|Vincent (king_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2010-08-04 13:29:00
|Entry tags:||baldr, zeus|
Who: Billy & Vince.
What: A disguised, yet cruel and unknown twist of fate!
Where: On the road, then to the lot in Burbank.
There was a pang of guilt for making that comment about retards on the forum; a little needle-stick on the edge of a forgotten ventricle in his big, big heart. Not because Billy was retarded! Oh no, he wasn't... he was uhh, disabled? Or was this not his car? That's not retarded. He meant like, drooling and staring at the sun retarded. Billy was amiable and totally not staring at the sun or drooling. It was just a far-reaching stab at his ego and his pride, not wanting to sound like a COMPLETE dick, if this guy didn't like retard comments. Some people were all politically correct and shit. Okay, he'd stop fucking thinking about it now. Vince's charm and gregariousness could mend any tear which his belligerent, often tumultuous words rendered to his pubic persona.
By no means was this, the fact he had a robo-car and wheelchair in the back, taken into account as a surprising turn of events that would display on his happy expressions, nor even a daunting one, though he did at first wonder how precisely his driving was going to be accomplished. Like, how do they do that? Vince had seen stranger, maybe worse, and spoke nothing of it although curiosity made his blue eyes more stormy. Maybe this wasn't even his car, as he'd thought before and now again. Maybe it was his sisters or something.
"Sup!" he'd said, leaning in the window. "You must be my new girlfriend." he joked with a grin, testing the boundaries of where his sense of humor could venture.
His garb consisted of the utmost reach of business casual. Somehow, with jeans and a colorless t-shirt, sneakers, he wore his blazer like the president of the United States. There was also an intenser air about him today, softened by the fact that he was making a new acquaintance, and he had thus enjoyed his company. At least on the forums, Billy had seemed like a nice guy.
"I forgot your flowers. Forgive me?" he opened the door and began to let himself in.