Who: Poseidon and Veronica What: Random encounter at the diner she waitresses at, startling news (oh HAI I remember you) When: Monday evening, December 18, 2010 Where: Veronica's place of work
The yellow taxi zoomed by though there was no doubt the cabber saw him. Poseidon gave him a devious glare, finding that despite the time he and his colleague were going to miss their reservation uptown. It didn't matter where they went as this was quite strictly a business meeting. Appeasing Dorian, his colleague ushered them into a nearby diner before the man all but ran out towards the cabber and drug him out of the car.
Poseidon looked around at it's quint appearance, the two men seating themselves at an open booth. Flagging down a waitress the other man ordered two black coffee's as Dorian cracked his knuckles with a scowl on his face. There was something eerie about that scowl as if he could do some real damage with his eyes alone. Controlling himself from letting the world tremble beneath his feet, Poseidon met his colleague's eyes.
"Where were we," he spoke deeply. He'd rather this matter be finished quickly, Poseidon wasn't one to dally when it came to business.
When the waitress appeared with the coffee his eyes snaked up, a dangerous look when he met hers. He'd seen that face before.
Things were getting busier, but that was good. It meant more hours, which resulted in more pay and tips and that was never a bad thing. At least she was off during the holidays.
Her new customers had been greeted politely before she'd run off to get their coffee's. When she returned she smiled, which only dropped a little when the other man looked at her. She remembered him from the mall, creepy bastard, and there was something vaguely familiar about him.
Regardless, he was her customer and she had to be nice. Even if he was creepy as hell.
"Afternoon Sirs, have you made a decision what you'd like for lunch?"
His eyes stayed on her, letting his mind fill him in on where he'd seen her before. There was this familiarity about her though she was no immortal like himself.
The man across from him ordered a lite lunch, just a sandwich to go with his coffee.
"Dorian?" he asked only to receive a shaken head for a response.
"Coffee is fine," that intrigued smirk following as she played calm and nice, jotting down things on that little pad of paper. He took a sip of the hot liquid, and just as she'd stepped away towards another table he raised a finger. "Just a minute," a sly look when she approached again. "This coffee is stale." He poured it back into the metal coffee pot she'd brought over with the cups. He tilted his head to the side, glaring upward under those dark lashes. "Another," he demanded.
She nodded with her polite smile and when the creepy one ordered coffee she did just that and set it down. When he called her back and poured it back in the pot she seethed. She'd just made that. Ass.
Outwardly she smiled politely, "I'm sorry Sir, I'll get that for you." She went into the kitchen and made another pot, groaning at one of her friends. "Stay clear of table 5. Biggest creep this side of the planet, with one of those attitudes." Her friend gave her a comforting smile before Veronica tended to her other tables.
She returned swiftly enough with the fresh pot and the sandwich, pouring it for this 'Dorian' fellow and setting the sandwich down. "There you go. Fresh pot. Enjoy."
Leaning back against the seat he rested his arm out, giving the girl a fair nod when she returned. He raised his finger again to test it before she walked away again, giving her the nod of approval.
His colleague pulled out a few sheets of paper, starting to ramble on but Dorian paid no attention. "I know you," was that sliding deep voice towards the thin, and quite beautiful girl. His fingers drummed against the booth seat.
"Dorian," the other man said in a hushed voice. "Don't you want to..." he was cut off by the dark god's devilish eyes. "In a moment," he directed. His attentions went back to the waitress.
She glanced to the other man before smiling to the 'Dorian' fellow. She did recognize him from somewhere, but well. She was working. "I saw you at the mall the other night Sir. And now if you will excuse me," with a nod she moved aside, having other tables to tend to. "Perhaps when I'm off work. Enjoy your lunch."
"Well, well," he said with an assured nod. Though, she was more familiar than that. His fingers drummed again against the pleather seat interior.
It was near an hour before he and his colleague would finish up with little more than a few signatures to paperwork and Dorian was left by himself at the booth. He tapped the empty coffee pot with his spoon, clearing his throat as he saw the waitress pass by again.
He wasn't about to ask for it, the action alone enough of an indication that they had something to discuss. He could feel his phone buzzing against his leg, his wife quite possibly, but he ignored it.
This guy was creeping her out, and acted like he owned the world. Rich people. With a sigh, and so he couldn't get her into trouble with something, she took her break and poured him another cup. "It's fresh." Smiling she sat down in front of him, "And I get the point. I know you from somewhere but I can't place you."
Despite his creepy attitude, she was still polite. And she had a feeling this guy didn't get the subtle sings of 'please fuck off' she'd been giving him. "But I am working, so I have an half an hour." His eyes were the familiar part, eerily so when she thought about it, and part of her went cold.
Fuck but she hoped she was wrong "Were you in London, about eight years or so?"
