Set IMMEDIATELY before the start of episode 4x06 so spoilers for that. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Oh dear, I seem to have lost it." The Count treated the assembled stags to a far-from-apologetic smirk, and Bertrand let out a short bark of laughter.
"Course you have. Come on, hand it over, I've got to get going." The Count's hand slipped into his pocket... and then his face fell. The room gradually quietened as Bertrand held his hand out and Vlad's father continued to pat down his pockets. Renfield stepped in to help, but the Count swatted him away.
"Oh, bats. I had it here somewhere."
Bertrand's eyes widened as he realised the Count really wasn't joking. He turned his own attention to the table the Count had been sitting at, trying to remember where he'd been. Where could he have put the key?
"You've got to be kidding me." He began hauling drunken street-fangs to their feet – when had they been invited, anyway? Vlad must have been pre-drinking more than he thought – and summarily frisking them before throwing them out of the way. "Vlad could be dust if we don't find it!" Nobody else seemed quite as perturbed by this idea, but the room gradually roused itself to search for the lost object.
Finally, as the Count stepped sharply away from Renfield, who seemed keen to pat him down once more, Bertrand spotted it.
"Nobody move!" The room obligingly froze, and in the split-second it took the Count and Ramanga to bristle in preparation to scold him for his cheek in ordering them about, he swept the key up from where it had been under the Count's foot all along and made for the door, snatching up his cape and glasses.
"You'd just better hope I'm not too late."
