(Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the Characters. Except Antoine. I'm only saying this once!)
It should have been simple. Quick, easy in, easy out. But it had gone wrong. He would pay for this...
"Damn us, hurry up!" Aidenn (or Twin One) shoved his other half towards the building. "Come on, we can feel her, can't we?"
"Yes, we can, but what if they're here? Have we thought of a bright idea for that yet?"
"No... But if we shut up for a second we will! Ok, look, if it goes wrong, we just ghost out, go back to the Merovingian, tell him we'll try tomorrow, and spend the rest of the day dodging Persephone." They shuddered as one.
"Oh, yeah, brilliant idea! In the meantime, they'll have picked her up, and then we'll never get her! Did we think of that, hmmmm?"
"No need to get upset. It won't happen, anyway. He told us this would be easy."
"Oh, so now we've started believing him?"
"No, but... No point in just standing around out here for the world to see us... Let's at least go in."
The building before which they stood had originally been a huge, lavishly furnished hotel for rich businessmen, where they could relax, soak in the hot tub, and wind down for a few days. But that had been a long time ago. It had, after nearly a quarter-century of disuse, been bought by a brilliant young entreupreneur, renovated into a high-end apartment building for the up-and-coming of the business world, and came complete with a doorman in uniform, a ditzy female receptionist (who all the female tenants found highly offensive) and live-in maid service.
They walked past the doorman, who took one look at them, and turned away quickly, thinking, 'Bodyguards. Definitely.' They continued past him to the receptionist, who was giving them looks that made them want to run. Far away. Fast.
"Ooooh!" She gushed, "Do you need a place to stay? There's room in my-"
"No!" They interrupted quickly, in perfect unison. "No," Adrian (or Twin 2) added, "We're looking for Miss Antoine."
The receptionist's face changed from a happy yellow to a pissed off, cheated red faster than a traffic light. "Oh. Well. She (and she spat this word in order to get it out of her mouth more quickly) is busy right now, and I have strict orders not to bother her... You can wait over..."
But it was too late. Adrian had spotted the bar (I've been asked to add that no, Adrian is not an alcoholic, he just enjoys partying, women and drinking more than his twin) . Aidenn groaned. "Oh, please, NO! No no no no no!" But it was to no avail. He simply continued no-ing as he was dragged off to the bar, watching the receptionist's spectacular pout. Finally, just before the entrance, Aidenn managed to dig his stiletto-heeled boots into the heavy maroon carpet and pulled Adrian to a stop. "Uh, no, bad idea! Remember what happened LAST time we got drunk? No. No! NO!" "Of course we do-well, actually, we don't... But we know what we've told us, and it sounded fun!" "Just to remind us, we ended up going nuts, killing everyone in the restaurant, which meant that WE had to kill about half the police force who came after us! Then, when we finally managed to drag us out of the place and back to the Merovingian's, we fell on our bed, and stayed there for THREE DAYS!" "Well, it hurt too much to move..." "In the meantime, we spent those three days avoiding Persephone and trying to raise funds for yet another dry cleaning bill..." But Adrian wasn't listening. He was laughing so hard that his jacket, vest and shirt were getting soaked by his tears of mirth. "Oh, hush! That sounds like fun! Come on!" "No! We are getting aggravated!" "No we aren't." He sounded amused. He tried pulling his twin out of the carpet, and in the end he was forced to scoop him up and carry him, thrashing, into the bar. Aidenn pulled out one of his various knives, and aimed a stab at his twin's shoulder. Adrian dodged, then ghosted when they were over a booth. This dumped Aidenn right into a seat, and Adrian sat opposite him. Aidenn just sat there, arms crossed, glowering. He relaxed just a tiny bit when the waiter came by, and he got his usual margarita. His twin ordered gin. Aidenn groaned. "Do we have to do that?" "Yes!".
What will happen in the next chapter?!
Will the "they" the twins keep refering to show up? (yes)
Will they end up killing each other? (no)
Will Adrian get drunk and kill everyone? (maybe)
Find out in... The next chapter!
