Re: the reunion; cas & mat
Caspar said nothing more of the shoes, but silently made a bloodvow to see them destroyed one day soon. Was there an app yet for that? A sort of Uber for Helios' chariot, four stars to catapult foul abominations directly into the sun? He wouldn't leave her bare, but rather see them replaced with some designer kitten heel peeled freshly from the skin of her own kind(reptilian, he theorizes). But enough about her feet.
It was nearly forgotten by now, that feral and excited look of hers. He thought all memories of her to be hazed over by now from sticky wads of organic opium and cruelty-free rails of cocaine, but when she takes the car key from him, it snaps into place like a knife in his ribs. Painfully, you see. There was a time when he'd have given her anything she'd asked for. Not that he was in the mood to get sentimental.
The passenger seat was wholly unfamiliar, providing enough of a sensory shift, or maybe it was just the experience of seeing her again, that the whole thing felt a little surreal. He didn't even immediately secure a seat belt, although thought better of it a moment later. In the backseat lie a box, a case o' the bubbly, as per her request. He reached back, pulled one bottle forward, and tore its gold crown with a veneered canine. "Have you had a chance to make the rounds yet? Seen the monster in the lake?"