Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

Patricia Pat Hunter Yun tilted her head curiously. Not that she didn't know what a hotel was - well, that wasn't completely true. She had at least heard the definition a few times. As far as being in a hotel, though ... no. Most definitely not. And that was where Yun's reaction kicked in. Why'd he wanna take her to a hotel? Surely, this mansion was far better than any hotel Lawless could offer. Maybe not as private? she thought, her heart sinking slightly. I ... if you really want to, I ... please. I'd be honored. It took every bit of will to avoid narrowing her eyes. Albert wasn't exactly wrong , per se. But he wasn't dead on either. She just wanted to avoid any unwanted abuse, more than much else. Granted, Andreas was pleasantly surprising her. He was acting much more civil than she half-expected that was certainly a saving grace. Unless ... it was an act? Well ... that was why she was already expecting the worst, yet hoping for the best to come out of being given over to this young man. As Andreas began to walk away, she would follow him inside a different room, though not before having to go up some stairs. Sorry if this comes off as a bit bitter, but ... what's there to talk about? Yun shrugged before continuing, I suppose if I had to say anything, then I'm glad I'm not alone. Neither of us wanted this. That does make me feel a bit relieved. Even still ... you have a way out. I don't. I can't go home even if I wanted to. I can't really go anywhere ... Yun gulped as her voice trailed off. Her teeth quickly latching down on her lower lip as she turned around, her back now facing Andreas. You were the one whose birthday was today, yes? Someone's is, anyway. That's what I heard when the other group gave us over. A soft breath was elicited before she turned around. All of the women, including herself, had been put in what was essentially a nightgown. Any clothes they had originally worn prior to being captured was removed and .... likely sold, if Yun had to guess. She had no real idea, but by now, it really didn't matter. As she finished pivoting, Andreas would see her hands holding onto the hem ... and then her head tilt once more. ... You don't want me to strip? You ... really don't want this? That's not just a lie to make me feel fine? To say it was baffling was an understatement. It was very confusing. Why did he care so much? None of the others had before. What made him different? The fact he was maybe a year or two older than herself? Odd .. but maybe. It wasn't necessarily an impossible thought. Maybe ... music. I don't know if I should drink. I'm only sixteen. It had been an easy enough walk. Now, Alessandro and Pat both stood before Don Marco, whom was examining the invitation his son handed over. He'd only been staring for about five minutes, but it felt far longer. After slowly nodding, he looked up between his two comrades. They have been more cooperative over the past months. Maybe it would be wise to go instead of tossing this away like I'd normally consider doing. Alessandro nodded, his smile widening. I was favoring the idea of going also. Marco motioned for Alessandro to walk over beside him. He pulled his son forward, embracing him before giving his forehead a kiss. You do our Familigia proud. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Now then ... did they say anything as far as a preferred amount of guests? Not amount, but they half-jested on more women. Hmph. Half my ass. We just gave them one of our best shipments. If that doesn't satisfy them, too bad. The only woman who may even accompany us is one I'm never sharing. That made Alessandro blink. Wait ... are you saying ... you and mother ... ?? Given this is going to be Andreas' eighteenth birthday, very likely. It seems like an important occasion. As such, we should meet and accept this invitation with an equally powerful gesture. What could be more impressive than the two dons finally meeting on a civil note face-to-face? I mean ... that is true, of course. But what if it's a trap? I have considered it. I've just been trying to think on the more positive side. Marco nodded to Pat. How did he do this afternoon? Before Alessandro could reply, he saw his father move his head from side to side. I want to hear it from the lad himself. So, Pat? Pat took a moment to clear his throat, finally managing to nod. Fine, sir. I never got checked or anything. Now it was the don's turn to smirk. His arms rose, only to fall back atop his lap as he nodded towards Pat knowingly. Well then, my son, I'd say we have our back-up plan should this be a trap. That being said, here's the golden question will you accept that responsibility once more today, young Hunter? You can think on it if you want, you -- I appreciate it, Alessandro, but I'm fine. I'll accompany you that's what agreeing to this task entails. However ... I'll leave the negotiations and fancy talk to everyone else. None of that is my forte. Marco chuckled, seeming to respect and accept Pat's answer. That's more than fair enough. I fully intend to choose people who will be able to serve more than just an attendance role for this party. Pat? You're dismissed. I need to talk some more with my son. Eh? Why me? You know the members of our Familigia as well as myself. I want your input on whom we should -- Those were the last words Pat heard before quietly opening and closing the door to the don's study shut. Not that he wasn't curious, but he had already been told he could leave. If he wasn't needed, so be it. Besides, this would give him time to prepare. But first and foremost ... he wanted some lunch. Pat hadn't eaten since four to five hours ago something his stomach growling reminded him of. An embarrassed crimson hue quickly appeared on Pat's face as he turned, making a detour. His room could wait. Apparently, his stomach couldn't do the same. So he went, instead, to the kitchen.