Vicodin | Victor Mannich (takeyourpain) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2014-02-19 17:40:00 |
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Current mood: | hungry |
Entry tags: | narcissus, vicodin |
Who: Vicodin & Narcissus
What: Hello, I love you!
When: Very late Thursday night/Early V-Day morning
Where: Some big...fashion to-do...thing
Warnings: TBD
For the most part, Vicodin preferred to deal with the fashion world from afar. Sure, models and photographers and their ilk, they gave him a lot of business, especially during Fashion Week. But he usually delegated the deliveries to one of his lieutenants.
Every so often, however, he did have to make an appearance at an after party or something like that, mostly because the business needed a face. And there was always the off chance he might forge some entirely new connections. So he cleaned up and headed out, ignoring Heroin's jibe to keep the bimbos out of the house.
The only redeeming feature of the place seemed to be the open bar, and he took full advantage of it, circulating the room and talking to this person and that one. He was just in the middle of a conversation with one of the photographers, when his attention was abruptly snatched away.
"Excuse me," he said absently. "There's somewhere I have to be just now."