Little things I should have said and done; I just never took the time. Who: Big Tobacco (_cavendish_) and Capitalism (laissez_faire) What: Two of the most powerful gods in the modern age converge at a dining table. Where:Country in the Carlton hotel. When: (Backdated to) Monday evening, around 7pm. Warnings: None.
In the history of man hundreds of gods have risen to power and fallen from grace, and in this era, it was their time to reign. Religion in all its shapes and forms was still pervasive, but right now Capitalism was truly omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent. There were small, inconsequential countries that fought against him in little pockets of the world - as for everyone else, the god was barely noticed or commented on.
Big Tobacco was a sizeable segment of the global economy; one of many cogs to keep the world spinning around - an assistant and old friend all the same - one Capitalism was happy to put everything down and spend some time with for one evening.
A restaurant in a hotel did not quite have the ambience and atmosphere for smoking cigars, but there was plenty of time for that later.
"It has been too long," Capitalism said as he arrived at their designated table, only three minutes late, offering a warm smile and a hand.
He took a seat after they shook hands, for the first time in quite a while, absently brushing his suit jacket down before pulling his chair in closer towards the table.