Jack Hollis [Captain Hook] (floreat_etona) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-04-07 12:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | sleeping beauty |
Who: Jack & Rosalie
What: Talk about Boyd and Vaughn
Where: Le Croquembouche
When: 530pm, the night after this
Warnings: TBA
Jack slammed his laptop computer closed, gritting his teeth in irritation. It was bad enough that Nicky and Evie were still whipped up about Saturday night; it was beyond frustrating that the entire building was engaging in ridiculous, semi-anonymous speculation. He was momentarily grateful that he was meeting Boyd's friend: it would keep him from engaging in an endless email sniping war with Evie.
No suit tonight -- this wasn't a date -- but he still dressed nicely. LA required designer everything, even when dressing to just hang out at home, and so his jeans and t-shirt were expensive enough to be notable without being ostentatious. His scuffed leather shoes and jacket might look used and battered, but came pre-beaten from a fancy Beverly Hills boutique. There was a time when he might have been embarrassed but the years of living by brand and label made him oblivious to any irony, and at moments he even felt pride at his fashionable wardrobe. Tonight, however, he spent minimal time considering his clothes -- or the image they projected -- and once dressed, he shoved his wallet and keys into his pocket and ducked out of the apartment.
He kept his head down as he took the stairs, hoping to avoid any contact with the other tenants. Who knows what they might say, and Jack was irritated enough to punch anyone who asked if he was Hook.
Outside, the early evening was blessedly cool and Jack made himself walk slowly to the coffee shop. He wasn't playing with LA-arrival time and being fashionably late; mostly, he wanted to calm down and seem like a reasonable adult. Which he was. He wasn't walking around declaring himself a living fairy tale.