Love And Preferences
The first half of today's quote is by Henry Kissinger.
'Power is an aphrodisiac. Which explains why I'm not getting any.'
Pegasus gasped as he stared down at the beige T-shirt in his hands. He sniffed disdainfully. "As if I'd ever want anyone but my Cecelia," he said haughtily. Then his face fell and his eyes started tearing up. "Cecelia…" he moaned mournfully.
Croquet pointedly did not watch his boss. He'd seen it hundreds of times before: Pegasus J. Crawford crying buckets over his dead fiancé. Eternal love was all well and good, but the man had driven himself literally crazy over the late Cecelia Crawford, and Croquet was sure the woman wouldn't have wanted that.
Of course, he still couldn't work out how any woman could fall for a man with such an obsession with that damn rabbit.
His loyalty to Pegasus prompting him to check on his boss, he snuck a peak from the corner of his eye. Grimacing as he saw that Pegasus had buried his face and his hands was now weeping into that insulting T-shirt and soaking it with his tears, he decided his best course of action was a strategic retreat.
Before Pegasus decided he wanted to drown his sorrows in his wine and started singing those maudlin love songs.
Croquet felt a shiver dance up his spine as he slipped from the room. The man could not carry a tune. And Croquet was very thankful he'd invested in a pair of extra-strength earplugs so he wouldn't have to put up with his boss' awful attempts to serenade his lost love.
He'd much rather wear that blasted rabbit suit for Pegasus' amusement than listen to him sing.