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Making that face you won't convince anyone.

Fuck it, not like I can win either way. I don’t sulk, they get Mac and the old man to baby sit me while daddy is all over that woman. I sulk and no one still won’t tell me jack shit. Markus’s knows more shit than I do about what’s going on, and everyone wants to kill him and…screw this. I’m not drunk enough.

Not being drunk is an easy problem to fix. The rest of that? Can't help you. All I know is if they don't want you to know, don't bother trying to find out.

What is the drink of the night?

Then fuck their secret cool kid club. As long as it doesn’t fucking kill me I don’t need to know their shit. Except I do. Because I don’t get why everyone suddenly looks like death warmed up to them. Jesus. I will never understand old people.

You’ll probably shit a brick, its straight Tequila. Mac started it.

Prepare for the worst, always. Then no matter what you know or don't know? You'll be prepared [Selene paused thinking if she should say anything but realized there was no point in biting her tongue.] Their step-mother, perhaps.

Tequila it is. Mind if I join you?

Good advice, I think. [Vivian stares at her blankly.] Who the fuck? Is this some sort of dick name for Markus? I can see that working for him.

[Pushes one of the bottles towards her. The bottle half empty but enough left to share around.] Sorry no glass.

They only mentioned her briefly. Evil step-mommy. I haven't a clue who Markus is and I'm certain I'll keep it that way.

Who needs a glass? [She picked up the bottle and took a good sized gulp.] It is good advice. If you are in their world be prepared for darkness, darling. [She took another drink.]

Evil? Darkness. For fucking real? Oh come on, how much more stupid shit is there? No wait, you’re right, it’s better not to know. Christ.

[Leans forward. Arms on the table and rests her chin on her arms watching her.]

Is that why you left Mac, because of the --- darkness?

Yes. For real. I hardly know the details of their life. Just snippets. Little bits here and there. Be prepared that is all I can say for certain.

[She needed another drink or two to answer that question. And she laughed.]

He left me. Such is life, yes? Which is why someone was kind enough to make tequila.

I thought me killing Audr prepared me for that shit. Guess not.

[Reaching across the table to take the bottle, Vivian took a drink from it.]

You know, he holds a bottle of Tequila like it’s a woman.

How did that happen? Luck or skill?

[Selene just watched her trying her best to keep her face passive.]

I wouldn't know....

....I found him near dead in my penthouse. Stabbed and poisoned. Tequila was the only thing I had for the pain. That is how I met him. He's a good man and you would be wise to listen to him. I promise.

It’s that crap about Markus you don’t want to know about. This is about a fucking Viking, I don’t have enough luck or skill to go up against that fucker. I don’t think anyone could, maybe his brother ---fuck I don’t know.

[Another drink from the bottle and she pushes it back to Selene. She let out a low whistle.]

Near dead? Holy shit, I’ve seen him after Markus beat the crap out of him and I really thought nothing could fuck Mac's shit up. I’m serious too, that’s just…wow. I don’t know what they are, good or what, I can't go wrong with them I suppose. I’ve been with worse.

Seems we're both in the sharing mood. Tell me about Markus.

[Selene gladly takes another drink.]

We keep this up we might need another bottle and a driver.

There was poison involved which is cheating in my book......Everyone has an off day. Everyone. Mac saved me from a couple of my own off days.

Have we exchanged names? I don't think that we have. [Across the table she extends her hand.] Selene.

I don’t know what to say about Markus, except he’s a cunt.

I’m Vivian. I’m all for another bottle or two or three. And, daddy will likely send a driver if I ask. [Takes the hand and gives a handshake.] That’s sort of romantic about you and Mac; how you found each other to save each other.

[She laughed.] Cunt. I think I like you Vivian.

Let's start with one more and see where we land, hm? I'll see myself home in that case. [She shakes her hand and slowly pulls it back.] It was romantic in a way. Or so I thought.

