None of the others seemed to notice that no Pizza had been bought, as Adrian had just driven 'home' in a huff, but Antoine had. Besides, the Twins seemed to be taking a very long time getting back. Finally, after about an hour, she finally decided to find the kitchen herself.
"I'm going to get something to eat!" She yelled, because she doubted that her companion's minds were really in the room, let alone paying attention to her.
Trinity surprised her by looking up from Neo and saying, "But, the Twins... They said not to..."
Antoine, who was still pissed at Adrian for his little 'accident' in the movie store, said, "Oh, screw them! I don't care!" and she, too, stormed off. Unfortunately, she had no idea where she was going, and soon found herself lost in the many halls of the Chateau. After about fifteen minutes, however, she found what appeared to be the funny little box that, when the restaurant was open, contained the funny little man who had smirked at the Twins. 'Ok,' she thought, 'Good. If this is the restaurant, the kitchen must be nearby, right? That only makes sense...' She wandered some more, until she came to a little side door. 'This looks promising. Smells like food, and the restaurant is closed...' (A/N: Mmmm, please note: she is still in her spaghetti strap 'n' stuff, and about twenty... That's sorta important...)
What she didn't know was that tonight was an unusual one for the restaurant, in that it was open late for a sort of gathering of the Merovingian's (male, mostly program) friends. All of who were old. And had very young wives, or were looking for young wives... You can probably see where this is going...
She shoved open the door, not bothering to do it slowly. After all, it was just the kitchen, and she had her knives, after all. Her mouth fell open. A roomful of men met her eyes. And they were all looking at her with expressions that could only be described as 'carnal'. She appeared to be on some sort of stage... or a dais... She could barely hold in a shriek when she realized where she was. This was the restaurant. She was standing on the Merovingian's dais. He was, too, and watching her just like the others. Persephone was strangely absent. She couldn't ghost. She started to shiver, and turned to go back out the door. Before she could, however, the Merovingian seemed to recover from his shock, and patted the seat beside him. Persephone's seat. She shook her head violently, her eyes wide.
"Ah, don't be that way, Cherie! Come, sit with me, and enjoy yourself. Forget the Twins..." His voice was hypnotic, but she shook her head again to clear it, and turned. This time when he spoke, it was full of underlying danger. 'He's embarrassed. He has me, this young beauty, wandering around, and he doesn't want it to appear that I'm not under his control...' She thought, but immediately afterward she thought 'If I don't go now, he'll kill me. I have no choice...' She walked, slowly, towards him, trying to imagine herself somewhere, anywhere, else. 'Next to Aidenn...' she thought, idly... She had reached him. She was so close that she could smell his Cologne, a heavy, masculine scent. 'The Twins smell better...' Thought Antoine, wishing that that part of her brain would just shut up. He patted the chair again, watching her...
***
(The same time, Persephone's secret suite)
Fortunately for Aidenn (and for our younger/more easily disturbed readers), because it was still only about 8:45, Persephone had not yet begun the, er... main event...
Adrian was madder than he had ever been, even madder than the time Aidenn had had a little ghosting 'accident' and gotten stuck. In a wall. Literally. He had then been forced to listen to the Merovingian's laughter whenever he saw either of them. For six months after. He was nearly running down the hall, occasionally emitting coherent speech, things like "Antoine... Boyfriend... Jail... Persephone!" But mostly "DIE!" He finally approached the Dreaded Room of Death, attacked the lock with the butt of a knife. The lock had the sense to give up the fight quickly. Adrian found himself looking into a horrible, hot, red room occupied by a startled Persephone, and his petrified Twin, both sitting on a large, red bed. Aidenn leapt up and ran, gibbering, to his Twin. Adrian held him, glowering at Persephone. She looked like she had just recieved Halloween two days in a row. Adrian managed to snarl, fast, "No. If you come NEAR us for the rest of the night we swear we'll kill you we don't care about the consequences get away from the door!"
She looked scadalized, but moved away. Adrian, with Aidenn leaning on him, left. As soon as he had heard the door shut behind him, Adrian stopped to examine his Twin. Aidenn was panting heavily, almost hyperventilating, his eyes were enormous, his shades and trench were missing, and he was so disturbed he was even trying to escape his brother.
"Shhhhh..." Adrian tried to 'talk him down', making him relax and recognize it.
"Help... Persephone... Room... *sob*" Aidenn managed to gasp. Adrian began to lead him back to their suite. He really would have loved to avoid Aidenn's next words being "Antoine..." before he fell silent. Adrian began to fume. He stomped back to the suite, placed his Twin on a spare couch, and looked around.
