fabiancortez (fabiancortez) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2009-08-07 14:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | fabian cortez |
Who: Fabian Cortez
NPCs: n/a
When: 08/07/09 – evening
Where: Brotherhood Base
What: Cortez makes his triumphant return! And then sulks.
Rating: PG-13 (for references to sex)
One of the many tedious things Fabian Cortez could not stand was traveling. The luxury of his private jet aside, Fabian did not care for time spent wasted. Yes, he needed to get from New York to Colorado but four hours spent in the air were hours he could not spend working. And he had plenty of work to attend to between his day job and finding the key to undermining Magneto.
True, he didn't mind acting the part of the layabout playboy but there was no challenge when he was doing it on company time. The stewardesses, while attractive, would all sell a kidney to get into his pants. (Not that he didn't take advantage-- it wasn't like he had anything better to do thirty thousand feet in the air.) But where was the fun when everything was simply handed to him?
Besides, screwing blonde bimbos was always the same. And while sex was never boring, per se, it was hardly remarkable.
The rest of his day hadn't been much better, either. He'd spent the morning working on a presentation with mergers and acquisitions only to find out the company they were to meet with had gone behind their backs and made a deal with one of their competitors. Lunch then consisted of being reamed by his father. This was followed by monotonous paperwork to make sure things would remain settled in his stead. And then the travel.
Sufficed to say, when Fabian finally trudged into headquarters with one bag in hand and another over his shoulder, he was in something of a mood. The scowl on his face said it all. Anyone that came near him was getting their head bit off and possibly their powers burnt out.
Returning to his quarters was never something he enjoyed, either. The style to which he was accustomed to living was such that he did not appreciate team living and shared spaces. Fabian had long considered purchasing a town house of his own but explaining his presence in Colorado to his father was not something he had any interest in suffering through. And the man would ask-- he was as overbearing as he was rich, always had been.
Fabian tossed his things on the floor and wished, not for the first time, that his suite came with a maid. Or that he could bring one of his maids to the suite. Cortezes did not do plebeian things like unpack their own suitcases or clean up their own rooms. That was what the lower class was for.
Eventually he would cave, unable to stand the disorganization, but for tonight he would not lower himself. No, he would spend his time instead sulking and maybe visit the gym. (It had been some time since he got a proper workout in and, as his powers were most often used as an accessory to his team, he liked to keep in top form so as to have an edge when fighting. Brutish though it may be, there was nothing wrong with maintaining physical strength.)