12-08-2016, 09:49 AM
Dane was comfortably seated in his room, reading about the impending memorial for Declan. His brother's body required some time to recover and return home. Apparently it had been in such a poor state, it was decided he would be cremated. So his brother was slated to be ashes, a jar of dirt. He remembered Declan playing in the dirt as a boy, digging with his shovels and building dirt and sand castles. It was a stupid game, Dane remembered, and hated how his brother would call and call for him to join. How many times did he have to tell him no? To come inside for a better game. But Declan always found Dane's games boring and dumb.
He sent a message back to his parents declining the invitation to the memorial. If they held the memorial in Moscow, he was likely to attend, but he was busy here and did not have time to fly west. Furthermore, he was tired of flying. He wanted to be settled. He was even thinking about finding an apartment here. Someplace more befitting his lifestyle. He was the heir, now, with Declan gone.
Closing the correspondence on his Wallet, he gathered a wool tweed sportcoat about his shoulders, closing the button at his waist. He fixed his hair in the mirror and departed the room. He left his scarf and gloves behind as he was only intending on going to the in-house restaurant and bar. The live pianist was scheduled to begin any minute, and Dane wanted the chance to speak to them before they started. He loved piano.
He departed the elevator, emerging into the lobby. There were numerous people about, but he ignored them all and aimed toward the maitre'd. Soon, he was seated near the pianist, and he watched her as she laid out her music sheets, swirling a goblet of dark red merlot.
He sent a message back to his parents declining the invitation to the memorial. If they held the memorial in Moscow, he was likely to attend, but he was busy here and did not have time to fly west. Furthermore, he was tired of flying. He wanted to be settled. He was even thinking about finding an apartment here. Someplace more befitting his lifestyle. He was the heir, now, with Declan gone.
Closing the correspondence on his Wallet, he gathered a wool tweed sportcoat about his shoulders, closing the button at his waist. He fixed his hair in the mirror and departed the room. He left his scarf and gloves behind as he was only intending on going to the in-house restaurant and bar. The live pianist was scheduled to begin any minute, and Dane wanted the chance to speak to them before they started. He loved piano.
He departed the elevator, emerging into the lobby. There were numerous people about, but he ignored them all and aimed toward the maitre'd. Soon, he was seated near the pianist, and he watched her as she laid out her music sheets, swirling a goblet of dark red merlot.