He hadn't aged at all since when he'd first met her. There was a snort of amusement, that thin-lipped grin as she fit the pieces together, giving him his own revelation.
The spoon swirled around in the dark coffee. Eight years ago he had been in London whilst coming through the British port in Bristol. A place that also resurrected a statue in his name. It was no temple, but it was recognition still in a modern world that had grown apart from the Greek system of myths. The statue alone was not his only reason as he had run into some business with an overseas merger.
When he'd met this girl he'd had a spat with Amphitrite over the phone, work stresses and an attitude that pushed him to hit the London underground. He was there to do some damage, and she had been a willing one night stand. Impressive considering most girls did not break away from his grasp when he was in the mood for a chase.
Poseidon crossed his arms over his chest. "I was," he assured her with a more than pleased smile on his face.
Well. Crap. That was not good. That night had been hazy and filled with too much alcohol but she knew that she'd only spend the night with one guy. The fact he hadn't aged wasn't registering. Panic was, because she'd always promised to find the man who had given her her son and offer him a chance.
But he was a well to do businessman, that still creeped her out, and might think she was after money. And she wasn't.
Still. If he believed her he believed her, if he didn't she had no reason to chase it and she could move on.
"Yeah, remember you now." She ran her hand through her hair before taking out her own wallet and sliding over the picture of her son. The eyes did it, because her own family was full of brown eyes. Bernie with his all too clear blue's had always surprised them.
She crossed her arms and looked at him, hoping he would just think her crazy and after money and leave. She didn't need complications.
"I remember you," his voice seductive as he uncrossed his arms and leaned against the table. She slid over a photo causing him to tilt his head to the side in question. The little runt in the picture looked like her except for the eyes. Not just any blue, but that deep sea blue like his own. His finger tapped heavily on the picture.
"What, want money now?" He wasn't going to deny anything, surely it wasn't the first kid he'd had out of his own marriage. Amphitrite however would see it otherwise.
"If you know what's good for you, this didn't happen," Amphitrite would hurt her, and he wouldn't stop her. He kept his hand on the picture, not yet letting her have it back. He looked at it again before tossing it back her way. "What's his name?" He wasn't sure why he bothered to care, he didn't even have her name. Though, things were different when something of his was involved.
She rolled her eyes, "oh please. You are so not my type it's not funny. I was drunk and sixteen. I made a mistake." The question made her want to say something in anger but she held her tongue. If she wasn't working she'd tell him her mind.
"Never. I chose to keep him when I could have given him up. I can't say he's a mistake because he's made my life better. I made a promise when he was born that the father would know of his existence. I want nothing more. I've managed fine so far." She narrowed her eyes at what she perceived as a threat and reached for the picture.
She took it and set it back, "none of your concern seeing it didn't happen." Like hell she'd give him anything now. She rose and set his check down, "whenever your ready."
Poseidon gave her a sneer. Feisty one was she? He didn't like it.
"You have no idea who your dealing with little girl," he spoke venomously, grabbing hold of her hand. No idea. "What you know of the world is nothing to what it is," he would put the fear into her yet. That voice hit a terrifying growl, a low rumble as if his voice alone could make the ground tremble, which it may have once his eyes turned dark like the blackest corner of the ocean bottom. "So when I ask you again, I would expect an answer." he was not like her whether she chose to believe it, and Poseidon took offense when it came to his things. He may not know her beyond that night, but if that kid was his he wanted something in return.
He let go of her arm, chin upright and eyes looking down as he pulled out his wallet giving her the change for his coffee. It was a hundred dollar bill.
He did terrify her, but fear sparked anger in her. Too many people manhandled her and everyone with a pocketbook filled with money thought they owed her. And he didn't own her or her son.
She took the bill and gave exact change before setting her hands on the table and looking into his eyes, "you get one thing through your thick skull right now, intimidating me will not get you the result you are looking for. You ever touch me again, or try threatening me in any shape, I will sue you so fast you'll barely remember your name. And if you ever, ever come near my son with this sort of attitude I will unleash the very fury of Hell upon you. So next time you try pulling this 'I'm better then you' stunt, rethink your options, or your life is going to get unpleasant." She rose then, her breath fast due to both anger and fear. "You have five minutes before I call security, they don't take kindly to people bruising their employees here."
"This has nothing to do with position or money," but it had everything to do with power. She was some mere mortal girl, nothing more than that but what she had on her hands now was a demi-god. "You have more on your hands than you think. I am not the only one to fear." A forced smile.
"We'll see about that," he barked, standing up leaving the money on the table and flicking his card between his fingers.
"I'll see you again."
"Oh bite me. It's not working." Really people with any sort of status in this world kept thinking it revolved around them. She rolled her eyes and took the check and change.
"Keep thinking that." With a shake of her head she escaped to the kitchen. Some people were just assholes.