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Episode Forty: VulnerableSide by side they sat, for at least an hour viewing the party in silence like spectators named Buffy and Todd at a golf game. That was if you didn’t notice Sebastian swigging straight from the bottle of champagne and the dazed look on both their faces.She stood. "Please apologize to your sister, this is such a mess and now there’s probably grass stains on it too, soon I’ll have to sign my life over just to repay your family," "Want to go get a burger or something? I’m starved; I’m kind of in the mood for something simple, you know," Sebastian announced quite rapidly. Avalon studied him judgmentally; as usual she couldn’t get past the handsome face or the mannequin clothes. "Simple. Well, maybe for you, but I’m nothing like you," Bas caught up with her as she began walking away. "You’re nothing like me-" She turned, staring him down. "Was that a question? No, I’m nothing like you; I don’t understand why you people can’t make your own beds when my mother feels guilty for lying in hers, and... And look around if I had one tenth of what you-" He was aggravated and pointed the bottle towards a swarthy looking man with slicked back hair. "You see down there, my sainted mother standing next to that guy, he’s one of my father’s investors and one of who knows how many of my mother’s lovers." Ava couldn’t conceal her astonishment; couldn’t- when the panic suddenly hit him he grabbed her by the shoulders. "Avalon you’ve got to swear you won’t tell anyone, not even Bowie, my father- I’m so stupid." |
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