Gilbert made a mental note to ask him about that later, when his head stopped aching. And he should ask him about the Vargas sisters’ childhood; he needed more information if he didn’t want to lose the war against Lovina.
“So fucking bright and shiny and sunny and day-ish…,” grunted the albino when he left the bar. After a few seconds, he finally managed to look around and saw Lovina waiting next to what he assumed was her car. It was a sad thing to look at, small, old (No less than 20 years), with a few dents (but not as many as he feared), and covered in dust. At least the wheels looked new and in perfect condition, and, aside from a scratch or two, the white paint had survived, but the vehicle still deserved to be labeled as a potential death trap.
I’m gonna die, right? What’s with these two and safe driving?
“Can you stop staring like an idiot and get into the car? I’m already late.”
“Shut up or I’ll just take my time.”
“What makes you think I won’t leave you here?”
“Felicia wouldn’t forgive you.” He entered the car anyway, eager to escape the light. Lovina got in after him. “Is this your car?”
“Yes, why do you ask?,” she said, sounding defensive.
“Just curious. I expected something… different.”
“You expected an exaggeration, like Felicia’s, right? Money shouldn’t be wasted like that. It should be used in necessary things, like food, fixing the house, health… or saved for times of need. If you never use it, your kids can have it.”
“She told me the money was from an inheritance.” Another glare from her. Thank goodness she hadn’t started the car yet, she'd probably have crashed.
“Yes, it was. It still isn’t a good reason to waste it.”
“What did you do with your part?” He was curious about whether or not she’d tell him.”
“I invested most of it. The rest is for times of need; considering the crisis, I’m not touching it.” She seemed to relax a bit, but Gilbert wasn’t taking that as any kind of sign.
“Why didn’t you save everything?”
“It seemed safer to keep it in different places.”
“Safer?” He couldn’t help to sound a bit sarcastic at that. Sadly, she noticed.
“Why do you ask about my inheritance? It has nothing to do with you, mind your own business so you can leave soon.” Back to defense mode, well done Gilbert!, he thought bitterly. I was so close to getting her to tell me the truth. But he had to admit she was right, it didn’t have anything to do with him, and he didn’t really understand why he wanted her to tell him what she’d really done with her money. He’d just felt terribly curious as to why this girl would drive God knows how many miles just to make sure an irresponsible Spaniard could open a bar.
Okay, that wasn’t normal. Who spends their money on a business that’s not theirs?
Gilbert looked at Lovina (who seemed lost in her mind) through the corner of his eye. Now there was another thought he’d have to follow when his head stopped aching.
Lovina noticed him staring.
“What?”
“Just wondering when you’ll finally start this car. Weren’t you in a hurry? What were you thinking about?”
“Shut up, it doesn’t matter to you,” she replied brusquely, blushing. Yep, definitely lost in thought.
Lovina started the car and Gilbert closed his eyes, preparing himself for what was coming. He was pleasantly surprised to discover that the car worked perfectly and didn’t make any weird sounds, and to find out that red lights and speed limits were respected, and the only problem was Lovina’s tendency to increase and lower the speed all the time instead of maintaining a constant one. It could be worse, really, so Gilbert kept his eyes half-closed, laid back and studied the woman next to him. The eternal frown was there, but this time it seemed less angry and more concentrated (Gilbert realized how tired he was when he started thinking that maybe it wasn’t that Lovina wore a frown on her face, maybe it was the frown that wore Lovina, and, when it left her, she was an empty shell without any emotions; if that was the case, maybe the frown should have a name, how about “Bucky”?), and if she kept that kind of frown, she would be almost pretty (and that was the thought that proved to him that he should get into bed as soon as he arrived to the house).
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Flamenco, Tango y Tarantella (4c/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-04-09 04:03 am (UTC)(link)“So fucking bright and shiny and sunny and day-ish…,” grunted the albino when he left the bar. After a few seconds, he finally managed to look around and saw Lovina waiting next to what he assumed was her car. It was a sad thing to look at, small, old (No less than 20 years), with a few dents (but not as many as he feared), and covered in dust. At least the wheels looked new and in perfect condition, and, aside from a scratch or two, the white paint had survived, but the vehicle still deserved to be labeled as a potential death trap.
I’m gonna die, right? What’s with these two and safe driving?
“Can you stop staring like an idiot and get into the car? I’m already late.”
“Shut up or I’ll just take my time.”
“What makes you think I won’t leave you here?”
“Felicia wouldn’t forgive you.” He entered the car anyway, eager to escape the light. Lovina got in after him. “Is this your car?”
“Yes, why do you ask?,” she said, sounding defensive.
“Just curious. I expected something… different.”
“You expected an exaggeration, like Felicia’s, right? Money shouldn’t be wasted like that. It should be used in necessary things, like food, fixing the house, health… or saved for times of need. If you never use it, your kids can have it.”
“She told me the money was from an inheritance.” Another glare from her. Thank goodness she hadn’t started the car yet, she'd probably have crashed.
“Yes, it was. It still isn’t a good reason to waste it.”
“What did you do with your part?” He was curious about whether or not she’d tell him.”
“I invested most of it. The rest is for times of need; considering the crisis, I’m not touching it.” She seemed to relax a bit, but Gilbert wasn’t taking that as any kind of sign.
“Why didn’t you save everything?”
“It seemed safer to keep it in different places.”
“Safer?” He couldn’t help to sound a bit sarcastic at that. Sadly, she noticed.
“Why do you ask about my inheritance? It has nothing to do with you, mind your own business so you can leave soon.” Back to defense mode, well done Gilbert!, he thought bitterly. I was so close to getting her to tell me the truth. But he had to admit she was right, it didn’t have anything to do with him, and he didn’t really understand why he wanted her to tell him what she’d really done with her money. He’d just felt terribly curious as to why this girl would drive God knows how many miles just to make sure an irresponsible Spaniard could open a bar.
Okay, that wasn’t normal. Who spends their money on a business that’s not theirs?
Gilbert looked at Lovina (who seemed lost in her mind) through the corner of his eye. Now there was another thought he’d have to follow when his head stopped aching.
Lovina noticed him staring.
“What?”
“Just wondering when you’ll finally start this car. Weren’t you in a hurry? What were you thinking about?”
“Shut up, it doesn’t matter to you,” she replied brusquely, blushing. Yep, definitely lost in thought.
Lovina started the car and Gilbert closed his eyes, preparing himself for what was coming. He was pleasantly surprised to discover that the car worked perfectly and didn’t make any weird sounds, and to find out that red lights and speed limits were respected, and the only problem was Lovina’s tendency to increase and lower the speed all the time instead of maintaining a constant one. It could be worse, really, so Gilbert kept his eyes half-closed, laid back and studied the woman next to him. The eternal frown was there, but this time it seemed less angry and more concentrated (Gilbert realized how tired he was when he started thinking that maybe it wasn’t that Lovina wore a frown on her face, maybe it was the frown that wore Lovina, and, when it left her, she was an empty shell without any emotions; if that was the case, maybe the frown should have a name, how about “Bucky”?), and if she kept that kind of frown, she would be almost pretty (and that was the thought that proved to him that he should get into bed as soon as he arrived to the house).