Yeah, Richard would not enjoy a crazy teenybopper party, not for more than five minutes and a couple of drug deals. Teenaged girls don't really appeal to him as a general rule, anyway--present company aside--and teenaged boys deserve to be punched in the face, particularly for looking at his daughter, which he's sure most of them are at any given moment.
Besides, he prefers bigger spenders than high school kids when it comes to selling his drugs. Although her suggestion that people might think there's something between us gets him grinning darkly as he starts the car.
"Not quite so long of a trip. Virginia Beach. Now, I know it's not Florida, but there's some kind of...big...surfing thing going on this year over the next couple of days, and I thought that was good timing with your birthday. This way you can spend more time at the beach and less in transit." And Florida is a humid hellhole full of dying elephant skin suitcases looking to wring as much out of the rest of their lives as they can.
"My mother, since she's already dead, and your mother just emerged from the mist without distinct origin." He chuckles. "I saw her today when I picked up your clothes for the trip, she was--she said that the whole extra day thing would be cool." This gets another smile from him, uncannily genuine for him, and he pulls out of the school with a salute in its direction while he drives past.
"I think pretending to be sad for a day or two next week is worth a nice handful of days at the beach, don't you?" Richard grins. "It'll be a good time. Good food, good swimming, good company. And just imagine, baby. We'll be among strangers. For a few blissful days, we won't have to worry about hiding a thing unless we want to."
And that's a goddamned good birthday gift, if you ask him.
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Date: 2012-08-11 04:59 am (UTC)Besides, he prefers bigger spenders than high school kids when it comes to selling his drugs. Although her suggestion that people might think there's something between us gets him grinning darkly as he starts the car.
"Not quite so long of a trip. Virginia Beach. Now, I know it's not Florida, but there's some kind of...big...surfing thing going on this year over the next couple of days, and I thought that was good timing with your birthday. This way you can spend more time at the beach and less in transit." And Florida is a humid hellhole full of dying elephant skin suitcases looking to wring as much out of the rest of their lives as they can.
"My mother, since she's already dead, and your mother just emerged from the mist without distinct origin." He chuckles. "I saw her today when I picked up your clothes for the trip, she was--she said that the whole extra day thing would be cool." This gets another smile from him, uncannily genuine for him, and he pulls out of the school with a salute in its direction while he drives past.
"I think pretending to be sad for a day or two next week is worth a nice handful of days at the beach, don't you?" Richard grins. "It'll be a good time. Good food, good swimming, good company. And just imagine, baby. We'll be among strangers. For a few blissful days, we won't have to worry about hiding a thing unless we want to."
And that's a goddamned good birthday gift, if you ask him.