Post by Reuben Slade on Jan 18, 2022 18:19:23 GMT
Tag: never make
DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE.
Slade was not one who frequented these gentlemen clubs without purpose. It was a good place to conduct business meetings, particularly ones that were well and fine to have in the public eye. But to engage in the more social aspect, conversing with the courtesans who entered, or having frivolous conversation . . . was not among Slade's interests. He had but a half filled drink for he did not over indulge either, and would remain present until it was complete. His meeting had already ended and his business associate had departed, off to enjoy the entertainments the establishment provided. Despite Slade's lacking interest in his environment, he was observant. Silently learning and absorbing all he could among the fellow gentlemen in the ton.
With his cane leaned against his chair, and his gloved hand curled around his drink, he took another sip as the boisterous sounds of the room filled the air. His guards were at the door awaiting his departure and he had half a mind to bring them in, despite the exclusivity of the club. Casually raising his eyes to look around him, he took notice of another male . . . one of familiarity but also, not one unwelcome. With the man not far, and Slade not being one to raise his voice, he spoke to bring the man's attention to his presence. "Mister Belmont," he greeted with the slightest of smiles. Slade's stoic nature ever remaining composed as he kept seated, the chair across from him vacant as the Crime Lord's gaze upon the other male silently invited him to join him . . . if he so desired.
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With his cane leaned against his chair, and his gloved hand curled around his drink, he took another sip as the boisterous sounds of the room filled the air. His guards were at the door awaiting his departure and he had half a mind to bring them in, despite the exclusivity of the club. Casually raising his eyes to look around him, he took notice of another male . . . one of familiarity but also, not one unwelcome. With the man not far, and Slade not being one to raise his voice, he spoke to bring the man's attention to his presence. "Mister Belmont," he greeted with the slightest of smiles. Slade's stoic nature ever remaining composed as he kept seated, the chair across from him vacant as the Crime Lord's gaze upon the other male silently invited him to join him . . . if he so desired.
