Musings

[About four am. ring.]

[On Sunday morning, Father's Day, when Thomas goes to check on Amanda she is wearing an annoyingly cheerful onesie and trying to eat a small, very secure, black box. Inside: Three, rolled up designer ties. Rolled within the ties, a formal surname change request for the baby, which only needs to be signed by him to replace Main with Brandon, and a note.]

You're impossible to shop for. Did you know that? Try not to let her eat these. Happy Father's Day, baby.

The city might sleep, but I know there are a couple of us who can't don't.

Where are my fellow insomniacs/nocturnals?

To the Angel I encountered during the party.

I do not feel I can apologise enough. I hope you are well and that our encounter left no lasting anguish.

My apologies, over and over.
Robin

Happy Father's Day to everyone who celebrates it.

[Left for Benedict Sablier on his night stand like she's the Easter Bunny]

A handmade card that says in simple script 'Happy Fathers Day from the Luckiest Daughter in the world. Thank you for taking me over the rainbow. Love, Evangeline'

And in a black ring box is a ring she had specially made, it has a ruby stone that has been in their family for a...Grossly long time ;) It's in a very masculine setting, fit perfectly for his right hand ring finger. Because jewelry isn't just for Mother's Day anymore.

[So the rumor going around town is that Orin Monarch has been seen not once, not twice, but three times in the past two weeks at gay bars around town. At first the rumors were regarded as simply the wishful thinking of the local gay community. But then someone got pictures. And then someone else got pictures. And then someone uploaded a grainy video to youtube, and the shit really hit the fan.

As far as grand plans to destroy reputations go, it's not all that extreme - no, this is closer to the mischievous side of things, personally hilarious to the person making it happen. But who doesn't like a bit of mischief? It's the opening salvo, something fun, something meant to raise his spirits when he opens the paper in the morning while other, darker, more serious plans get underway.

And raise his spirits it does. By Monday morning, most of the tabloids have picked up on the story, and it's begun to circulate to the higher profile trash mags. Blurry but identifiable pictures of Monarch both on the dance floor and shamelessly making out with a gentleman near the men's room of a seedy gay bar explode onto the front pages of the gossip rags, capped with broad, bold print headlines questioning the billionaire's sexuality. Articles also begin to appear about whether his on again, off again fiance Valerie Anna is simply a front for his secret gay love affairs. These articles tend to be damning and as close to libelous as one can get without actually getting into the sort of territory one can be sued for, including pictures of the pair of them that diagram their body language with a level of minute scrutiny that only a true gossip can level at celebrity behavior, reading volumes of information about their lack of chemistry from an out of place arm. By the end of the day Monday, #gaymonarch is a trending hashtag on twitter, and the photos have thousands of notes on tumblr with commentary ranging from the enthralled to the incensed. Bottom line - everyone's heard about it, and everyone is speculating as to whether or not Orin Monarch's womanizing has just been a big show all this time.]

[Sent Thursday (6/16) morning, around 8 o'clock.]

[ E-mail to O. Monarch ]

Mr. Monarch,

Everything went fine last night. The room worked. Will didn't change, no one was hurt. [...] But he's still in no condition to come into work today. And I'll be late. I [...] promised Evie I'd help her with some father's day [...] thing for her dad.

- Hayley

[ Text to B. Sablier ]

Don't rent out my room. I didn't leave, something just came up [...] at work.