Seems like so much has happened since I last made an entry. I’ll try and catch up from where I last left off.
Scott took Sandy home, and I had gone to lay down and take a nap. Unfortunately, it wasn’t very restful, as I had nightmares. They were about the man I killed, as well as killings from my books. I see myself as the killer – but the most disturbing thing is the gleeful smile on my face. After I wake up, I talk a little with Danielle, and then the doorbell rings. I open it to find a women in a uniform akin to that of a bellhop, and she begins singing and tap dancing. The message is simple enough – Madeline, the Toreador we met when we went to Elysium, and the second-in-command to the Prince, is going to be paying a visit that evening. Danielle and I set about cleaning the entire house and trying to figure out what to do about Scott’s friends who are slated to be by that evening.
Scott’s buddy Donnie is the first to arrive, and he starts flirting with me, and I flirt back a little bit. Why not, right? Anyway, as the guys arrive, I let them know that Donovan has a “date” tonight, and to please be on their best behaviour. I go to get changed into something nicer for when Madeline arrives, then wake Donovan and inform him of what’s going on that evening. He and I converse a little bit, and for funsies I drop Donnie my business card while he’s gaming with the others.
About 9:30 the doorbell rings and I answer. It’s Madeline. She and Donovan head into the dining room, and I act as a go-between of sorts, fetching drinks and snacks for Scott and his friends, so that multiple people aren’t interrupting Donovan and Madeline. After a little while, maybe half an hour, Donovan pulls Scott away for a minute to talk (I don’t find this out until later, but Madeline wants to “borrow” Scott for a date to a charity event the following evening).
While the two of them are talking, I just barely notice Burtowski trying to sneak off to see Madeline and hit on her. I shoot him down, get him to sit again, and he makes a remark about her looking too old. Shortly after Donovan gets back to Madeline with Scott’s answer, Madeline gets up to leave, pausing to whisper something to Bru as she does, and he looks positively frightened – however no amount of coaxing will get him to reveal what she said.
Once she’s gone, Donovan hangs out with the guys, and I hang out with Danielle, ultimately deciding to go out to my cabin. Once there, she goes off to run around, and I am able to reach zen level meditation (finally!) and relax. When she gets back we have some tea and talk – I find out how she came to be acquired by Donovan. Essentially, Raul was taken to be bred, and she was his reward for doing a good job.
The Iron Kitties are gone by the time we get back, as is Scott. We find out where he went when he gets back though – he went out with Sandy. First thing they do when they get back is head to Scott’s room to get to know one another biblically. Again. They reappear after a half hour and socialize with us, and it’s not long after we socialize that Donovan comes home (apparently he had gone out as well). Some more socialization, and then Sandy is taken home. Donovan and I discuss a little how to handle the photographer situation before Scott gets back and everyone calls it a night.
The following morning, Scott and I wake up to the smell of bacon – Danielle is making breakfast. We eat, then go shopping, taking Danielle with us, getting her some clothes, a computer and a phone before heading back to the house and informing Scott that he’ll have to call someone for a ride to his sponsor interview. He stupidly calls Burtowski, while I head out to the newspaper office to try and get contact info for Jeffrey Barnes (the photographer). I am handed info after a brief story about wanting to hire him, and am handed an email address and P.O. Box number.
I get back home at roughly the same time as Scott, and find out how well the interview didn’t go. Basically, Bru screwed things up. Talk to Danielle, and bounce some ideas off of her concerning the photographer, and settle on emailing him, telling him I’m looking for a photographer to help with my book cover for my next novel. As Scott’s charity dinner date is tonight, I teach him some basic dinner etiquette, then go off to work on my novel.
Donovan helps me relax later that evening with a bit of a back massage, something I sorely needed and something he said I needed after hearing how I was fretting about what I’d done and other things in my life. We also discussed me learning new things. Scott gets home, and mentions the date more or less went well, but he’s not horribly talkative. Donnie calls me, and we set up a lunch date for the following day, then call it a night.