancy's gaze and smile as he began his introduction.
"Ascendancy, and honored guests,"
Pyotr spoke loudly enough for everyone at the table to hear while the rest of the waiters served the other guests. "My name is Pyotr Grigory, and I will be your waiter this evening. If I can do anything to make this evening more pleasant and comfortable for you, do not hesitate to signal for me. I will be standing right over there, ready to assist at a moments notice."
Pyotr gestured towards his post while mustering his courage once more. Next would be his pièce de résistance for the evening. He had researched and questioned the kitchen staff to find out Ascendancy's preferences in wines, and Pyotr thought he had found the perfect bottle. He pulled the wine bottle out of his apron and tossed in the air, catching it deftly in his right hand. He then looked toward Ascendancy and bowed once more.
"Ascendancy, in honor of twenty-five years of success and prosperity, I present to you this gift: a fine Merlot from Château Pétrus iin the Bordeaux region of France, Vintage 1996. May you continue to ever find success and prosperity."
Pyotr moved the bottle to his left hand and pulled a corkscrew out of his apron with his right. He summoned his courage and looked at Ascendancy once more.
"May I?"
Edited by Pyotr Grigory, Jun 28 2014, 09:48 PM.