|Pierce Gregory is Odin, CEO of the World (the_allfather) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2010-08-31 08:34:00
|Entry tags:||odin, sigyn|
Who: The lovely Naea and Pierce!
What: Lunch. Cheesy pasta goodness.
Where: The closest Italian restaurant.
When: Backdated to after this phone call.
Warnings: No! Pierce has a dartboard with David's face on it but he wouldn't sleep with his brother's girlfriend. Yeesh.
It had been surprising to hear from Naea all of a sudden, but then again, they were living in the same building now - and had been in contact for a little over a year. Pierce had started the whole thing. It was a way to make sure David was doing alright without actually bothering him, and Pierce didn't feel guilty about getting to know Naea at the same time. He would have felt guilty, however, if David had gotten shot in the face by some thug he owed money to. Their epic 'you're cut off from the family' fight had occurred over twenty years ago, and even though shit had hit the fan, Pierce wanted David alive, thank you. Planning a funeral for his kid brother was not on Pierce's agenda anytime soon. And he hoped that, if he suddenly kicked the bucket, David would at least help ensure that Pierce's dead body didn't get tossed into the ocean or buried in a pine box, invaded by squirrels.
But anyway, now was the time for lunch with Naea, whom he genuinely liked. She was sweet and kind and had a lot of patience and people skills. She'd have to, in order to have put up with David for so long. But she was smarter than people gave her credit for, and still very young so the world was her oyster. He arrived within ten minutes as he said he would, and climbed the stairs to the sixth floor, knocking on the door to her and David's apartment. He knew of a good Italian restaurant that was nearby, so he would take her there and then head back to work after dropping her back home. Pierce was due for another late night in the office anyway.