The Grass is Always Greener - {clue} Indigo/Coralie/Violet

Indigo leaned on a wall somewhere deep in the mansion and made a mental checklist of his day thus far.

Made a fool of himself by falling into a fountain.

Probably made his roommate uncomfortable.

Got tongue-tied trying to talk to a girl he found captivating.

He didn’t care, not really, he told himself. Making friends had always been difficult for him. Inevitably, people disappointed him. He wasn’t sure why he’d bothered trying in the first place.

At least Fiora was nice enough.

There was a joint in his hand, and he was seriously considering lighting it. Sure, the banquet was in a few hours, so he’d need a shower, and a copious amount of cologne to hide the smell, but the hell with it. He needed something to take the edge off, and he’d rolled this one in the morning.

With a sigh, he pulled out his lighter and thumbed it until it caught, held it in his hand, applying the flame to the tip, rotating it slowly to try to keep it even. It lit well, and he closed his eyes, taking a drag and nodding approvingly.

He took two more puffs and gently tapped the edge, shaking the quickly forming ashes off. Yeah, this would take the edge off.

Amrin was right about one thing, he needed to calm down. Examine things with a critical eye. He was good at that; he could do that. It wouldn’t do to keep spazzing about, even if he was excited and nervous and a half a dozen other things.

Take a deep breath. Several. Adjust his bow-tie. Ignore the sound of someone coming towards him.

Wait.

There was a redhead coming down the hall, Not the sexpot, but the one with all the luggage. He glanced at the joint in his hand. He hadn’t been expecting anyone to come this way, didn’t they have better things to do than wander about? Surely they weren’t all as bored as him.

Indigo shook his head and turned to walk down the hall in the other direction, only to see someone else headed his way as well. The girl whose parents he was pretty sure he’d read an article or two about.

Both of them would reach his position in a matter of a few minutes, and he was not looking forward to explaining what he was up to. There was a great big door a few feet down the hall, and so he sidled up to it, opened it and slipped inside.

As it turned out, it was the door to the conservatory; Small bushes shaped like rabbits stared back at him, alongside a veritable forest of creeping vines, flowers, with even a little seating area in the middle on a lawn. The late afternoon sun shone in lazily through the glass ceiling.

It was calming, in a way. Though that might have been the euphoria from the cannabis indica kicking in.

It was about that time that he realized that he’d left the door behind him open. He could hear footsteps closing in and briefly wondered which of them had reached him first.

Indigo turned around slowly, keeping the arm holding the joint bent behind him. Useless really, as the smell was obvious, but old habits die hard.

“Yes, what is it, what do you want?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow in consideration. "Nothing to see here, I'm just doing a...a thing."