cbernard (cbernard) wrote in fallschurchic, @ 2013-09-22 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | clara bernard, toryn finnegan |
Who: Clara and Finn
Where: Clara's apartment
When: Sunday evening
Rating: G.
She was beginning to wonder if the wine was giving her a reputation. Doubtful, when everyone is so consumed with their own petty melodrama. The stray, idle notion wasn't enough to stop her opening another bottle of Opus One after she finished pouring the dregs of the last one down the drain. Better the wine than her neuroses.
The semester had barely commenced and she didn't want to give her students too much rope to hang themselves with. Better a mise en bouche, a suggestion that their professor was human, with human flaws -- as fallible as the rest of them -- before she pulled the rug from under their wobbly calves' feet.
The invitation she'd made to Jaxson -- and later Chris, though that wasn't so much invitation as it was the opening move in a chess game they'd never really stopped playing -- had been issued in jest, a gamble of sorts. This one was not. She was thirsty for first-hand data about their newest addition to the faculty roster. A superficial Google search had yielded only spotty results. She knew that Toryn was a recent widower and that his recent loss was shrouded in scandal. She also knew that if he had come to Falls Church, he must've found it easy to compromise his ethics for the sake of an impressive salary.
So which is it, Clara wondered as she uncorked the bottle of wine, does he need the money or does he fancy himself the next Marquis de Sade?
There was a knock on her door before she could arrive at an answer. She set aside the liquor, her heels clicking across the hardwood floors as she went to answer.