It should have been simple. Quick, easy in, easy out. But it had gone wrong. He would pay for this...
"Damn us, hurry up!" Aidenn (or Twin One) shoved his other half towards the building. "Come on, we can feel her, can't we?"
"Yes, we can, but what if they're here? Have we thought of a bright idea for that yet?"
"No... But if we shut up for a second we will! Ok, look, if it goes wrong, we just ghost out, go back to the Merovingian, tell him we'll try tomorrow, and spend the rest of the day dodging Persephone." They shuddered as one.
"Oh, yeah, brilliant idea! In the meantime, they'll have picked her up, and then we'll never get her! Did we think of that, hmmmm?"
"No need to get upset. It won't happen, anyway. He told us this would be easy."
"Oh, so now we've started believing him?"
"No, but... No point in just standing around out here for the world to see us... Let's at least go in."
The building before which they stood had originally been a huge, lavishly furnished hotel for rich businessmen, where they could relax, soak in the hot tub, and wind down for a few days. But that had been a long time ago. It had, after nearly a quarter-century of disuse, been bought by a brilliant young entreupreneur, renovated into a high-end apartment building for the up-and-coming of the business world, and came complete with a doorman in uniform, a ditzy female receptionist (who all the female tenants found highly offensive) and live-in maid service.
They walked past the doorman, who took one look at them, and turned away quickly, thinking, 'Bodyguards. Definitely.' They continued past him to the receptionist, who was giving them looks that made them want to run. Far away. Fast.
"Ooooh!" She gushed, "Do you need a place to stay? There's room in my-"
"No!" They interrupted quickly, in perfect unison. "No," Adrian (or Twin 2) added, "We're looking for Miss Antoine."
The receptionist's face changed from a happy yellow to a pissed off, cheated red faster than a traffic light. "Oh. Well. She (and she spat this word in order to get it out of her mouth more quickly) is busy right now, and I have strict orders not to bother her... You can wait over..."
But it was too late. Adrian had spotted the bar (I've been asked to add that no, Adrian is not an alcoholic, he just enjoys partying, women and drinking more than his twin) . Aidenn groaned. "Oh, please, NO! No no no no no!" But it was to no avail. He simply continued no-ing as he was dragged off to the bar, watching the receptionist's spectacular pout. Finally, just before the entrance, Aidenn managed to dig his stiletto-heeled boots into the heavy maroon carpet and pulled Adrian to a stop. "Uh, no, bad idea! Remember what happened LAST time we got drunk? No. No! NO!" "Of course we do-well, actually, we don't... But we know what we've told us, and it sounded fun!" "Just to remind us, we ended up going nuts, killing everyone in the restaurant, which meant that WE had to kill about half the police force who came after us! Then, when we finally managed to drag us out of the place and back to the Merovingian's, we fell on our bed, and stayed there for THREE DAYS!" "Well, it hurt too much to move..." "In the meantime, we spent those three days avoiding Persephone and trying to raise funds for yet another dry cleaning bill..." But Adrian wasn't listening. He was laughing so hard that his jacket, vest and shirt were getting soaked by his tears of mirth. "Oh, hush! That sounds like fun! Come on!" "No! We are getting aggravated!" "No we aren't." He sounded amused. He tried pulling his twin out of the carpet, and in the end he was forced to scoop him up and carry him, thrashing, into the bar. Aidenn pulled out one of his various knives, and aimed a stab at his twin's shoulder. Adrian dodged, then ghosted when they were over a booth. This dumped Aidenn right into a seat, and Adrian sat opposite him. Aidenn just sat there, arms crossed, glowering. He relaxed just a tiny bit when the waiter came by, and he got his usual margarita. His twin ordered gin. Aidenn groaned. "Do we have to do that?" "Yes!".
What will happen in the next chapter?!
Will the "they" the twins keep refering to show up? (yes)
Will they end up killing each other? (no)
Will Adrian get drunk and kill everyone? (maybe)
Find out in... The next chapter!