"Where... is... that...GIRL??!!" He had actually lost most of his ghosty pallor, and was nearly red. The last thing in the Matrix he wanted to do now was go chasing after that demon in code form...
Niobe looked up from her Morpheus-watching. "Oh, her? She went to get a snack just after you left, she hasn't been back since."
Trying to ignore his Twin's pleading look, Adrian suddenly remembered something. "Um, Aidenn?"
His Twin, looking a little better, said "Yeah, what?"
"We know that... Thing? That the Merovingian was planning?"
"Yeah..."
"That was tonight, wasn't it?"
"What's our... Oh, SHIT!!! Go. Get. Her. That. PERV!!!! She's our-"
"Responsiblity?" Adrian cut in, hopefully. Aidenn's look told him that that wasn't exactly what he had meant, but he did owe her that much. With a long suffering sigh he spun on his heel and headed upstairs to the restaurant.
"Hmmm," said Aidenn, "Wonder if we'll all ever be in the room again so we can watch these mo- TITANIC?" He *dinged* his Twin. 'Adrian? TITANIC???!!! :0 Is there something we should know?' 'No! It's for Neo and Trinity... Now shut up and let us think!' 'Jeez, somebody's a grumpy-wumpy! Dwoes da widdle gwumpy-wumpy need a hwug?' He snickered as he felt his Twin close the connection and sensed his rage. Then he settled back on the couch. His work was done.
***
Adrian was sure, by this time, that he must be setting anger records. He ran, most undignified for him, down the hall, slammed the main restaurant door open, crashed past all the Merovingian's astonished friends, leapt onto the dais and grabbed Antoine so roughly her chair fell over. The Merovingian's eyes bulged, but he must have sensed the danger behind his guard's eyes, and he waved them away. Adrian pulled her away through the back door she had entered by, leaving a chaotic scene behind him.
***
"Ah good!" Aidenn said, delighted, "We're back! Now we can start the movie!" Adrian just glowered at him, dumped Antoine on the couch next to Aidenn, and stormed off to the bedroom. "Ah, don't mind us. We'll be back soon, we just need to be alone for a while. We can start the movie without us." While the others (except for Antoine) were decyphering this, he stuck the movie into their new, hightech DVD player. (A/N: Suffice to say that they watch the movie, Adrian comes back after about half an hour, and all goes fairly well, until...)
"Oh, hey, Adrian?" "Yes?" "What happened to our stash of pop, do we still have it?" "Yup, we should, unless we drank it all..." "Could we go get it? Pleeeeze?" "Oh, we hate that sad puppy face... Fine." He returned with a large cooler full of all kinds of pop.
After Neo and Morpheus have a few cokes each, they get REALLY, REALLY hyper, much to the annoyance of Trinity, Niobe and the Twins. Eventually they get so hyper they begin a full scale pop war, but most of the pop seems to end up in...
"OUR HAIR!!!" Shrieked Aidenn, "It-it's..." "Ruined!" His Twin finished, patting him. "Ok, don't panic!" His Twin looked close to tears. Neo and Morpheus sat down, hiding their two-litre bottles behind them. "Don't worry, it's still early, we'll call our stylist now... We can make an appointment for the morning." "We have to wait that long?" "Er, yes... But don't worry, we'll get our nails done at the same time, okay?" Aidenn stared at Antoine. "We could get her dreads and a manicure, too..." "If. We. Must." "Oh, we do..." Aidenn appeared oblivious to his Twin's annoyance, and smiled at her.
They tried to go back to the movie, but between Neo and Morpheus' nearly continuous giggling, and Niobe and Trinity's shushing, it didn't last long.
"So," said Antoine, "As I mentioned earlier, sleeping arrangements?"
"Yes. Well. We have two couches. Obviously, Neo and Trinity will have one, and Morpheus and Niobe will have the other..." Aidenn broke off.
Niobe looked ecstatic, but Morpheus looked thoughtful. "Er," he said, "These ARE hide-a-beds, right?"
"Nope. But you're just gonna have to sleep with her. It won't kill you." Adrian smirked.
"What about me? I'm NOT sleeping with them. Isn't there another couch or something?"
"Well..." Aidenn gave his best 'come hither' look, "There IS our bed, of course-"
"NOT!" Added his Twin. "No! Out of the question! We forbid it!"
"Hey, we don't share a bed, we can't control us. We'll do what we want." Antoine was now the Twins' age, about thirty. She followed Aidenn into the bedroom, leaving Adrian to stand, mouth open, to watch Neo and Trinity strip, and Morpheus to take up as little room (fully clothed) on the couch...
