DEATH (pale_as) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-01-29 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | death, republican party |
Who: Death and The Republican Party
What: Dinner
When: Thursday night
Where: The dining room at the Manhattan Mariott
Death had managed to clean up very nicely, despite the fact that he had been a complete wreck since the previous evening. The war between the Greeks and Guns' band of Christen Sins and new gods was pushed to the back of his mind in lieu of the claims that Guns had made the previous night. It was impossible, wasn't it? Caridad and a brute like him? Death drummed the fingers of his right hand on the crisp white tablecloth and used the ones of his left to loosen the collar of his equally crisp white shirt. He was wearing a tie, of course, black because he couldn't wear colors just yet, and a small silver elephant pin on the lapel of his suit jacket. It was wrong, it was a mistake, Guns had been lying just to get a rise out of him. It had to be. He waved off a waiter who offered to bring him the wine list. Alcohol? At a time like this? He couldn't begin to dream of it.