Thomas Raith | The Dresden Files (lovekillsdinos) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-12-03 06:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2013 december, ~40 points, ~~sookie stackhouse (welcomedsilence), ~~thomas raith (lovekillsdinos) |
WHO: Thomas Raith and OPEN
WHAT: Nursing his ennui
WHEN: Tuesday morning
WHERE: Hinkle's
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Thomas had been stuck here far too long. His much celebrated ennui that he'd used to keep himself alive and out of his father's sight was becoming all too real. Thomas was, above all things, a city boy. He loved the energy and life of Chicago, the freedom that came with being one in eight million; the anonymity of the metropolis. He loved the thousand different things to do, the diversity, and the ease with which he could find women and feed, and leave no one the wiser. He loved the nightlife (although perhaps not his family's clubs), and the noise, and the lights...and everything that Madison Valley wasn't.
He'd been up all night, wandering the streets. Nothing was open, nobody was around, and the streets were emptier than anything he'd ever seen. He couldn't conceive of why people might actually like this sort of thing - why people under the age of eighty might actually like living in a place like this. Things would, of course, have been much worse if he and Justine hadn't been able to solve his feeding problems. He'd probably have been strung up and run out of town (as much as anybody could be run out of town), if they hadn't. He didn't like Dave, he didn't want Dave to exist, but he was necessary, and Justine seemed happy, so he'd resolved himself simply not to think of it. Easier that way.
Daylight found him at the one place that was open. Hinkles. Because everybody needed crappy little greasy burgers after a long night out, right? Or simply for breakfast. Sitting on a stool at a bar in front of the grill, Thomas stared at them as they sat there on his plate, horrible, and yet alluring at the same time. Could he admit he liked them? Was that okay? Or did he have to resign any claim he had to class if he did that? He picked one up and ate it in two bites, ull of shame, guilt, and ... yes, a very guilty pleasure.
He looked at the second one with a deep love and curiosity.
"How can something so terrible be so good?" he asked it.