<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Vic_avi.png)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Victor Henshaw<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Henshaw Bedroom to Sitting Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lady Vivienne, Andrew Cromwell, Lily Carnegy<br/><strong>When:</strong>Little after 4pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Being amused<br/><hr/><br/>Vic was in the process of removing his shirt when he heard the door.<br/><br/><strong>“Cromwell, not now!..and were else would a bloody American be from but America you toad!”</strong>He smiled at Vivienne as he heard the man trying for the knob.<br/><strong><br/>“Darling..you get out of that dress and lock the door..you don't want Cromwell...well just lock the door..”</strong>He laughed as he kissed Vivienne and managed to redress in about a few seconds time to look presentable again.<br/><br/>He moved to the door, unlocking it as he looked at Cromwell.<strong>“What in the bloody hell is wrong with you now?”</strong>