"I'm going to get something to eat!" She yelled, because she doubted that her companion's minds were really in the room, let alone paying attention to her.
Trinity surprised her by looking up from Neo and saying, "But, the Twins... They said not to..."
Antoine, who was still pissed at Adrian for his little 'accident' in the movie store, said, "Oh, screw them! I don't care!" and she, too, stormed off. Unfortunately, she had no idea where she was going, and soon found herself lost in the many halls of the Chateau. After about fifteen minutes, however, she found what appeared to be the funny little box that, when the restaurant was open, contained the funny little man who had smirked at the Twins. 'Ok,' she thought, 'Good. If this is the restaurant, the kitchen must be nearby, right? That only makes sense...' She wandered some more, until she came to a little side door. 'This looks promising. Smells like food, and the restaurant is closed...' (A/N: Mmmm, please note: she is still in her spaghetti strap 'n' stuff, and about twenty... That's sorta important...)
What she didn't know was that tonight was an unusual one for the restaurant, in that it was open late for a sort of gathering of the Merovingian's (male, mostly program) friends. All of who were old. And had very young wives, or were looking for young wives... You can probably see where this is going...
She shoved open the door, not bothering to do it slowly. After all, it was just the kitchen, and she had her knives, after all. Her mouth fell open. A roomful of men met her eyes. And they were all looking at her with expressions that could only be described as 'carnal'. She appeared to be on some sort of stage... or a dais... She could barely hold in a shriek when she realized where she was. This was the restaurant. She was standing on the Merovingian's dais. He was, too, and watching her just like the others. Persephone was strangely absent. She couldn't ghost. She started to shiver, and turned to go back out the door. Before she could, however, the Merovingian seemed to recover from his shock, and patted the seat beside him. Persephone's seat. She shook her head violently, her eyes wide.
"Ah, don't be that way, Cherie! Come, sit with me, and enjoy yourself. Forget the Twins..." His voice was hypnotic, but she shook her head again to clear it, and turned. This time when he spoke, it was full of underlying danger. 'He's embarrassed. He has me, this young beauty, wandering around, and he doesn't want it to appear that I'm not under his control...' She thought, but immediately afterward she thought 'If I don't go now, he'll kill me. I have no choice...' She walked, slowly, towards him, trying to imagine herself somewhere, anywhere, else. 'Next to Aidenn...' she thought, idly... She had reached him. She was so close that she could smell his Cologne, a heavy, masculine scent. 'The Twins smell better...' Thought Antoine, wishing that that part of her brain would just shut up. He patted the chair again, watching her...
***
(The same time, Persephone's secret suite)
Fortunately for Aidenn (and for our younger/more easily disturbed readers), because it was still only about 8:45, Persephone had not yet begun the, er... main event...
Adrian was madder than he had ever been, even madder than the time Aidenn had had a little ghosting 'accident' and gotten stuck. In a wall. Literally. He had then been forced to listen to the Merovingian's laughter whenever he saw either of them. For six months after. He was nearly running down the hall, occasionally emitting coherent speech, things like "Antoine... Boyfriend... Jail... Persephone!" But mostly "DIE!" He finally approached the Dreaded Room of Death, attacked the lock with the butt of a knife. The lock had the sense to give up the fight quickly. Adrian found himself looking into a horrible, hot, red room occupied by a startled Persephone, and his petrified Twin, both sitting on a large, red bed. Aidenn leapt up and ran, gibbering, to his Twin. Adrian held him, glowering at Persephone. She looked like she had just recieved Halloween two days in a row. Adrian managed to snarl, fast, "No. If you come NEAR us for the rest of the night we swear we'll kill you we don't care about the consequences get away from the door!"
She looked scadalized, but moved away. Adrian, with Aidenn leaning on him, left. As soon as he had heard the door shut behind him, Adrian stopped to examine his Twin. Aidenn was panting heavily, almost hyperventilating, his eyes were enormous, his shades and trench were missing, and he was so disturbed he was even trying to escape his brother.
"Shhhhh..." Adrian tried to 'talk him down', making him relax and recognize it.
"Help... Persephone... Room... *sob*" Aidenn managed to gasp. Adrian began to lead him back to their suite. He really would have loved to avoid Aidenn's next words being "Antoine..." before he fell silent. Adrian began to fume. He stomped back to the suite, placed his Twin on a spare couch, and looked around.
