Vincent (king_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2010-08-18 16:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | hera, zeus |
Who: Vince & Honey
What: After hearing about his father, some deep soul searching in the pitch blackness of his room, meditating at the bottom of a bottle of bicardi, Vince has decided that he's going to announce his plans to his wife. His plans to run for... wait for it... City counsel.
Where: Fancy shmancy restaurant.
When: Afternoon because Honey is uppity and believes in 'brunch.'
Warnings: Bad words. Fade-to-black doin' it high school style in the car.
Just because he was a well-trained expert at pretending he was all right didn't mean he was, nor did it mean that his act to those closer to him than other acquaintances were entirely convinced of his 'all rightness.' Gardened within the blue ambrosia of his overwhelmingly telling eyes was a static, swelling passion for answers, revenge, justice, anything that could fill the open chasm that had been left behind in the cataclysmic blast of the knowledge of his fathers murder. Anytime he touched a lamp or was near any electrical appliance the shit would short, shut off, or malfunction. Making his irritation for the world at large and its non-compliance with his wishes even more profound. Was it shit on Vince week? It must fuckin' be.
It was best to bring the wife out for 'brunch' to let her know what he'd decided on last night in his boxers as he stared out the window and to the giggling little stars that stared back at him. The waves crashed and tumbled like glitter bombs underneath the smirking moon and it came to him ... if he ran for office, which was not far fetched considering his alliances, his experience, his resume, his education, his money, his connection... not only would he hold a well-deserved position of power in this neck of the woods, he could also begin digging. Digging deeply into the plot that they had exhumed just a few days ago, ask around, manipulate, find hints, clues, slanty-eyed, side-long glances, anything suspicious that could point him into the right direction of where, why, or how his father was singled out for murder.
It was going to be a busy, long, strenuous next few months. When Vince decided to do something, he did not stop until it was done.
And so, back to the point, the fancy shmancy place he was bringing his hardly blushing bride was by the sea and served meals that were so fucking expensive they should've come with a television or at least a new kitten. Unfortunately, no such luck. Brunch only came with food and wine. They sat across from each other surveying the menus, awaiting the arrival of their decided red wine, and Vince sighed. You know, the I have something to announce sigh. She'd know it well.
"So peaches," Fruit pet-names were always a good sign. "I decided I'm going to run for counsel."