06-24-2014, 05:20 PM
Pyotr arrived at St. Andrew's hall several hours before the event. He wanted everything to be perfect. Last night, the waiters had assembled to play poker, the winner of the tournament getting the honor to serve Ascendancy himself at the annual Christmas dinner. Luck had been with Pyotr (not THE Luck), and Pyotr had won it all. It was a great honor to serve Ascendancy and his honored guests.
The talk around the poker table was about the recent events in Jeddah. Rumors of magic happening there was the basis for most of the conversation. Pyotr wondered about the truth of the matter and was sure Marcus would know. He would ask him at their next session.
A great change had come over Pyotr in the last couple of weeks. He had met Marcus and Pyotr had to say that it was nice to have a friend. Their training sessions were difficult, and Pyotr was having issues overcoming his block. He still couldn't use his Luck unless he was embarrassed. They finally had success when Marcus had him strip to his boxers and work on the balcony.
Mostly, Pyotr was feeling more confident in himself. It had showed in his work. After a week of bussing tables, his manager moved him back to the wait staff and Pyotr had no more accidents in the past couple of weeks. The manager even complemented Pyotr on his good job and for the first time in forever, Pyotr hadn't wanted to hit the man in the face with a large metal spoon after speaking with him. He had Marcus to thank for all of it.
Pyotr adjusted the glasses on the table so that they all lined up perfectly. He spent hours making sure everything was right. He was serving Ascendancy and he wanted to make a good impression. At least he would have a relatively easy work load. When he wasn't serving, he had to stand off to the side and wait to see Ascendancy or his guests needed anything. His focus would only be on that one table.
He finished setting up the table, with everything to his liking, an hour before the doors would open. He went to the locker room to iron and change into his apparel for the night. Everything would have to be perfect.
The talk around the poker table was about the recent events in Jeddah. Rumors of magic happening there was the basis for most of the conversation. Pyotr wondered about the truth of the matter and was sure Marcus would know. He would ask him at their next session.
A great change had come over Pyotr in the last couple of weeks. He had met Marcus and Pyotr had to say that it was nice to have a friend. Their training sessions were difficult, and Pyotr was having issues overcoming his block. He still couldn't use his Luck unless he was embarrassed. They finally had success when Marcus had him strip to his boxers and work on the balcony.
Mostly, Pyotr was feeling more confident in himself. It had showed in his work. After a week of bussing tables, his manager moved him back to the wait staff and Pyotr had no more accidents in the past couple of weeks. The manager even complemented Pyotr on his good job and for the first time in forever, Pyotr hadn't wanted to hit the man in the face with a large metal spoon after speaking with him. He had Marcus to thank for all of it.
Pyotr adjusted the glasses on the table so that they all lined up perfectly. He spent hours making sure everything was right. He was serving Ascendancy and he wanted to make a good impression. At least he would have a relatively easy work load. When he wasn't serving, he had to stand off to the side and wait to see Ascendancy or his guests needed anything. His focus would only be on that one table.
He finished setting up the table, with everything to his liking, an hour before the doors would open. He went to the locker room to iron and change into his apparel for the night. Everything would have to be perfect.