Thread: Lingering Thoughts (attn:Anyone 12-16)

Massimo enters Bacchus in his usual style and goes directly to the bar. He takes a seat and orders a Glass of Wine and a Double Scotch on the Rocks. Once the drinks are delivered he turns to see the usual revelry this local offers. So many predators in the immediate area and these people would never be the wiser. Yet it is by their hand we perish the most. Whether it be at the hands of the hunters or by idiots whom breach the Masquerade. He gently sniffs his wine before talking a sip while thinking about all the people he had lost in his life and who is still around.

No matter what happens i know Mirella will be here for me. She was the first one to ever care about me and she will be the last one on my dying day.

He lifts his glass and gently whispers,

"For you, my beautiful Mirella. May the beauty and Grace of your presence join me sooner than later."

With that he takes a swig of his scotch and sits back to watch the humans enjoy themselves.

She watched as they spent a night of luxury, rolling her eyes at the thought, 'Luxury used to be so different, they treat this luxury like it is their given right to do this now, and not something they earned,' she laughed, a little too loudly, remembering that times had changed so much that these people had probably not earned it, 'Their fathers, mothers, great aunts or uncles... these people never seem to earn things through their own toil,' she took a rather large drink of the wine.

Pulling her cigarette holder out of her purse she smiled, 'And now they say these things will kill you,' she laughed bitterly as she lit the cigarette, putting the holder lightly to her lips, trying not to smudge the small, black skull-and-bones.

Looking around afforded her nothing more interesting than seeing one of the 'young' men from previous evenings, 'And yet I never remember their names... I blame you Pierre, proof that men will always wander and be unfaithful.'

As Massimo sat there he began to feel an eye upon him. He pulls out a Silver and Black Container from his jacket pocket. As he opens it there is an assortment of Cigarettes. He pulls out a Clove and lights the gentle blend before inhaling deeply. Whilst Exhaling he peers around the bar and finds the source of the gaze. It was the woman from the other night. She had seemed interesting enough and she was a breath of fresh air.

I am so tired of people being false around me. I do wish more were like this one here, with the courage to be herself no matter the consequences.

Massimo lifts his glass slightly in her direction and gives a curt nod never removing his own piercing gaze from her. She had a very obvious beauty about her but there was more under the surface. From what he had seen the prior night she must have gone through some ordeal to force a barrier such as hers. Maybe one day he would find out but for now it is best to let this beautiful rose's thorns rest lest they find a new home within my breast.

Lisette stood and sauntered over to the young man, 'Maximus, Machismo... I never get names straight the first time... ah well, maybe next time,' she smiled as drew near his table, "I don't suppose you'd like a little company here?" she looked slightly hopeful, though resigned to rejection.

Massimo watched as the woman whom had caught his eye at the court approached with the grace he had seldom seen. Once again she had the skull and crossbones on her lips. He listened to the words roll off of her tongue and witnessed the gentle movements of her lips to enunciate the words. After she was done he lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles before saying,

"Of course Lisette. I would never turn down the company of such a beautiful woman. How does the night fare you?"

Lisette smiled, "It sees me well and in a small amount of gaiety," she sat, looking out over the people, "Do you ever wonder if you would have been as normal as they?" her gaze bore an intensity for truth, not just what she wanted to hear.

Massimo looks out to the small crowd and his eyes flash an intense amount of emotional pain before he sobered and said softly,

"The thing that strikes me is that they do not understand nor appreciate the freedom they are given. Had i stayed as i was i would never be able to frolic such as they. I only had one purpose in life and anything outside of that was not allowed and i was beaten for it."

Massimo lifted his scotch to take another drink before returning his gaze to Lisette.

"When it comes to Normality i believe Jean Dubuffet had it right when he said 'For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.' I just wonder why since they know their lives are so finite do they waste their lives on petty things such as Arguments. They should enjoy the life they are given and make sure that at the end they have things they regret. As long as they do not have the regret of an unlived life."

Lisette's smile grew, 'Finally. Someone who will actually attempt an intelligent conversation; speaking not drivel, but observations,' she chuckled, "I believe they argue to show each other who is the better person in life, they feel they must always prove they are the top of the chain."

She shifted in the black fur coat, "Such lives they lead though, some act as if they will live forever, some as if they will die tomorrow in some freak tragedy; I never remember people acting like this in Ireland, everyone I knew scraped by, always fighting, or drinking," she threw her head back, laughing.

Massimo looked into Lisette's eye's and said,

"I envy that. The only interaction i had where something was not demanded of me or beaten out of me was when i tried to escape. And even that ended in my being beaten. This is why I can never understand when those of us Whine and complain about our 'condition'. I am content with remaining such as i am, why can't they be? Honestly, If they find existing such a burden then they know how to end it."