Corrupt Genius

No. 3 in D Major // Jennifer & Andrew

Once again chuckling, Jennifer inhaled deeply, observing Andrew with a new found interest. It made her smile, it had even made her quite entertained with him. “Easy there, tiger. Do you always run away from a discussion or two? The one, I’d love to remind you, you have in fact started first?” Throwing a glance at his father and Phoebe, she quickly continued to talk, not letting Andrew to say anything, all of a sudden talking being serious. “Fake friendly behaviour is not something I do, Andrew. You should have learned that by now… I either talk to people or I don’t. I tell people what I have to tell them, whether they would accept or not is not my problem. However, I have never taken you for the one who would fit into the latter category - hmm.”

#jennifer #sorry! D:#he's such a grump

It was as if she didn’t know when to shut up. He obviously didn’t want to keep talking to her and even gave her an out in order for her to turn around and bother someone else. His obvious irritation was starting to boil over, especially since she kept rambling on and trying to act as if this entire conversation had been his own fault. He should’ve walked away when she came up to him. Hell, it was starting to look like a fantastic option to him right now. Looking her right in the eyes, he didn’t flinch with his expression nor show any sort of sign that he was irritated. Instead, though, he started to walk past her and finish off his glass of champagne. He couldn’t stand it when people kept talking about useless crap. His words were gold, pure and true. They were facts; statistics that people needed to keep in mind. Her ramblings were just that. Ramblings. Placing the glass on a passing waiter’s tray, he kept walking since he didn’t want to deal with anymore of the conversation. He picked up another, slamming that back as well. These people were going to make him an alcoholic, he could just feel it.

Emily made a small shrug. “My dad is rarely in town and since for us this evening is more of a work nature, I wanted to be his date to which he agreed and Sean supported. I mean, I’m sitting between Sean and my dad.” It was a win win situation for everyone included. Emily could be introduced by her father to more people as the heir to Childs Inc. and she could still enjoy her night out with Sean by her side. When he wasn’t working. Which he was. But she kept her mouth shut about that. “Well, Penelope’s mind fits into the worst category. I can barely look at her. What her father did to Jennifer, that’s not forgivable and she’s here, thinking she’s something. I just want to throw my food at her. I was this close to actually doing it. I almost throw all of the lamb chops at her when she started talking. Like, who gives a fuck?”

#emily #look at him #giving her advice #xD #it's lovely

Hearing how she was spending her night, Andrew nipped his bottom lip. He felt bad for her. Not because she was trying to make a pity case for herself but because she hardly spent time with her father. Not just that but it was also for work. “I have an idea.” He said, looking to her as she seemed to struggle with the idea of having to work but also spend time with two very important men in her life. “If you want, we can spend time together? Just you and I? I’m not Sean or your father but we are friends, are we not? It would give you a moment away from work and you can show me what it’s like to be somewhat normal. I know Andrea tells me to be normal and I think I should try, at least for her sake.” As she continued about Penelope, he laughed and nodded in agreement. “You could always use your intelligence against her, make her feel as if she were the idiot. That’s what I do when someone pisses me off. You’re an intelligent woman and you’re as smart as me...which is rare for any person that I know. It’ll help you.”

Emily shrugged. “My official date is my dad. Not my boyfriend. Is that part of the social norm? People do as they I please.” Or maybe that was just Emily because if she wanted to go with her dad as her date, then she’d be doing just that. “Maybe you’ll get your religious vision tonight, what do you think?” She winked at him. That would be cool. Andrew falling for someone here. “How is that possible? Every girl here is beautiful. I have to give it to you, Italians, all of you here are good looking. Except of Penelope. She’s sitting at my table and that just hurts.”

#ignore text #emily #hahaha #he totally understands #it's how he felt while sitting at the table he was at #xD

“Why aren’t you with your boyfriend tonight? That is my only question about that.” He didn’t find it all too bad that her dad took her since he knew it was sort of sweet that a father took his daughter to a ball. Not in a taboo sort of way, but in a father-daughter type of respect. If his father didn’t have a date, he would’ve suggested that he took Andrea. “Maybe, maybe not. If it happens, then it happens.” He said, giving a shrug and looking to the stairs and then back to her. He really didn’t know if that would happen. He hoped it wouldn’t because it would bother him. “Everyone is beautiful but it’s their minds.” Laughing when she mentioned Penelope, he shook his head before looking back to Emily. “How bad is it with her at your table?”

Emily took a seat down at the stairs not caring about the coldness of the marble beneath her. “She said no? Why?” But Emily had pretty good idea what was the reason. While Andrew most definitely had the looks, his character wasn’t actually that much wanted. He was different, not many people were accepting of that. “You’re single, but ready to mingle maybe? We could find you some pretty girl tonight. Have you seen someone you like?”

“Single and ready to mingle? No. That’s not what I’m looking for. I just found it strange to go to a ball alone when everyone else has a date.” He said, giving a shrug and looking to her. “Isn’t that part of the social norm? To have a date to a ball? I know from fairy tales that it’s one of the places that people either lose that date or have them appear like some sort of religious vision.” He said while giving a shrug, turning to look at Emily and resting his arms on the railing. “There isn’t anyone I like here, Emily. It’s not easy for me to like people since most of them are ridiculously disinteresting. I spent a good chunk of the beginning of this event reading via my smartphone.”

