Sitting in McGuire’s, Kieran sipped slowly on a pint of their darkest lager. It had been his favorite since coming to America. Licking his lips a bit, he adjusted in his seat before turning around to see the rest of the pub. Though, as his onyx hues caught the sight of a jukebox, the faintest of smirks appeared on his rather blank expression. Walking over, he took the lager with him before he began to search through the songs.
Name: Kieran Price Name of slave: James “Jem” Samuels. Time (Two days-One week): One week. Do you agree that no permanent harm shall come to the slave?: Yes. Do you agree to submit to punishment should the slave get out of hand?: Yes. Signature:
Who do I have to blow this week for two of the more annoying asset to be taken well out of my hair for a full seven days? I mean, really, it must be my lucky day. I do hope I don’t kick the bucket later this evening and not get to enjoy a week of actual quiet in the Commons.
Consider this your receipt. We expect Mr. Samuels back in one week’s time, fully intact. Though, I doubt anyone would complain if you removed his vocal chords.
It was a long way from his room and he had completely zoned out when he was walking. How long had he been like that? An hour? Two, maybe? He had no fucking clue but he was sure as shit not going to let people have the upperhand while he wandered mindlessly. Shaking his head and moving to the garden, he pulled out his cigarettes and lit one once it had been placed between his lips. He wondered what had changed, hopefully nothing too major.
Kieran had been grieving, it having been the anniversary of his lover’s death. How long had it been? He didn’t know, it still felt as if it were yesterday. Sitting in the courtyard and trying to take in the semi-fresh air of New York’s breeze, he tried to calm himself down without growling at the nearest person. He dealt with too much over the years, his mind feeling as if he were snapping. But, right now, he found some solace in the peace that was some kind of nature. That’s when he heard footsteps, letting him know that someone was approaching. He didn’t say anything, only letting his eyes fluttering open and giving a slight nod in greeting.