04-27-2023, 10:22 AM
What the fuck had I done! Opened my fucking mouth. Xander growled under his breath as he was unceremoniously escorted to a private lounge where he was asked to wait for the big man's return.
"Can I at least get a drink? Not the vodka, mind you. I'll have an unopened bottle of whiskey if you don't mind." No fucking way he was drinking from something he couldn't verify was untainted. Though there were ways around that shit too -- like owning a bottling company and adding the poison before it ever left the bottling factory. Pessimism was his game and now he was stuck in the fucking Casino wondering why he'd said anything.
A voice in the back of his head told him why he'd said it. Somewhere deep down he knew why, but Xander denied it one thousand percent everytime that little voice said, your a good guy deep down.
Bull fucking shit!
An unopened bottle and a glass were set on the table and Xander sat down. At least they understood. He wasn't being held hostage -- not really. At least not until he could explain himself, that much was clear. But the Mavreet heir had to be tended too -- couldn't have him dying on his watch he was certain of it.
Xander didn't want to get mixed up in all this, but he already hedged a bet and now he was paying for it.
At least the people who were standing watch over him weren't special in any form. Their auras only spoke of content people. No images, just a soft light of color ringing them. There was always a slight ring of death around security it was like they drew the darkness to them, but at least there were no images or swirling colors or anything like that. He could drift off with his drink and at least pretend the world was normal. It wasn't ever going to be normal again. And Xander was pretty sure that Kristian was fucked big time. So long as Xander Mitchel and the rest of the gang survived unscathed he could drown Kristian in whatever business this was. Drop a body in the bottom of the river -- that wasn't a thing he was ready to do. But he'd faced his death more than once to beat a shit rap someone else thrust upon him. This time it was his own carelessness. Fuck me!
But now all he could do was wait. They weren't going to let him out and he had no place better to be. At least the whiskey was good and the place was serene enough.
[[ I'd have had him sit down with you alistair, but I'm pretty sure they don't want Kristian talking to anyone for now so off and alone it is ]]
"Can I at least get a drink? Not the vodka, mind you. I'll have an unopened bottle of whiskey if you don't mind." No fucking way he was drinking from something he couldn't verify was untainted. Though there were ways around that shit too -- like owning a bottling company and adding the poison before it ever left the bottling factory. Pessimism was his game and now he was stuck in the fucking Casino wondering why he'd said anything.
A voice in the back of his head told him why he'd said it. Somewhere deep down he knew why, but Xander denied it one thousand percent everytime that little voice said, your a good guy deep down.
Bull fucking shit!
An unopened bottle and a glass were set on the table and Xander sat down. At least they understood. He wasn't being held hostage -- not really. At least not until he could explain himself, that much was clear. But the Mavreet heir had to be tended too -- couldn't have him dying on his watch he was certain of it.
Xander didn't want to get mixed up in all this, but he already hedged a bet and now he was paying for it.
At least the people who were standing watch over him weren't special in any form. Their auras only spoke of content people. No images, just a soft light of color ringing them. There was always a slight ring of death around security it was like they drew the darkness to them, but at least there were no images or swirling colors or anything like that. He could drift off with his drink and at least pretend the world was normal. It wasn't ever going to be normal again. And Xander was pretty sure that Kristian was fucked big time. So long as Xander Mitchel and the rest of the gang survived unscathed he could drown Kristian in whatever business this was. Drop a body in the bottom of the river -- that wasn't a thing he was ready to do. But he'd faced his death more than once to beat a shit rap someone else thrust upon him. This time it was his own carelessness. Fuck me!
But now all he could do was wait. They weren't going to let him out and he had no place better to be. At least the whiskey was good and the place was serene enough.
[[ I'd have had him sit down with you alistair, but I'm pretty sure they don't want Kristian talking to anyone for now so off and alone it is ]]