She shook her head. “Andrew, for one night and one night only, stop talking and worrying about work. Since I’m technically your boss, it’s an order. And as such you have to fulfill it.” Emily laughed. Andrew was working way too much and not having fun at all which was not something Emily approved of. “The foyer? Yeah, sure. Why not? I can run back in if something happens so yeah. By the way, where’s your date tonight?”

Laughing softly at her joke, he agreed for her sake. She seemed to need fun company more than himself. He would still rather talk about work other than anything else. As he started to walk towards the foyer to have some peace and quiet with his friend, he leaned again the railing of the stairs while looking to her. When she asked about his date, he nipped his bottom lip and shook his head. “I tried asking Marianne, one of the other girls in the department, and she said no...so...” He said, giving a shrug and looking back to her. “What’s the phrase that comes with this situation? ‘Going stag’ or ‘solo’? I don’t know if that’s right or not. It seemed like a better option than having to go through more humiliation by trying to be somewhat normal and ask a woman to join me for an evening out to a ball.”

It appeared that small talk was hated by everyone. “What about Jack, Jenn? I don’t know, your dad? I’m here with my dad, having a great time so far. Well, I have two dates, my dad and Sean. I think they are somewhere together. They have pretty much ditched me.” Emily laughed.

All of those choices would’ve been logical but he honestly didn’t want to get into an argument with the other two Genovese children since he always had trouble talking to people. “My dad and I did talk. I’m just trying to get past this night so I can go back to writing my algorithms for work.” He gave a nod before sighing softly. “We could go to the foyer? That way we’re away from all of these people but we’re not outside? I mean, it’ll help the both of us escape the mediocrity.”

#ignore text #emily

“Were you really thinking Jamie would make an appearance?” Emily couldn’t care less about the oldest Genovese sibling. Her family was falling apart and the girl was nowhere to be seen. She reminded her of her mother. “Why are you drinking so much suddenly?”

“Not really but it would’ve been nice to see her.” He said, scratching the back of his head while looking to Emily. When she asked her question, Andrew shook his head before looking to his empty glass. “I’m not comfortable in these kinds of situations. I’m expected to be civil, to talk to people and ask about their lives. It’s not that I don’t care, I’m just uncomfortable with those types of conversations. With friends, yes, but only you and Andrea seem to be the only ones here who actually would talk to me without wanting to see me going into...you know.” He said, gesturing to his temple as if to indicate his brain.

Fresh air could potentially mean running into someone she was avoiding and she wanted to keep on doing that. It could also mean that she couldn’t get away from him if that would happen, while here she could. “I can’t. I’d love to go, but I can’t. Too complicated.” Emily silently groaned. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh. Well I hope the complication does depart soon.” He said, looking to his hands and wondering why she was having issues with going outside. He wouldn’t press the issue, not with Emily since he did consider her a friend. “There is a lot of tension, Jamie’s not here, and I’m drinking more than I normally do. Which is pretty much almost never.”

Emily sighed. “Yeah, thanks. Whatever.“ This was worse than any sort of punishment she could have ever imagined. She was trapped at an event without being able to talk to Jennifer while her best friend was just a couple of meters away. Emily’s mood was anything but good.

Hearing her tone, Andrew sighed softly before gesturing for them to go by the fountain. “Did you want to get some fresh air? And just talk? I kind of need to get out of here. It’s suffocating. I’m sure all of us in here feel that way, though.”

“What?”

“I just thought I’d say you look lovely tonight?” Andrew said, trying to follow some sort of social norm by complimenting his friend.

#emily #xD

No. 3 in D Major // Jennifer & Andrew

Could Andrew possibly be a diva? It sounded like it - from a normal observation of his father having a new woman, finally, in his life, the man had somehow managed to turn it into an entirely exhausting discussion. “Why not? Do you really think people are doing it only in their bedroom? God, just saying it sounds incredibly boring,” she laughed at it. “Andrew, you’re talking as a seven year old boy who doesn’t get the concept of both love and sex. Why would I be opposed of my parents kissing each other in front of me? Kissing as in making out which is often the very first step to having sex? God, I’ve seen it so many times - I actually miss it,” and she knew the same could be said for her siblings - their home wasn’t the same without their mother. Without their parents being together and just being Joseph & Juliana. “Further so, sex in fact can be love making, can it not? Now, how can you say that sex can’t be also love? I agree that sex is a primal act first, that animal drive in us, but it can be love and as such, it’s one of the best things in life.” She offered with a small smile. “Andrew, I have known you since you were a kid. Trust me, I know normal is not a term anyone would attach to you, but still, I’ve thought that with growing up some things have at least changed.”

