InsaneJournal

Who: Conchobar and Marie Antoinette
When: Saturday
What: This time his car really does break down, just not in front of Deirdre's home. In front of the courthouse which is also not far from Bluebird Sky coffeehouse.
Where: Baxter street



This was just great. Fantastic. Thousands of dollars had gone into that fancy hunter green car and now it was dead. "Thousand dollar piece of junk." Conchobar got out, slamming the door behind him. He kicked it, he yelled at it, and still the thing wouldn't crank. The vein on the side of his head was starting to pound at his frustration. He was irritating an equally expensive wound to the head. A rock that doctors had never gotten out. It's what eventually made his brain burst and he die right there on the floor. He could feel it pound against his head now, twining nerves around it. It was protocol for a killer headache, but he was too fumed to care.

Slamming his jacket off he slung it across the hood. It was too hot for that jacket though it was his daily attire most of the time. Jeans and t-shirts weren't always his style, and those were on rare occasions. He rolled up the sleeves to his dress shirt, throwing his tie back over his shoulders as he popped the hood.

The battery was dead. He looked like he was ready to run a sword through the next person that stopped by. He was anything but charming right now. The frustrations over Dierdre only piled up, this just about made him explode. He tapped away on his phone calling the nearest towing truck to come wheel the junk off the street. He slammed the hood down waiting impatiently for the tower to show. A king did not like to wait long.

Marie had been helping herself to a latte after a hard day of fashion shoots and shoe shopping. She had new Manolo Blahniks on her feet and a light wrap slung over her shoulder. As she moved, she felt the presence of another immortal and she slowed, turning to see who it was.

She didn't recognise the man who looked beyond annoyed at a car which was clearly not working. She could have simply walked on by but she decided she was in a good enough mood to try to cheer someone up. "Hello!" she said pleasantly. "Having some trouble?"

The worst of his overbearing, obsessive behavior came out the most when he was angry. Deirdre found out just how crazy he really was not when she married him, but when he refused to give her up. He could have moved on, he had (and did have) wives but he desired to have her. The same threaded into everything else. He weeded through people like deer did through a garden.

He didn't recognize the woman either, though she gave off a royal vibe. If he were a lusty, tactless guy he would have noticed her shoes and the quite attractive girl that came with it. He didn't know her and therefore he actually noticed her face first unlike when Mugain was around. She and he had had a rather physical relationship to begin with. Besides, playing charmer came easy it was what lay underneath that was so rotten.

She was bubbly. He forced a pleasant smile, letting those baby blue eyes work their magic. "You saw that?" he said pushing his phone into his pocket and looking at his watch. The tow truck should be there in little less than ten minutes. He was counting. If they were late, they would not be getting their money. He'd sue them for false advertising that they could get anywhere on the block quickly.

"You look like you need to be rescued," she said with a grin. When she smiled widely her eyes twinkled and her nose wrinkle up. "Would you like some company while you wait?"

Him rescued? That was laughable. He held his best smile though and let her think what she wanted. He was conceited enough to think he could take on anything.

"If you like," he studied her and her motives. Perhaps she saw something she liked. She could be an interesting distraction, he was known for finding new interests. She was a very well put together woman, nicely dressed and groomed.

"I can't help but notice something different about you," his lip curled on one end, that false twinkling in his eye. "Royalty?" She was Deirdre. He had no reason to hide his identity.

Marie grinned, pleased he had noticed. "Marie Antoinette, Queen of France," she said easily. "Or I used to be. Now I work at a fashion magazine. What about you?" she asked, standing with her ankles slightly crossed. "Royalty?"

"Royalty can always sniff out another. Conchobar Mac Nessa." Both their titles suffered a villainous after bite. He was a strong King, but most could only see how he stabbed others in the back to get what he wanted. Conchobar saw it as showing mercy to those that did not oblige him. Wouldn't stabbing them where they could see him be so much worse? "A judge." He was working his way up to Federal, but it seemed it would take more time than he was willing to accept. Just as his tower was taking his time.

Marie didn't really know the name, but she gave nothing away as she nodded pleasantly. "A judge?! That's great! I would be making more of a difference but I never had a head for politics." Which wasn't exactly true, but she had never been allowed, so now she didn't bother trying.

Even if she didn't know his name, certainly she would look it up. Or ask later. Depending on how she ventured in the conversation he might appreciate her interest. "I love politics," he said in a greedy way. "I like deciding other people's fate." Especially when they deserved it.

Excited to hear someone spell it out so plainly, Marie grinned. "And some people just don't realise they need it decided for them! Things were so much simpler when royalty had real power." Damn the revolutionaries.

"Most people can't think for themselves to begin with. They whine, they beg, it's pitiful. This country is young and stupid when it comes to power. They need a real leader." If it was simpler like in the old days he would have already ran and pulled the country down the path the rest of Europe still held. A King was missing. Giving all that power to the people to decide, when they didn't know what they wanted to begin with, well it was just asinine.

Marie didn't necessarily believe people were pitiful, but she agreed that a real leader was needed. "It's too bad there isn't royalty, but nothing we can do about it. Would you like to get some coffee or something when the tow truck arrives?"

Conchobar was an elitist king, anyone was beneath him to some extent. One way or the other he pulled strings to watch people dance. "This country is hellbent on doing things for themselves. Look where it's gotten them?" It was a mess.

She was putting the moves on him already. She liked what she saw. He was inclined to find out if he liked what he saw. "I think I can manage it." He shot her a dashing smile, agreeing to her date.

"Great!" Marie said with a wide smile. She loved meeting new people and especially immortals. It wasn't often she met a king, however. This should be interesting!

He wasn't sure he was up to her excitement, but he'd indulge the woman for a while at least. She had been a Queen after all. At least for a short time. Before he could get any words out of his mouth the tow truck pulled up, changing his reluctant smile into a dark one.

He kept his charm long enough for the man to get the car hoisted. When it came time to pay (and it was a ludicrous amount) Conchobar fitted the bill at least twenty dollars too short, being sure to wrap the bills in such a wad that the driver wouldn't know the difference until he dropped the car off.

"Not a scratch on her," he instructed with lifted brows and a cheerful smile. Inside he was insulting the tower from one end and down the other.