Lawrence 'The Law' Kademan
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Post by Lawrence 'The Law' Kademan on Sept 10, 2014 15:36:19 GMT
Andrea's eyes widened and she fought to hide the grin that was quickly widening on her features. Her mother would be angry if she took this as a giggling schoolgirl, she had to prove she could be dignified and graciously accept what was clearly the greatest offer in the entire world and every one of her friends would be so jealous and everyone who wasn't her friend would now want to be her friend because young girls are such fickle goddesses especially when they have vast amounts of wealth.
Thankfully it was easy for her to not gush everywhere with Lawrence putting on a show as he was. Turning on his heel and hanging his head low he made his way past his mother, grumbling under his breath until Icos's 'sweet offer' sunk in and he couldn't help it, spinning himself around and glaring down the man from afar.
"No! Andrea, you tell him no! That sick bastard lies, you stay away from my sister!" he yelled, clenching his fists.
"Get in, Lawrence! And hush it! You can't tell a celebrity no, not Icos El-Elron at least!" his mother was quick to scold, stepping between him and his sister with her hands on her hips and a deathly glare that could match his easily. Lawrence bit down hard on his lip and shook as he growled.
"So what? Some guy I've never heard of until now and probably never again? One movie that probably won't even be good? What is it, a comedy? That joke! Don't touch my sister!"
Jeannette had it handled well, despite how much bigger Lawrence was compared to her he didn't dare try to push past her. As the two bickered it was only too perfect of a time for Andrea to give Icos her most composed, sweet smile she could and answer, "If it should make up for my brother's actions, I'd be honoured to join you."
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Post by Icos El-Elron on Sept 10, 2014 18:37:00 GMT
Icos did his best to suppress his smile as his new enemy was being dragged off by his mother. Icos found that to be the ultimate justice, Icos had just been a young boy the last time his mother told him what to do and he had the foolish bravery to remind her that he was of House El-Elron, not House Magnitudo and that she didn't have the right to tell him what to do - this was before he realized how unlucky he was to have been adopted into House El-Elron - but nevertheless, that brief point of rebellion was fixed by the frightening wrath of his father.
His gaze fell upon the loveliness that was Andrea and with Lawrence being dragged away Icos was able to put all his attention towards her. "It would truly. I promise though I'll find someway to make it enjoyable for you." He gave a charming smile as he bowed his head towards her and offered his hand for her to take.
The day was getting brighter with every passing moment. There wasn't much else that could make this day better, he imagined.
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Lawrence 'The Law' Kademan
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Post by Lawrence 'The Law' Kademan on Sept 10, 2014 19:15:23 GMT
With Lawrence being stink-eyed into his place by his mother, Andrea had no one else to tell her what to do. Giving a brief glance over to her mother, who only gave her a big 'DO IT' grin, she let out a soft giggle and slid her hand into the Imperial's.
Feeling like her work was done, Jeannette rounded on her son again as he parked himself into his seat. He fixed his eyes on Icos and his stupid face as he made off with his older sister, the only thing that made him angrier than the man himself was his own mother just allowing this to happen.
"You've got a lot of nerve," she spoke first, breathing down on him like a dragon, "do you have any idea what happens to us, to this entire family, if you anger a man like that? You need to fit in with the important people, Lawrence, not pick fights with them!"
"He's some guy you've never met..."
"He's Icos El-Elron, dammit, how could you have not known that?!"
"Oh, I don't know. Probably because I don't give a damn about some nameless dick--"
"El-Elron, what part of that didn't you understand?!"
"Sorry, Mother, that I don't pay attention to your important foreign families when I'm supposed to be paying attention to Thelotia. Geez," Lawrence's voice was loud and sarcastic, rolling his eyes and giving a frown to all of the dirt stuck to his nice white shirt, "but regardless of who he is I think it's disturbing you just let your young daughter go out with him. She doesn't know him, you don't know him."
He looked up at her squinting her eyes at him like somehow he'd just said something again, very stupid. She exhaled loudly and slowly through her nose and in the coach reached for the bottle of brandy she'd brought along with them. At the same time they went to speak again but Lawrence's voice was louder than her own as he took the bottle from her hands.
"Rich guys do that! Rich, celebrity idiots and the more they're liked the more assholey they are. They want all the young girls and have no respect and you just let your daughter walk into like, some trap or something. Good parenting, congrats!" he said and as if to emphasize it he shook the bottle in front of her. Her lip twisted and she snatched it away from him, taking a long swig from it and staring out of the window for several long moments. With one more swig and her head turned away she answered him quietly.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, Lawrence but you need to cool down. Get out and walk back to the hotel. We'll talk when you get there."
"Fine, maybe I will," he said with a shrug and as soon as he was in he was out. She sped off, the dust flying and sticking to his wet clothing and as he coughed it away he looked around and....quickly realized he had no idea where the hotel was from here. Padding down his pockets for his phone he soon realized he'd left it on the seat beside his mother and she was long gone now.
"...Damn it!" he cursed, kicking at the ground. Defeated, he was left beerless, phoneless, no ride, and lost in some dirty part of this ugly city that he decided then he hated more than he hated those shiny alligator-scaled shoes that rich old men liked to wear.
"Screw you, Icos El-Elron," he muttered, stuffing his hands into his wet pants pockets and started walking.
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