Peter Vincent thinks people see what they want to (smokingmagician) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-05-21 00:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | darcy ainsley, peter vincent |
Who: Peter Vincent and Darcy Ainsley
What: Meeting up for drinks
Where: Darcy’s house
When: backdating to 9:30 PM, Sunday May 20th
Warnings: Peter’s foul mouth, alcohol consumption, fade-to-black, anything else TBD
Status: Incomplete/Ongoing
Peter was fucking late. It was well after nine o’clock when his cab pulled up in front of Darcy’s house. He could only hope it wouldn’t piss her off too much.
He hid a wince as he counted out the tab for the driver. He was going to have to find some work soon if he intended to keep this up. He wondered if he would even be able to find work in this little Midwest shithole; it had taken him years to build up his reputation as an illusionist, and now that was all gone. Back to square one.
At least he had some promising company for the evening. Darcy seemed like a woman who knew how to have a good time, and she was definitely interested in him. Not that he wasn’t used to having beautiful women falling all over him, but this wasn’t Vegas, and she didn’t know who he was. Or at least, she didn’t know him as the famous magician, which was a nice change to be honest. Peter just hoped she wasn’t looking for something long term, because with kids in the mix, Peter wasn’t touching that. He wasn’t that much of a douche bag.
The cab drove off, and Peter tugged at his blazer as he walked up to the front door. He took a last glance down at himself to make sure the simple red shirt and leather pants were all neat, and knocked on the door.