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1949
Vincent jumped off the train. Hot and heavy after the treacherous ride to New Orleans from Washington DC. While still being seated next to a window seat, the heavy smokers in the carriage made the whole place a hot box.
“ahh New Orleans, the Big Easy” Vincent sighed resting his hands on his hips. Looking at his watch Vincent realised just how late it was. He was going to miss the retailer that had set a meeting up for his new apartment! Rushing into the road, he realised that he had no clue where he was going. The loud bustling sounds of people of many cultures rushing and pushing made him increasingly uneasy, he didn’t know French nor Spanish… he really dug himself a grave with that one. Pushing down the anxiety and lifting the heavy suitcase he pushed past people until he found someone that looked at-least a little approachable, nearly getting run over by the tram passing through, he made his way over to the man sat on a small bench around a water fountain. Soft tan skin, pixie cut brown hair with luscious curls, a red tinge suit and a small monocle on his right eye seeming to be reading the newspaper, Vincent felt his heart jump at the sight, a little confused at the reaction he strived up to the man and tapped him on the shoulder. Assuming the man was French Vincent starting talking with a terrible accent
“Bonjour…(hello)” Vincent introduced
“Bonsoir, puis-je vous aider?(good evening, is there anything I can help you with?)” The man responded titling his head.
‘Jeez Vincent you really put yourself in the situation’ he thought to himself, staring blankly at the man
“Diiii-“ he couldn’t even speak, the beauty sat before him made him stutter.
“êtes-vous d'accord? (Are you okay)” The man started getting a little impatient.
“Bonjour? (Hello?)” the man stood up, only just coming up to Vincent’s chin
“Di- direc- directions!” Vincent blurted out pointing at the address on the small paper he held, slightly wet from nerves.
“Ah directions, of course my good sir!” The man peaked at the paper
“You speak English?” Vincent’s heart could’ve been heard from miles away.
“Why of course I do! You appear knew around here, soo quick tip… if you speak English just speak English… we all know it here” the man patted his shoulder pulling the paper from Vincent’s clamped fingers.
“Ah! This isn’t far from the bar I was going to head too, here I’ll walk you”
“Oh! Thank you very much and I’ll uh keep that tip to mind” he awkwardly giggled rubbing the back of his neck as he started to walk.
“Oh my name is Vincent, Vincent Whittman!” He held out his hand but not before he wiped away the sweat buildup.
“And mine is Alastor, Alastor Hartfelt” The now named Alastor placed his hand into Vincent’s, shaking it firmly. Vincent kept the conversation going with simply questions like “how long have you been here for” which to his dismay was answered very half assed “oh too many count” Alastor stated, avoiding eye contact as he skipped along the side walk. Only one of Vincent’s questions really sparked his interest.
“so what do you do for work”
“I am a radio host” Alastor announced prideful
“And what might your job be” he peered over to Vincent
“I was a new anchor! But I had to leave due to circumstances…” Vincent seemed to have drifted off mid sentence as his hand made a fist, almost white knuckling.
“But I’ve landed a job here as a new anchor again. I hope everyone’s welcome, I’ve got so many ideas” even if New Orleans was still new to television, he’s been on all kinds of television in Washington. He started to ramble, about how he started off a weather man but was given a promotion due to a sudden death of the original anchor…
Alastor noticed something change in his eyes when Vincent talked about said Anchor, like a switch of vengeance went off.
“Vincent, you’re rambling” Alastor yawned.
“Oh! Sorry, sometimes I really don’t know when to shut up haha.. ha…” Vincent laughed it off like he isn’t deeply embarrassed.
“All is good kind man, you’re rambling seemed to have gotten us to your apartment and my bar” Alastor said with a wide smile plastered to his face.
“Oh yes! It appears we have” he looks down at is watch “sorry gotta go! But it was a definite pleasure meeting you today and thank you kindly for delivering me. I hope to see you again soon” Vincent put his best show stopping smile on, bowing quickly and turning on his heel towards the complex.
Alastor watched as Vincent ran off
“Oh dear God Alastor you finally make it” a squeaky voice is heard behind me.
“Yes mimzy dear, I have arrived”
“Who was that” a deeper voice appearing.
“Well dear husk, that was a new friend of mine: Vincent…” Alastor peered off, watching Vincent disappear into the building.
“Oh god, I know that look.” Husk shock his head
“Please for the love god, please just be a normal friend. I don’t need anymore blood and…” Husk didn’t want to finish his sentence.
“And what husk? Please do finish that sentence” Alastor leaned into him.
“I’m good thanks” husk replied
“I think he means semen Alastor” Mimzy exclaims. Both role their eyes
“I knew what he meant Mimzy, it was sarcasm” Alastor rubs his forehead.
“Okay damn, don’t get feisty” Mimzy snarky reply nearly sent Alastor into a fit. The two shoo off into the bar with Alastor dragging behind, hoping to get one last small peak of Vincent.
Back with Vincent, out of break from running up the stairs he made it just in the time for the agent. Payment paid and keys now in his hands, Vincent walks into the dusty old apartment.
“Needs a definite clean” he rubs his hands along the pale walls.
“And a definite air out” he coughs “I feel like I’m back in the smoker carriage” he exclaimed. Opening all the windows making a quick call to the television station, confirming some meetings and finally taking a shower. Washing all the dust of him, brushing his teeth peacefully until a certain someone sneaks their way into his mind, feeling the strain on his pj pants… jeez he only just met this guy and now he’s off fantasising about him, Just the way he talked got Vincent all hot and bothered. Inching his hand closer to the tent, he yanked his hand away refusing to even dare think anymore. Instead he forced himself back into the shower drowning himself in cold water and throwing himself into bed and falling asleep a little too quickly. Thinking about what awaits him the next day.