09-07-2014, 05:31 PM
Yegor let him pass, and Pyotr immersed himself in his work. The embarrassment had gone away and Pyotr had lost hold of the power. In order to spy for Marcus, he would have to embarrass himself somehow. It made him frustrated.
Embarrassing yourself on purpose, as it turns out, is rather difficult. It became easier when one of his customers was the spilled spaghetti man.
"Nope. Not doing this today - I want another table."
The reminder of that day and the fact that the man not only remembered it, but was calling Pyotr out on it, brought red to his face in embarassment and he could feel his luck flowing through him again.
He tried the trick Marcus had done, but realized that he had never seen it. When Marcus had first used it, he had been instructed to focus on his work as if it wasn't happening, and the second time, Marcus had approached him from behind. Pyotr had no idea how to do it.
Spilled spaghetti man was now seated at one of Yegor's tables. He gave Pyotr a mean glare as he sat. Yegor was bringing out some wine for another table - both a bottle and some glasses. Pyotr, although frustrated that he couldn't use his luck to spy for Marcus, felt the need to use it anyways, and he could do a simple thread of air. He posisitioned it low to the ground a few feet ahead of Yegor. As Yegor met with the thread, he fell, appearing to trip over his own feet.
The wine bottle broke on the floor and Pyotr noted that it was an expensive vintage. The glasses, however, landed right in the lap of the spilled spaghetti man.
"Goddammit!"
the man shouted as Yegor quickly began utter apologies and the manager came out to see what the issue was.
Pyotr felt a clap on his back and turned to see Pavel. "Karma's a bitch isn't it?"
Pyotr smiled at that. "It is indeed."
Embarrassing yourself on purpose, as it turns out, is rather difficult. It became easier when one of his customers was the spilled spaghetti man.
"Nope. Not doing this today - I want another table."
The reminder of that day and the fact that the man not only remembered it, but was calling Pyotr out on it, brought red to his face in embarassment and he could feel his luck flowing through him again.
He tried the trick Marcus had done, but realized that he had never seen it. When Marcus had first used it, he had been instructed to focus on his work as if it wasn't happening, and the second time, Marcus had approached him from behind. Pyotr had no idea how to do it.
Spilled spaghetti man was now seated at one of Yegor's tables. He gave Pyotr a mean glare as he sat. Yegor was bringing out some wine for another table - both a bottle and some glasses. Pyotr, although frustrated that he couldn't use his luck to spy for Marcus, felt the need to use it anyways, and he could do a simple thread of air. He posisitioned it low to the ground a few feet ahead of Yegor. As Yegor met with the thread, he fell, appearing to trip over his own feet.
The wine bottle broke on the floor and Pyotr noted that it was an expensive vintage. The glasses, however, landed right in the lap of the spilled spaghetti man.
"Goddammit!"
the man shouted as Yegor quickly began utter apologies and the manager came out to see what the issue was.
Pyotr felt a clap on his back and turned to see Pavel. "Karma's a bitch isn't it?"
Pyotr smiled at that. "It is indeed."