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Tweak says, "We don't need rings or vows..."

Vincent (king_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-08-03 18:01:00

Entry tags:

aphrodite, zeus

Who: Lia & Vince.
What: Hookah and catching up night.
Where: Hookah Lounge in No. Ho. If anyone else partakes in such things, feel free to cut in!
When: Evening.
Warnings: PG-13. These two are not surprisingly quite shameless and are capable of being obnoxious.

She knew him.

He'd never admit to, or be obvious about agreeing to anything that anyone ever asked for. E.v.e.r. Thus, he'd dodged her appeal to be provided a reward in honor of her becoming his neighbor. His kind of neighbor, that is. A few floors separated them, and that was technically neighbors, but only kind of.

The element of the pleasantly unexpected gem of surprise was to him one of man's last refuges of unselfish expression; one of our most valuable and prized possessions was to be unpredictable creatures, and to handsomely protect the object of our secret desires to please other's feelings. A Merlin, bone-like box at the back of a cave somewhere held the secrets to the universe on a scroll, having read them, he can state with certainty that one of them was: Always give great gifts.

Sadly, he wasn't so cloak and dagger as he could be. People who knew him, knew well his generosity. He was in fact one of the most dependably benevolent and ample creatures strolling the Earth in a black t-shirt, gray jeans, and red chucks. She may have been only kidding, but he didn't give a fuck. She asked for something pretty and he got her a very suitably elegant, yet borderline dangerous dress which was somewhat understated, but when worn by her would be (hopefully) voluptuously overdone. She could try it on later.

They drove out all the way out to North Hollywood to have themselves some hookah in a joint with dim lights, mostly blood red, and couches outside. They were surrounded by people seemingly of the same agenda. By the hints he caught of other peoples conversations here and there, it appeared the ritualistic endeavor of smoking and eating was an undeniably successful tool in chasing after memories which often times grow more and more obscure as minutes, hours, weeks, months pass with no obligation to recall them...

"What's weird," he'd said, skimming the minty tobacco menu. "Is that I kinda feel like I'm supposed to be here. You feel me? In the building, that is." he tapped spearmint. "I want that, unless you want some girly fruit flavor."

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philommeides
2010-08-11 02:34 am UTC (link)

Lia hadn't felt the sting of skinned elbows, much less arms and hands, since she was too small for it to have mattered; a childhood spent among myriad cousins, wandering the boroughs, playing stick ball or handball or ring and run or manhunt even when she might rather have been playing Barbies.

She'd been flexible, even back then.

There was pain, definitely, but also the humiliation of a graceless tumble; she prided herself on not being one of those girls, who drank too much and ended up on their asses, one way or the other.

(Well, maybe occasionally one way, but definitely not the other.)

As she rose to her feet, her dress having somehow survived, her shoes miraculously unscuffed, it was tempting to kick their attacker squarely where it counted - but police presence was upon them, and the last thing she needed was her name in the news with an assault and battery charge. Before she could catch the officers, though, they were already on the scene, corralling her out of the way even as she tried to explain, and closing in on Vince and the ass who'd started it all.

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king_of_gods
2010-08-11 02:51 am UTC (link)

The two were pried apart as forcefully as the police could manage without being brutal, but, both mutually regarding the fact that they were being dislodged by the law, were for the most part cooperative. Vince, seemingly the aggressor, was not the initiator, and he raised his hands above his head to show that he wasn't going to resist, even as they cuffed him on the ground. He hadn't felt the cold, grinding affect of cement in quite sometime. It was thankfully not enough to scuff him.

The other man was shouting about how Vince started it, but he was only making himself look bad, obviously drunk, and while being cuffed slightly resisting.

Vince knew to keep his mouth shut.

"Is the girl okay?" he'd asked the officer, a swift response gave him a 'lookslikeit.' Vince was also smart enough to be aware that inquiring such a thing, would demonstrate that this entire might have been a defense in her honor.

Well, looked like Paul was going to have to be called after all. Because Lia was probably in no shape to drive his car back to his place.

When in Rome...

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philommeides
2010-08-11 03:03 am UTC (link)

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital to have that looked at, ma'am?" the really very charming officer she was talking to asked.

"No, thank you, Officer Jones. That's very sweet. But if you could give me a ride to the station so I can explain the situation, or make whatever arrangements need to be made for Vincent, I'd really appreciate it."

Officer Jones hesitated for a moment, then looked at his partner, who seemed, suddenly, to be in a generous mood. Uncuffed and politely handled, they put her into the back of their cruiser, while the other two officers took Vincent and the miscreant in the back of theirs. As they sped toward the station, Lia was already dialing Paul's number...

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