Petyr Baelish (notenough) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-26 02:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | greed, lust |
Who: Lust and Greed
What: Giving back Fifi and five minutes of God only knows what.
Where: Lobby of Lust's building
When: Late Afternoon, Friday
Warnings: Language
Greed was not in a good mood.
This was unexpected, because he had gotten what he wanted. Half hour ago, he wasn't so sure of that, but apparently here he was, sitting in the lobby of his sister's building with her obnoxious dog. Who was currently tranquilized - an unfortunate necessity needed ever since its first annoying train of yips and barks - and placed inside of a Coach bag.
But it was precisely because of the half-dead thing inside of the bag and the nature of the meeting that had Greed in a bad mood.
As much as he hated to admit it, his sister was right. He was being childish in kidnapping her damn dog of all things, just so he could talk to her. But she started it, with her walking away from him in Vegas and him not being able to even get her on the phone.
But now that the moment was finally here, how the Hell was he going to use the five minutes that she had given him without filling it up with "it's all your damn fault, you're being childish, why the fuck is this happening?" and "I'll fucking tear that son of a bitch apart in front of you".
He kicked the bag on the floor in irritation, ignoring the soft whine coming from the inside.
Where was the fucking bar in this damn place?