Classic (saidthejoker) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-02-20 01:05:00 |
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Current music: | the eagles, 'witchy woman'/'hotel california' |
Who: Classic Rock & Media
When: Saturday, 2/20/09, 8 pm and onward, with effects to last through noon on Sunday.
What: The god of Classic Rock wines and dines the goddess of Media.
Warnings: Relentless sensuality and impossible amounts of charm and swagger. Classic Rock & Media, gods of seducing the masses.
He'd asked Media a question the week before about the strange things that showed up on the internet the night of Valentine's Day. Eventually, or rather, quite quickly, their conversation resulted in Classic and Media agreeing on a 'date.'
He knew where she lived - and even if he didn't, he could feel the pull. Even though she was everywhere as he drove, he could see her eyes in the billboards winking down at him, see her in the curves of models in posters for the GAP plastered on the sides of bus stops and see her in the hands of every pedestrian with a magazine under his or her arm. At a stoplight three blocks away, he glanced to the left and saw a store for high-end television sets. In the window, a large flat screen was displaying re-plays of the Olympics. As he glanced, however, he could have sworn he saw her face in the reflection of the store window, smiling at him. He could feel her in his car, in the radio, as his car stereo, as it usually did, played nothing but classic rock, blues and jazz, and the fusion of all three. She was everywhere, and he was content with it.
He pulled in front of what was undoubtedly the most swanky high rise apartment building in the city and slid out of the car. Classic had polished and tidied his Mustang earlier that morning, and he flashed an easy, effortless smile at the valet. "Don't take it, man, I'll be right down," and rather than question Classic, the man simply stared after him.
Several minutes later, he was knocking on her door, knowing, really, he didn't need to knock. He was dressed nicely but laid back, with designer jeans, a black Gucci dress shirt unbuttoned partially along the neckline, and one of his nicer leather jackets. He may have been a hippie at heart - for Hippie was his heart -, but the man could dress something suave.