|Slater (mrslater) wrote in toujoursliberer,|
@ 2008-08-16 00:50:00
|Entry tags:||cordelia_slater, plot, slater|
Goodbye old friend...
Subject: Slater parts with - a part of himself.
Where: Slater's abode.
Warnings: Swearing? Shocked-ness?
Open to: Delia Slater
Something's gotta be done about that damn Fisher.
The thought had swirled around in Slater's mind since the night of Lord Hurst's ball and he hadn't really gotten much further than that. His lip hadn't swelled too much, nor had his nose and any concerns his boys had about his safety were quelled. A few of them had offered to go and give Fisher a taste of his own medicine but whilst Slater was tempted by that idea he would much rather have the satisfaction of sorting him out himself.
But something drastic needed to be done.
As he sat in his armchair he twirled his mustache, staring into the fire as thoughts of throwing Fisher and his damn lackeys into it consumed him.