This conversation couldn’t have been more disinteresting to Andrew. Sex was love? Love was sex? No, if that were the case, he would never fall in love. He didn’t detest sex but he just didn’t perform. He found it pointless in many ways and this happened to be proof. If he were sexually attracted to women, it was most definitely not being prominent in this moment because of how Jennifer described everything that Andrew had the opposite opinion of. He zoned out, nodding and furrowing his brows to show he was paying attention but he truly wasn’t. Instead, though, he picked up the glass he placed down on the table next to him and downed it in one go. What was with people his age that seemed to believe that sex was everything in life? Placing the glass on a passing tray and grabbing another at the same time, he shrugged his shoulders faintly before looking right into her eyes. “It’s obvious that you aren’t here to talk to me about pleasantries or even fake friendly behavior with me so you are more than welcome to turn your attention to something or someone else. I just thought I’d make pleasant conversation since that is part of the regulations for this ball, is it not? To keep peace while people enjoy the company of others?”

#andrew

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No. 3 in D Major // Evelynn & Andrew

“Maybe I shouldn’t speak so quickly when we’ve only just met.” Joking. What person could forget Michael’s ego. Eve was not one. “You can justify that? Wow, perhaps I need to learn a thing or two, but of course.” Andrew and Michael weren’t the same people and that itself was refreshing. “Yep.” She tried to tone down that chuckle of hers. “He’s alright, I guess. Him I can say how I feel, he’s an ass but we’re cool.”

“No, it’s fine. It was kind of you to say that. I justify many things since it’s part of who I am.” He was a phenomenon so he knew his words were nothing but truth. Why wouldn’t they be? He had no reason to lie to those who knew of his family. “I haven’t met that part of his personality yet but I’m sure it will surface. As long as you two get along, that’s what matters, right? When it comes to spending time together, especially in a setting such as this?”

#evelynn

No. 3 in D Major // Jennifer & Andrew

Taking a deep breath, Jennifer chuckled once again. “Having your own opinion about things you wouldn’t know a thing without the media covering them - quite interesting opinion. However, putting that aside,” because leave it to Andrew to make a spectacle out of every subject, “what’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like a brat? You’re practically saying that your parent’s happiness is not important to you because believe me, everyone in my family, including my sister, wants for our parents to be happy, meaning the two of them being together again.” God, it was as if she was talking to a ten year old. No, wrong - even they were not as conservative as Andrew. Who did he take upon? “And Andrew, I’d give everything to have my parents being locked up in their room, or any room, having fun with each other. Why would I be disgusted with that? With the fact that my parents love each other? God.”

“Yes, your parents being together again. How wonderful, hm? Both of them together and enjoying one another’s company? You said any room, and don’t go back on what you said. So, you would be completely happy with them in your room and having sexual relations on your bed? Your desk? In your car? How would you react to seeing a pair of your mother’s unmentionables strew over your steering wheel?” He said, his head tilting to the side with a raised brow. “Everyone wants their parents to be happy, yes, but none of them are going to stand their and swoon at the sight of their parents having any sort of sexual intimacy in front of them. I know I don’t want to see my father like that. It’s strange. I don’t believe we’re on the same mindset, Jennifer. You’re talking about romantic interactions where as I’m thinking of sexual. Sex doesn’t mean love. If it did, everyone who slept with a random person would be in love with them. Take in the factor of the statistics. The average young adult female sleeps with about twenty-five partners in around a five-to-ten year span. If sex was the equivalent of romantic attachments, that means they would still be in love with those twenty-five people.” He said, his expression never changing nor his tone of voice. Why should it? She was calling him a brat where as she was the one trying to make him seem like a terrible son. “You call me a brat when I don’t care to talk about my father’s happiness. He can be happy, he can be sad. It’s not of my concern unless it causes an issue that could either harm himself or others. My emotional reactions to my father having an intimate relationship with someone is none of anyone’s business besides myself. If you haven’t noticed, though, I have never been the social norm when it came to emotions or anything considered typical or ‘normal’. Your family knows this.”

#ignore text #jennifer

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No. 3 in D Major // Evelynn & Andrew

“Nice to finally meet you to.” She eyed him strangely. “You act so different.” Making that statement, she had to try to explain it before he thought she was the rude one. “In a good way, Michael is, how to put it nicely.” An ass she wanted to say but did not. She dismissed the thought, shaking her head at him. “I don’t believe so, I try to stay to myself, this lifestyle is something I was once interested in but, not anymore. I just run a bar in Brooklyn. But you probably know the guy I came with Seth?”.

Hearing her observation of the Colomba men, he nodded a couple of times to let her know that he did know that his father and him were different. “That’s the first time someone has told me that the way I act is in a good way. Though, with my father’s life, I understand how he acts. Even then, though, how he acts isn’t my business.” He mused, giving a slight shrug of his right shoulder before nodding when she kept talking. But, as she said who she came with, his brow raised again in interest. “Seth? I do know him, actually. Is he treating you well? As your date, I mean.”

#evelynn

No. 3 in D Major // Jennifer & Andrew

Chuckling, she put down her empty flute at one of the passing trays. “Not keeping up with the media is kind of closed minded, isn’t it? It is media that brings the world to us, and in fact, making us more aware of our surroundings - whether in our little city or in the world. However, gossip is nothing but a pure fun, except that this one,” she looked aside at Michael and Phoebe, who looked quite happy together to be honest, “is true. Besides, Michael seems happy, doesn’t he?”