|Vincent (king_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2010-09-17 16:27:00
|Entry tags:||io, zeus|
The Glorious King of Olympus Vince Vs. Evan The Naiad Princess of Argos.
what: two bored greek myths repeat history, except let's hope with less sex in a public place, consequent transfiguration and bitching wives.
where: lobby and then pete's coffee.
when: let's say it's afternoon?
do not, my child, spurn the bed of Zeus, but go forth to Lerna's meadow land of pastures deep and to your father's flocks and where his cattle feed, so that the eye of Zeus may find respite from its longing.
For a wealthy man it was surprising how irresponsible Vince could be about the evolution of his exceeding pillar of laundry. Oh, wait a minute... that's not so surprising. The Howard Hughes of Pax Letale, minus the piss and Hershey bars, had better things to do than laundry.
The Never-dying Champion of Elysium (in an unwittingly and mostly unaware mortal coil for a disguise.) would rather be playing video games, coming up with creative solutions to diplomatically talk down Sony's little brat son from wanting to bring in his talentless flock of gold-digging fame-wanters, or googling the precise-step ascension on the rickety ladder of politics he'd forgotten all the trivial avenues, leaks, and fine print of. More importantly, Honey wasn't allowed on his side of the penthouse and hardly minded the fact that she didn't need to deal with the towering ambition of his mighty messes. For you see, SUNDAY was spotless day. Cleaning day. Not Friday. And thus, with an Olympian arch to his divinely devilish brow, a hymn in his heart-of-coffee-loving-hearts, and a proud bounce to his black converse strut, he wore an immaculately contradictory suit to his well-weathered punk shoes.
Howard Hughes, indeed. Confidence a stain you can't wipe off.
And boy oh boy was he ever surprised, as he hopped out of the elevator and sauntered into the lobby saturated in the certainty a lion stalks his terrain with; as he contended for best white smile near the Nile, most gallant grin in Greece, heavy is the head that wears the crown, hello nurse... that he was having coffee with a pretty little maid. In his row.
"I hope you're Evan."