Minuet [Closed]

[Blade]

Nights in Valsport were often better than the days. During the day people were ..ick... responsible. They went to jobs like good little sheep, clocked in, worked at their little stations, and eventually went home to sit on their awful little pieces of furniture and plug in to the nearest boob tube until they died of exhaustion—sometimes literally. Those who didn’t work sat about all day, or cleaned... or reared the smaller versions of themselves. Children. Children were interesting when they didn’t behave; which, was most of the time for most of them. The younger they were, the more chaotic they had a chance of being. Very few adults by comparison ever retained the joy they carried as little wobbling logs with limbs.

Shame, really.

The few that did mostly needed a lot of money to afford acting like little imps. It was silly to think they couldn’t all have that. And the metas, some of them, were really no better. The Fae were alright, he supposed. They still had fun. But, again, they—almost always—had the funds to have all that fun.

But nights... night in Valsport were vastly better. Especially weekend nights—especially weekend night with a full moon. People went a little nuts then, kind of. There was a better chance of them shaking off their self-imposed chains and actually enjoying themselves. Which meant, in turn, he had a better chance of enjoying himself and their expense for his own entertainment.

At the moment though, full moon and all—at about half past ten, he noted as he glanced down at his phone—there was nothing. Sure people were coming in and out of little shops, bars, and clubs in Little Vietnam, but nothing had sparked his interest. And Asher loathed being bored. A bored Grigori was rarely a good thing with so many breakable things about.

He sighed from where he sat aloft on a rooftop, invisible to all but himself and the things on his person, as well as intangible. His legs hung over the edge as he stared down, elbows on his knees—pouting.

“Fridays are supposed to be interesting,” he murmured, restless.