I quite like that. We found each other to save each other. I can live with that.

Let us not ruin the night by speaking of my failed romances. How has the pole dancing gone? Tell me it is treating you well.

I obviously don’t like Markus. I’d kill him myself except I promised the Viking I wouldn’t. Stupid ass. The Viking, I mean.

Well, at least you can say you had failed romances. As opposed to someone who hasn’t had romances at all. [Reaching for the bottle of Tequila Vivian doesn’t’ quite drain it dry. And pushes the bottle back to the middle of the table.]

It isn’t going. I think I had enough of falling off the stupid thing and looking like some fucked up kind of Grandma Moses chic.

Yes. Obviously. The Viking?

Indeed I can. A great many. I had hoped he would be the last.....[Selene watched her. When the bottle was returned to the center she reached for it, her hand curling around the glass, rolling it a bit but not taking it to her lips.] None at all? You are stunning I find it hard to believe you have never found love.

Clearly you are meant for bigger, better things.

Audr. That’s what he is, was, an honest to god, fucking Viking. You know about Mac’s world enough to call it dark and shit, so I guess you get about stuff like Immortals, right?

Maybe he is the last. You’re sitting here drinking Tequila with a 19 old girl, instead of getting your amazing looking ass out to chase down some good looking guy to fuck senseless. I would choose that shit over this any day. Jesus this is a sorry fucking state of things. Like my actual love life. Not like it had much of a chance to go any where, I was sold into human trafficking when I was thirteen. I’m a ho who is trained to fuck shit. Who’s going to want that spoils? Maybe someone like the old man he'd fuck anything. But I won't get a Mac, I know that.

Bigger things. Yeah. Big cocks and big tits. That’s what I am good at doing.

He called him Jimmy or James I believe? I do understand about immortality and it's many forms.

He may be. [Selene smirked.] Nineteen. Wow. I have grown old enough to not have much interest in a fling. You do not have to be what you were taught to be, Vivian. Eothian. That boy wants love as much as anyone else. Watch out, he slaps like a girl. Try not to laugh. You have a Mac....

...we all think we are good at one thing. Just one thing. I'm a killer. I'm good at business. Or fucking. You don't have to be just one thing or accept a label given to you.

Edited 2012-08-02 04:30 (UTC)

That’s him. I didn’t know anything about Immortality until he showed up. Now that shit is just coming out of every where. I don’t know how to accept it yet, I have, because of what I am but there are so many stupid rules. How’s a girl supposed to have fun with Immortality and the idiotic rules? Sheesh.

[Vivian sighed.] I would want all or nothing too. Anyone can bang you for a half an hour against the wall, I could. But staying and making love until noon in a bed with silk sheets and then making love more, while remembering your name, that’s not just anyone. [Sighs wistfully.]Helloooo, we are talking about Eothian, maybe he does want love. But this is the dude who wears girl eyeliner. The dude who carries around a toy cow, duh yeah, he’s going to slap like a girl. But honestly…you know what I mean about Mac.

Well, daddy did say I have all the time in the world to figure out stuff. Looks like he is right.

Rules about immortality. What rules?

[Selene sighed wistfully and nodded.] Yes. I do know what you mean.

Time is on your side.

Well, for starters daddy is all: No more driving my cars and smashing them up. I just think they make this shit up as they go.

[Laughs.] Christ, my life is a Rolling Stone’s song.

You really don't like cars do you?

[She smirked.] Only a little.

It was an ugly car. And it isn’t like daddy couldn’t buy another.

Damn, fucking song is going to be stuck in my head now. Thanks.

Edited 2012-08-03 02:43 (UTC)

My ex-husband had a horrible car. When he left I smashed it into a wall. Never felt better.

My apologies.

See you understand my thing against ugly cars. Well, other peoples ugly cars.

Indeed other peoples ugly cars. That is something to drink to.

Not like I need a reason for drinking. But here’s to men and their cars we can smash up.