Post by Carmine on Sept 23, 2009 21:49:09 GMT -5
There’s always a chance to make a wrong impression on someone. And me, I always take that chance whether I like it or not. Sure, I got through meeting the Prince with my head intact, but something keeps tugging at my brain stem. Fucking Wade. If he had given m one more fucking hour, I coulda sashayed through the introduction without a single slip-up. But no. He had to fucking drag me in. It wasn’t like I was avoiding my duties to the Camarilla or any shit like that. No, I just really needed that high before I got the evening started. Much like the one I’m just buzzing off of. I hate coming down, but this time it isn’t too bad. Give it another few minutes, I should be good. The junk works through my system faster than a human’s, which is fucking dick, but shorter recovery time means shorter discomfort and pain. Also makes it easier to pencil-in meetings.
Just a few minutes….
And I’m good. Ready to head over to the Elysium for my second meeting with the Prince. And this time I might sound half-credible. And then I can go find another ghoul or human to pump full of coke and suck dry. But first, a nice chat with Prince Roxie. Roxie. Wonder if that’s her birth name. Probably not. Roxanne maybe. Nah, she’s probably older than the name Roxanne. Most Princes seem to be older than modern names.
I don’t think I’ve ever really apologized to anyone for a bad first impression, but things are different now. I don’t have my numbers built up, and it can make a guy feel kind of vulnerable. No point in making enemies before you can kill them.
I’ve been wandering around for the past forty-five minutes. Clear my head. Get my thoughts straight. I got my appointment set up. I’m just gonna go in, apologize, and get out. It’s not too late in the night, and I’d like to find someone to sell to before the women had in and the scraggly bums head out. I’m not picky, I just like a little eye candy on occasion. Plus, three-week-old beard usually smells like ass.
And lo. I arrive.
I tell the receptionist who I am, why I’m here, the usual bullshit they ask for. Place seems nicer than I remember. Of course, last time I was here it was like being led through the bowels of hell by a burnt piece of bacon. Fucking prick. Yeah, it’s his job, but you don’t fuck with a guy when he’s in the middle of something. It’s just rude. I’m escorted around and finally get settled into an office of some sort. Shouldn’t take too much time. Chit here, chat there, coke way over there. Just a matter of waiting for Her Honor.
Just a few minutes….
And I’m good. Ready to head over to the Elysium for my second meeting with the Prince. And this time I might sound half-credible. And then I can go find another ghoul or human to pump full of coke and suck dry. But first, a nice chat with Prince Roxie. Roxie. Wonder if that’s her birth name. Probably not. Roxanne maybe. Nah, she’s probably older than the name Roxanne. Most Princes seem to be older than modern names.
I don’t think I’ve ever really apologized to anyone for a bad first impression, but things are different now. I don’t have my numbers built up, and it can make a guy feel kind of vulnerable. No point in making enemies before you can kill them.
I’ve been wandering around for the past forty-five minutes. Clear my head. Get my thoughts straight. I got my appointment set up. I’m just gonna go in, apologize, and get out. It’s not too late in the night, and I’d like to find someone to sell to before the women had in and the scraggly bums head out. I’m not picky, I just like a little eye candy on occasion. Plus, three-week-old beard usually smells like ass.
And lo. I arrive.
I tell the receptionist who I am, why I’m here, the usual bullshit they ask for. Place seems nicer than I remember. Of course, last time I was here it was like being led through the bowels of hell by a burnt piece of bacon. Fucking prick. Yeah, it’s his job, but you don’t fuck with a guy when he’s in the middle of something. It’s just rude. I’m escorted around and finally get settled into an office of some sort. Shouldn’t take too much time. Chit here, chat there, coke way over there. Just a matter of waiting for Her Honor.
