12-20-2018, 01:19 AM
“Oh, yes,” said Vitya, bright-eyed. His hand stopped dead, the long fingers clamped firmly in Aiden’s hand. The speed with which Aiden had moved to shake Vitya Lih’s hand was quite impressive.
“Dimitri arranged everything for your new book signing…”
Aiden now let Vitya’s hand go. Vitya lowered his hand and straightened up. He smoothed the front of his combat jacket.
“Thank you,” said Vitya, speaking directly into Aiden’s smiling face, "It’s an honor you’re here. You’ve come a long way and you’re contributing a great deal to our culture already. To this day, your name is spoken with praise at every level of Russian life. Did you know that in the nightclub Manifesto alone, there are three public statues of you? I have pictures, if you would like to see them. Feel free to say no, I’m confident you know what you look like. You’re certainly more handsome in person.”
He laughed at his own joke, brightly and rather over-empatheticly. It was his first day with Dorian. And this was an emotional moment. That was understandable. It had taken him a long time to get here, and the pale cop was standing here at last. They’ve all taken a drink. It was the end of a long day, and there were longer ones ahead.
Speaking of drinks… Siobhan West had a drink in hand and was passing more wine around.
“Oh, thank you,” said Vitya Lih, leaning close to Siobhan so he could whisper and still be heard over Lasher and Ebony. Mm, wine.
“Really?” asked Vitya. This seemed to impress him. “You’ve known him all your life, Ms. West? That must be wonderful. What an example Aiden must have set.”
He raised his glass and addressed the room.
"May I say that? I don’t mean to speak out of turn, and I certainly mean nothing inappropriate by it.” He looked at Sage. "I speak only as a fan of his books, in a purely professional regard, and in that regard, Aiden’s captivating prose is quite a potent weapon to have in our arsenal. I mean this purely analytically! His fans will follow him, obey him. They’re devoted to him; surely he is well aware the effect his works have on the common person."
Vitya Lih, fanboi
“Dimitri arranged everything for your new book signing…”
Aiden now let Vitya’s hand go. Vitya lowered his hand and straightened up. He smoothed the front of his combat jacket.
“Thank you,” said Vitya, speaking directly into Aiden’s smiling face, "It’s an honor you’re here. You’ve come a long way and you’re contributing a great deal to our culture already. To this day, your name is spoken with praise at every level of Russian life. Did you know that in the nightclub Manifesto alone, there are three public statues of you? I have pictures, if you would like to see them. Feel free to say no, I’m confident you know what you look like. You’re certainly more handsome in person.”
He laughed at his own joke, brightly and rather over-empatheticly. It was his first day with Dorian. And this was an emotional moment. That was understandable. It had taken him a long time to get here, and the pale cop was standing here at last. They’ve all taken a drink. It was the end of a long day, and there were longer ones ahead.
Speaking of drinks… Siobhan West had a drink in hand and was passing more wine around.
“Oh, thank you,” said Vitya Lih, leaning close to Siobhan so he could whisper and still be heard over Lasher and Ebony. Mm, wine.
“Really?” asked Vitya. This seemed to impress him. “You’ve known him all your life, Ms. West? That must be wonderful. What an example Aiden must have set.”
He raised his glass and addressed the room.
"May I say that? I don’t mean to speak out of turn, and I certainly mean nothing inappropriate by it.” He looked at Sage. "I speak only as a fan of his books, in a purely professional regard, and in that regard, Aiden’s captivating prose is quite a potent weapon to have in our arsenal. I mean this purely analytically! His fans will follow him, obey him. They’re devoted to him; surely he is well aware the effect his works have on the common person."
Vitya Lih, fanboi