Bad PR || Open
John didn't like attention. Well, no that wasn't true, he liked it when he controlled it or wanted it. He didn't like getting glances from everyone he walked past on the street.
It was strange. A few people did a double take, someone looked him over almost dubiously, another scoffed. He had no idea what to make of that. Sure, he was still reeling a bit that his name had been dropped on the Von Drake's podcast and trying to figure out what to do about that from a professional standpoint. But people didn't know his face, right?
Right??
A poster on a lamppost caught his attention and he felt his stomach drop. It took him a moment to fully process what he was looking at and what he was reading.
He snatched the paper off the post, crumpling it in his hand as dread settled deep in his gut.
"What the fuck..." he muttered, then his gaze fell down the street to another lamppost, another piece of paper fluttering in the breeze. He felt his face heat. "What the fuck!"
@johnestfellow
You know, Franny barely noticed the posters. At first. But when they were everywhere she had to ask herself what poor man's wife did this guy sleep with?
And when the man himself seemed to notice them, Franny couldn't help but ask him in a more polite way.
"Sounds like you stole someone's girl or you owe them money."
