cold_blades (cold_blades) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-12 20:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | daisy buchanan, sarah kerrigan |
Who: Alex and Gaius
What: Golf. Maybe.
Where: Aubade => golf place
When: Sunday morning.
Warnings: TBD.
He didn’t know what it was that compelled him to go along with whatever Gaius asked of him, knowing full well that that man was impulsive and most likely insane, doing whatever he liked on a whim, making things up on the spot sans concern about personal safety or anything so blatantly trivial like that.
But he did anyway. Story of the life of Alex Sharpe – the three-word abridged version: someone else’s bitch.
The backseat of the car itself was comfortable but Alex wasn’t – not in Gaius’ company – and he could see the sympathy in the driver’s eyes every time they flickered to the rear-view mirror. Probably thought the same things of Gaius as Alex did – incorrigible, horrigible and vegetable.
“Well I must say I’m impressed. I never got to ask you if you were organ mafia but I’m still conscious and not in a bathtub of ice cubes, and you haven’t attempted to molest me yet.”