| Friends Only. |
[22 Jan 2008|04:13pm] |
Comment to be added to the vindictive one's journal. <3
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| Tis a pity! |
[02 Jan 2008|10:13pm] |
London, England.
Anteros' club Sway was booming tonight with patrons. Tonight there wasn't a booth or stool unoccupied, the dance floor was buzzing with feet and gyrating bodies and there was a many person disappearing upstairs into some of the other recreation rooms with other people for whatever they were up too.
Anteros this night watched the proceedings below from the railing overlooking the bar section of his club. While he had immensely and throughly enjoyed the company of the first half of the evening, immersing himself in every legal vice imaginable with a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, he had engaged in so much sex and enough cocaine and wine to find himself struck with melancholy and becoming increasingly bored minute by ever passing minute.
The brunette swept past him in her chinchilla faux fur coat making sure she caught his eye before she blew him a kiss goodbye. An heiress. The suicide blonde left with her, but not before slipping a piece of paper with her name and number into the pocket of his jacket. He didn't need the name, he knew all he had to do if he forgot the name was to insert one of the movie's she had been in into his dvd player. If she thought he would call? He might call again, but it wouldn't be by phone. The redhead had had a bit too much wine and was still asleep in his bed and she could stay there all night as long as she was under the persuasion of sleep. He would not wake her purposely.
One of his employees offered him a glass of champagne for which he accepted graciously and toasted to her by dropping to his knees and embracing her waist loosely with one arm while drinking the contents of the flute.
"Merry Saturnalia Tiff."
She suspiciously looked down on him, "What are you doing Ant?"
One of his hands slide down the front of her skirt and played at the hem of it for a moment while he slyly gazed up into her eyes, searching her soul and reaching into her heart to search for love or heartache or anything that needed to be resolved. What he found was the ache of loneliness and slid his hand up under her skirt cunningly, "Serving you as you have been so brilliantly efficient at serving me champagne."
Tiff sighed and took a step back breaking contact, "You are drunk and... I'm married Ant."
"But not happily," he stated with sure knowledge.
The hostess's eyes motioned toward a bedroom knowingly, "Someone is in there waiting for you."
"She isn't waiting for me. Her wait was over a few hours ago," he smiled at her.
She blushed and shook her head before starting down the stairs and stopping to add, "My shift is over. Get some rest okay? You look tired..."
He sat there until she had made her descent and then flung the flute against the wall....
"Ahhhhhhh," he buried his face into his hands!
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| London, England |
[14 Oct 2007|06:47pm] |
( Will be X-posted to ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) mount_olympus )
Located in one of the more posh districts of London, Anteros sat at the crimson finished bar within his night club establishment that the locals knew as simply "Sway." The place had became known for it's elegant decor, stunning frequents, and the aura of mystery that it kept surrounding it. Everyone who was allowed entry always had
something wondrous to say about it, not one critique existed, however, other than wondrous things that could be said, patrons of the establishment also kept whatever took place within the walls of the large mansion turned night club to themselves. Anteros' home away from Santa Monica was usually rather void of patrons by ten a.m. Stationed to the side of him was a bottle of liquor and sitting in front of him between a bent elbow and a languid hand was an ash tray. The cigarette lit between his fingers was idly dwindling away between his fingers...
Although he had not been back to Olympus in some time, he knew what had transpired there from the messages conveyed to him in his dreams. Morpheus' message was insistent and verged on annoying.
What did this Olympian New World Order mean to him? Possibly nothing. He had been earthbound for such a long time that he doubted anything that happened up there could or would effect his life.
He wished Dreams would stop trying to influence him to care.
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