House of Cards RP

He hadn't come to Town looking for a fight, but the fight came to him nonetheless when accusations were flung his way about doing something as silly and trivial as spraypainting walls with toxic and smashing glass doors of Outsider-owned businesses.

Refusing to entertain baseless allegations, what ensued was how Christian preferred to send a message - in blood, and not in the cover of night like a criminal.

He wasn't callous enough to let the twitch of a smile show, but he didn't look apologetic about the situation.

"I had to defend myself." Which might not explain why Christian didn't even have a scratch on him and there was an Outsider bleeding, bruised and broken on the floor, not dead yet but not quite alive anymore. But it was the truth, and anyone who'd seen the Deckborn Spade being accosted could testify to that.

Retrieving Romaldo Vega was not as difficult as it might have been if the man were in top form. But then, his duel with Ethan had left him a bit incapacitated in that respect. And perhaps because Julien and Ethan's antipathy for one another was rather well known, it wasn't so difficult for Mr. Vega to believe it possible that Julien was escorting him back to the Deck solely to give the Ace a metaphorical black eye. Maybe the man wanted to believe that certainly it was he who had been made the victim in all this.

Which made his surprise and anger at being quietly remanded into Victor's custody all the more entertaining. It would be even better when the Spade's return was made public when Katya brought him forth for trial, of course. But for now Julien will content himself with leaving two very unattractive pieces of porcelain on Katya's desk.

[ooc: Vega was brought in covertly, it should be only Julien, Victor, and Katya who currently know he's back. Julien may be found walking through the halls of Spade Castle with this and this. Or you can catch him leaving Katya's office after dropping them off.]

Drew would tell anyone who asked that the primary requirement for a successful personal assistant was a finely honed impending sense of doom. His senses had gone off as soon he'd heard the door open at the end of the hallway when Hadyn had returned from Town a few days before, and he was on his guard before the boss even came through the office door.

It took less than an hour before he knew exactly why Hadyn was...upset.

He wasn't particularly good at sympathy, though, so he'd dealt by being terrifyingly efficient instead, and by week's end, he was ready to kick back in one of the Heart bars, beer in hand.

The best way to kick back, of course, was with someone else, and he grinned at the person next to him. "You look like you could use one of these. Let me buy."