lune has taken them to manila bay for lunch at a restaurant where the maitre'd knows him by name and bottle of chilled red wine is brought to the table within a few seconds of their being seated.
"good to be the boss, huh?" edmund had said.
"oh, i don't own or manage this place at all. they just know me," lune had replied vaguely, as the waiter filled his glass first.
and now, after swallowing his mouthful of grilled swordfish, he says, "i'm perfectly aware of your situation, edmund. lucy has told me many things, you told me more than she did, and my people told me the rest."
peter and edmund exchange glances. then edmund, disguising annoyance as curiosity: "so why did you just tell me to tell you what happened?"
"so i can eat my food," says lune. "i love grilled seafood and i despise awkward silences."
"you should write that in a personal ad," corin mutters.
"hush you," lune says dispassionately, not breaking eye contact with edmund.
"so," peter ventures, "you know how bongo really--"
"and i know why." lune gives him a pointed look. peter rolls his eyes, looks away.
then lune says, "so?"
edmund says, "so what?"
lune spears cauliflower with his fork. "so what now? what are you boys doing about this?"
"this is what we're doing about this," edmund snaps. "flying to the philippines, meeting you. fleeing the jaws of death. drinking your rum and getting taken out to fancy restaurants, fuck's sake, did i miss anything, pete?"
lune says, "that was going to be my next question."
peter jumps in, "lune, cut the crap, okay? look, our families go way back, and you still owe us from that thing with the guy in that place. this is edmund, all right, and this is me, but not for long if the patrisos get to us."
"what he said!" edmund imparts.
"my dear boy," says lune, "i have no crap to cut with you. you must forgive my circumlocution -- it tends to stay with me after a particularly weighty business negotiation."
"yes, weighty situations," edmund mutters. "lots of weighty situations going around."
"the mcmanus brothers?" corin suggests at his father, who shakes his head.
"too explosive," says lune. "they are a last resort."
"we are," peter points out, "kind of in a 'last resort' situation."
edmund frowns. "who are the mcmanus brothers?"
lune goes, "ha! those fuckers. where to begin."
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when susan finally comes to, she realizes the following things in the following order: 1) her head HURTS; 2) her foot is asleep; 3) the ground is very cold; 4) her hands and feet are bound; 5) she is gagged.
she is gagged with a silk tie, and it smells like acqua di gio.
miraz.
"i had thought you an intelligent woman, susan, but i see i thought wrong," comes miraz's voice from somewhere behind her. it's dark and she can barely see anything. "i thought you enjoyed our coffee as much as i did, so why you were sneaking around my office, i don't know. but doubtless i'll find out."
she lets herself think just for one second, maybe two, that she maybe she should've brought caspian along after all.
"at least my good-for-nothing nephew isn't with you this time."
susan, knowing it's completely inappropriate to do so, grins into armani silk. at least she and miraz can still agree on some things.
the lack of further pornings heretofore is due to the fact that whenever i've been working on this, i've been in public computer labs. sigh :(
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"hmm," lune nods, chewing thoughtfully.
lune has taken them to manila bay for lunch at a restaurant where the maitre'd knows him by name and bottle of chilled red wine is brought to the table within a few seconds of their being seated.
"good to be the boss, huh?" edmund had said.
"oh, i don't own or manage this place at all. they just know me," lune had replied vaguely, as the waiter filled his glass first.
and now, after swallowing his mouthful of grilled swordfish, he says, "i'm perfectly aware of your situation, edmund. lucy has told me many things, you told me more than she did, and my people told me the rest."
peter and edmund exchange glances. then edmund, disguising annoyance as curiosity: "so why did you just tell me to tell you what happened?"
"so i can eat my food," says lune. "i love grilled seafood and i despise awkward silences."
"you should write that in a personal ad," corin mutters.
"hush you," lune says dispassionately, not breaking eye contact with edmund.
"so," peter ventures, "you know how bongo really--"
"and i know why." lune gives him a pointed look. peter rolls his eyes, looks away.
then lune says, "so?"
edmund says, "so what?"
lune spears cauliflower with his fork. "so what now? what are you boys doing about this?"
"this is what we're doing about this," edmund snaps. "flying to the philippines, meeting you. fleeing the jaws of death. drinking your rum and getting taken out to fancy restaurants, fuck's sake, did i miss anything, pete?"
lune says, "that was going to be my next question."
peter jumps in, "lune, cut the crap, okay? look, our families go way back, and you still owe us from that thing with the guy in that place. this is edmund, all right, and this is me, but not for long if the patrisos get to us."
"what he said!" edmund imparts.
"my dear boy," says lune, "i have no crap to cut with you. you must forgive my circumlocution -- it tends to stay with me after a particularly weighty business negotiation."
"yes, weighty situations," edmund mutters. "lots of weighty situations going around."
"the mcmanus brothers?" corin suggests at his father, who shakes his head.
"too explosive," says lune. "they are a last resort."
"we are," peter points out, "kind of in a 'last resort' situation."
edmund frowns. "who are the mcmanus brothers?"
lune goes, "ha! those fuckers. where to begin."
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when susan finally comes to, she realizes the following things in the following order: 1) her head HURTS; 2) her foot is asleep; 3) the ground is very cold; 4) her hands and feet are bound; 5) she is gagged.
she is gagged with a silk tie, and it smells like acqua di gio.
miraz.
"i had thought you an intelligent woman, susan, but i see i thought wrong," comes miraz's voice from somewhere behind her. it's dark and she can barely see anything. "i thought you enjoyed our coffee as much as i did, so why you were sneaking around my office, i don't know. but doubtless i'll find out."
she lets herself think just for one second, maybe two, that she maybe she should've brought caspian along after all.
"at least my good-for-nothing nephew isn't with you this time."
susan, knowing it's completely inappropriate to do so, grins into armani silk. at least she and miraz can still agree on some things.
the lack of further pornings heretofore is due to the fact that whenever i've been working on this, i've been in public computer labs. sigh :(