"Where... is... that...GIRL??!!" He had actually lost most of his ghosty pallor, and was nearly red. The last thing in the Matrix he wanted to do now was go chasing after that demon in code form...
Niobe looked up from her Morpheus-watching. "Oh, her? She went to get a snack just after you left, she hasn't been back since."
Trying to ignore his Twin's pleading look, Adrian suddenly remembered something. "Um, Aidenn?"
His Twin, looking a little better, said "Yeah, what?"
"We know that... Thing? That the Merovingian was planning?"
"Yeah..."
"That was tonight, wasn't it?"
"What's our... Oh, SHIT!!! Go. Get. Her. That. PERV!!!! She's our-"
"Responsiblity?" Adrian cut in, hopefully. Aidenn's look told him that that wasn't exactly what he had meant, but he did owe her that much. With a long suffering sigh he spun on his heel and headed upstairs to the restaurant.
"Hmmm," said Aidenn, "Wonder if we'll all ever be in the room again so we can watch these mo- TITANIC?" He *dinged* his Twin. 'Adrian? TITANIC???!!! :0 Is there something we should know?' 'No! It's for Neo and Trinity... Now shut up and let us think!' 'Jeez, somebody's a grumpy-wumpy! Dwoes da widdle gwumpy-wumpy need a hwug?' He snickered as he felt his Twin close the connection and sensed his rage. Then he settled back on the couch. His work was done.
***
Adrian was sure, by this time, that he must be setting anger records. He ran, most undignified for him, down the hall, slammed the main restaurant door open, crashed past all the Merovingian's astonished friends, leapt onto the dais and grabbed Antoine so roughly her chair fell over. The Merovingian's eyes bulged, but he must have sensed the danger behind his guard's eyes, and he waved them away. Adrian pulled her away through the back door she had entered by, leaving a chaotic scene behind him.
***
"Ah good!" Aidenn said, delighted, "We're back! Now we can start the movie!" Adrian just glowered at him, dumped Antoine on the couch next to Aidenn, and stormed off to the bedroom. "Ah, don't mind us. We'll be back soon, we just need to be alone for a while. We can start the movie without us." While the others (except for Antoine) were decyphering this, he stuck the movie into their new, hightech DVD player. (A/N: Suffice to say that they watch the movie, Adrian comes back after about half an hour, and all goes fairly well, until...)
"Oh, hey, Adrian?" "Yes?" "What happened to our stash of pop, do we still have it?" "Yup, we should, unless we drank it all..." "Could we go get it? Pleeeeze?" "Oh, we hate that sad puppy face... Fine." He returned with a large cooler full of all kinds of pop.
After Neo and Morpheus have a few cokes each, they get REALLY, REALLY hyper, much to the annoyance of Trinity, Niobe and the Twins. Eventually they get so hyper they begin a full scale pop war, but most of the pop seems to end up in...
"OUR HAIR!!!" Shrieked Aidenn, "It-it's..." "Ruined!" His Twin finished, patting him. "Ok, don't panic!" His Twin looked close to tears. Neo and Morpheus sat down, hiding their two-litre bottles behind them. "Don't worry, it's still early, we'll call our stylist now... We can make an appointment for the morning." "We have to wait that long?" "Er, yes... But don't worry, we'll get our nails done at the same time, okay?" Aidenn stared at Antoine. "We could get her dreads and a manicure, too..." "If. We. Must." "Oh, we do..." Aidenn appeared oblivious to his Twin's annoyance, and smiled at her.
They tried to go back to the movie, but between Neo and Morpheus' nearly continuous giggling, and Niobe and Trinity's shushing, it didn't last long.
"So," said Antoine, "As I mentioned earlier, sleeping arrangements?"
"Yes. Well. We have two couches. Obviously, Neo and Trinity will have one, and Morpheus and Niobe will have the other..." Aidenn broke off.
Niobe looked ecstatic, but Morpheus looked thoughtful. "Er," he said, "These ARE hide-a-beds, right?"
"Nope. But you're just gonna have to sleep with her. It won't kill you." Adrian smirked.
"What about me? I'm NOT sleeping with them. Isn't there another couch or something?"
"Well..." Aidenn gave his best 'come hither' look, "There IS our bed, of course-"
"NOT!" Added his Twin. "No! Out of the question! We forbid it!"
"Hey, we don't share a bed, we can't control us. We'll do what we want." Antoine was now the Twins' age, about thirty. She followed Aidenn into the bedroom, leaving Adrian to stand, mouth open, to watch Neo and Trinity strip, and Morpheus to take up as little room (fully clothed) on the couch...
