You Have No Idea What I Am

Name's Victor Roth, let's have a drink an' talk. Kik: iamvictorroth YIM: Message me for details

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[iamvictor-roth]

The lift opened and Victor led the way out of the building. “ That sounds like a rather fun, if not interesting upbringing. I rub elbows with enough bureaucrats to agree wholeheartedly with you on politics mate.” Victor’s face scrunched up in disgust. “To say that they are an annoyance barely scratches the surface. I doubt it’d be much of a stretch to say that the only reason some of them are alive is because of their checkbook.” He chuckled a bit, knowing full well that was often the case.

His smile fell a bit, pausing a beat as flashbacks of his childhood danced through his mind before covering it up with a shrug. “I was recruited by a head hunter after I graduated from university. I stayed with the firm for a bit before striking off on my own when they turned into more of a paramilitary group. No hard feelings though.” It was the most blatant lie he had told but with how secretive the industry was most people didn’t ask many probing questions.

The bar wasn’t far away and once they reached it Victor held the door open for Magpie.

[lokitheliesmith]

“Their checkbooks, and their willingness to use them.” Loki agreed. “A politician who won’t pay his civilian army is a politician who will soon find himself bleeding on the street.” 

Loki could pick out the shape of the lie he was being fed, but the man was a good liar and not even Loki’s prodigious ability could discern the truth when it was so thoroughly covered. He let it go.

The bar was dark, one of those places that might once have been full of cigarette smoke, but had cleaned up well.

“What can I get for you, gents? We’ve got a great IPA on tap, and we’ve got a guest cider from upstate?”

[iamvictor-roth]

Victor smiled at the barkeep. “I’ll try the IPA.” He said as he walked to a back corner then saddled up to the bar. It was the spot with the best view of the comings and goings of the establishment and was a force of habit. His eyes adjusted quickly and he noted there were only a few other patrons. 

He turned to his friend then and chuckled, “You were right, not exactly the freshest of air but it’s nice t’ get out for a bit.” The barkeep handed him his drink and after trying it nodded his approval. “So, what do you like t’ do when you’re not busy with your work?”

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Second First Date

[iamthefirechild]

Summer wished she had the time to wash her hair, but with ten minutes before Victor was supposed to arrive she barely had time to take a shower, and there was no way she was going to look nice for him. No makeup, not even a nice hairdo – she looked at herself in the mirror and she still looked like she’d had a long hard day. Which was the truth, but all the same. She opened the door and gave him a bright, partly-false smile. “Hello, Victor. I’ll be just one more minute, if you want to sit down. I have to find my shoes.”

[iamvictor-roth]

Victor took her in and thought she looked beautiful if a little stressed. He did notice something off about her smile, though, but he kept it from lessening his own smile. “Hullo Summer.” A small breath composed him as he followed her into her house and took a seat. “No worries love, there’s no rush really.” The words were said almost absentmindedly, his focus on her more than anything and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “How was your day?”

[iamthefirechild]

“Oh, God, don’t even /ask/.” Summer rubbed her hands over her face, wishing she could just turn off her brain. “Sorry, I just – I was down in Orlando.” She blew out a sigh, forced her shoulders down from by her ears, and turned to him with a more natural lopsided smile, wrestling her sandals on. “But you wanted a date, not to listen to me complain about stupid people.”

[iamvictor-roth]

He frowned, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what that was like for her. “Aye, it’s alright. You know, I enjoy your company no matter what. I promise though, it’ll be nice and quiet where we’re going, just the two of us.” Victor stood up then, went over to her and put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. He wanted to pull her into a tight embrace, to give her some of his strength but he reminded himself they were starting over. A bit of a grin played across his face when he saw the smile of her’s he loved and he held his hand out for her. “Do you have everything you need Summer?”

[iamvictor-roth]

“It’s no worries mate, my job can be complicated and by it’s nature tends to be rather secretive. I generally let people believe whatever they want to about my work.” Victor smirked before stepping into the lift. “Aye, well it’s a shame that some of the more creative subjects don’t have as much of a job market as others. Good thing you’ve found yourself something to keep you “fed and watered” though.” He said as he moved so that his back was against the wall of the lift. “Folklore and mythology though? What drew you there?”

[lokitheliesmith]

“I can relate; I seem to be perpetually up to my neck in non-disclosure clauses, it’s a wonder I can tell anyone what I do at all.” Loki followed him into the lift.

“An accident of birth. My mother was always ready with a quote from the old prophecies, or a story, and I fell into it from there.” Loki shrugged noncommittally. “It was that or politics, and I didn’t care for the bureaucracy. More fool me.”

“How about you? How did you come to consulting security as a profession?”

[iamvictor-roth]

The lift opened and Victor led the way out of the building. “ That sounds like a rather fun, if not interesting upbringing. I rub elbows with enough bureaucrats to agree wholeheartedly with you on politics mate.” Victor’s face scrunched up in disgust. “To say that they are an annoyance barely scratches the surface. I doubt it’d be much of a stretch to say that the only reason some of them are alive is because of their checkbook.” He chuckled a bit, knowing full well that was often the case.

His smile fell a bit, pausing a beat as flashbacks of his childhood danced through his mind before covering it up with a shrug. “I was recruited by a head hunter after I graduated from university. I stayed with the firm for a bit before striking off on my own when they turned into more of a paramilitary group. No hard feelings though.” It was the most blatant lie he had told but with how secretive the industry was most people didn’t ask many probing questions.

The bar wasn’t far away and once they reached it Victor held the door open for Magpie.

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