Arthur Bacchus (great_dionysus) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-08-12 01:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | august 2010, david bacchus |
Reposted!
Who: Arthur and David Bacchus
When: After David gets home from this (because the boy clearly hasn't suffered enough)
Where: David's apartment
What: A father-son chat
Rating: Medium-ish for probable swearing and possible allusions to Lexie and David's little tryst
After the drama that had unfolded over the past couple of days, any good parent would've been concerned about David's recent behavior. If, as a few of the rumors implied, David had purposefully inebriated and subsequently seduced the eldest Tibbits girl, then it was natural for many of the people in town to experience negative reactions to this news, particularly since Lexie had been, up until recently, a veritable posterchild of innocence and virtue. Arthur's reaction to this news, however, had been surprisingly positive. In public, of course, this was not the case - he'd spent the past two days patiently answering irate phone calls and explaining that, although David was his son, he was also a rather independent creature, and it would be totally unfair to expect Arthur to watch over his every move. Privately, though, Arthur couldn't have been more proud. He was always glad to have further proof that his son's actions were a mirror of his own.
When he'd first heard that his son had been seeing the Tibbits girl, Arthur had his doubts. Women like that were hard to deal with, particularly if they were prudish. On the bright side, though, the stupid girl was definitely a fixer. She clearly saw David as a challenge, something broken and imperfect that she could polish and restore. Arthur shook his head at the mere thought. Women. When would they learn that the only person any woman would ever be able to fix was her own damn self? Alexandria Tibbits had clearly fallen into an age-old trap that was practically designed for women just like her: she was lured in by an apparently broken man and then played with until she was broken herself. It was simple, really. And brilliant.
Still, Arthur would keep himself in check. He was impressed, certainly, but ultimately Arthur was impressed by his own handiwork rather than David's. Besides, he suspected that David might've actually formed an attachment to this girl, which would be unfortunate, all things considered. He'd have to see what he could do about that. Either way, David would certainly need help with damage control, which was why Arthur had taken it upon himself to show up at David's apartment. Getting in hadn't been difficult - it was just a matter of saying the right sentences to the right people before he was sitting regally at David's kitchen table, which he'd covered with a clean linen tablecloth to accent the bottle of 1967 Merlot he'd brought with him. The wine was as much of a strategic move as it was an indulgence - as resistant as David would inevitably be to a conversation with his father, Arthur knew that there was no way he would turn down a truly exquisite bottle of wine. Two glasses of the $800 beverage rested at opposite sides of the table, and Arthur was swirling his in his glass when he heard his son's footsteps outside the door.
Lifting his head a little, Arthur greeted his son with the smallest of smirks, their eyes locking as soon as he entered the room. "Hello son," Arthur intoned in his typical friendly-sounding manner, although the smallest hint of firmness was layered into his voice. "Sit." He nodded to the chair opposite him, then to the half-filled glass. "Drink. It's time that we had a conversation."