[open, THNMY] Live seconds as a lifetime//Time it does not matter
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Mio Hongo is in a bar. Or perhaps a restaurant. Or a mall, or a theatre, or--anywhere really, but the point is that she is not in her office for once. She's taking the night (or afternoon, or morning) off and doing something that would be construed as ( Read more... )
Mio Hongo is in a bar. Or perhaps a restaurant. Or a mall, or a theatre, or--anywhere really, but the point is that she is not in her office for once. She's taking the night (or afternoon, or morning) off and doing something that would be construed as ( Read more... )
They agreed to meet for something non work related so while Sonny rarely ever leaves the Crowbar (he has gotten better about this), he is making an exception because his work is the Crowbar. It's more than the Crowbar because the Crowbar is more than it seems, but he knows that unless he's outside of it, it doesn't really count as taking a step away.
Sonny needs to take a step away, which is why he is at this bar with Mio. He likes Mio, has liked doing business with her as it's simple and straightforward, and likes talking to her, which is always fucking rare for him. Sonny likes talking to everyone that comes into his own bar about advice and the like. However, there aren't a lot of people that he meets and enjoys talking to in a one-on-one manner where he will divulge anything of his own of any substance.
He sits on the booth, glancing around the place and trying to not look critically at everything. Really, he is capable of enjoying things. Maybe.
"It's really fuckin' strange to be in someone else's bar," he says.
He doesn't just do this for anyone, but it sounds like getting away was important to her too.
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Mio grins. "It really is. I was beginning to think that you incapable of leaving the Crowbar," she says, not entirely joking.
Not that she was really any better about leaving her office, to be honest. Both of them were really bad about stepping away from their work, which was why they were making a point of taking a night out where no business talk would be allowed.
A waiter brings in there drinks.
"Thanks," Mio says, taking her iced tea.
"Well, now that our drinks are here, I suppose its time to start into the stupid teenager stories.
Mio takes a deep breath for dramatic effect. "So, as you have probably figured out by now (since It can be really fucking obvious from my mannerisms sometimes), I grew up in a wealthy family. And by wealthy, I mean filthy stinking rich. Of course, when you have that much money--especially if your family's had it for generations--there are expectations. Doubly so when your mother is a prominent socialite. You have to walk a certain way, and talk a certain way, and dress a certain way, because the family has to keep up appearances (otherwise known as rubbing our money in other people's faces and generally being pretentious assholes) at all times. Of course, you know me, I don't have tolerance for that kind of bullshit, so there was always considerable friction between my mother and I."
Mio lets out a short sardonic laugh. "Actually, that's understating it quite a lot. I was a shy, angry, and socially awkward child and nowhere as beautiful and charming as my older sister, so of course I was a constant disappointment to her. I figured, well, if she was going to get on my case about every little thing, I might as well give her something more substantial to us fight over besides the outfit I wore to her last gala. Actually, cutting my hair short like this was originally a ploy to piss off my mother. It worked, too. She nearly had a heart attack when she found out."
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"Sometimes I think I might be too," Sonny says with a smirk as he looks across at her, folding his arms across his chest. "How often is it that you leave the office anyway?"
Yes, that's right, they're both really bad at getting out and away from their work. For Sonny,t here's a lot of reasons for it and a lot of them have to do with safety even. He has control over his work, has control in the Crowbar, over everything that comes into it and he can manipulate it all as he needs.
The rest of the universe doesn't allow him that control, not that he has complete control even in the Crowbar, but he's gotten better about it. He's out here with her, right?
He takes his drink in his hand, and he's not drinking any alcohol himself. His reaction to being drunk isn't a good one so he tries to avoid drinking in general unless he needs to be a little numb.
"Yeah, suppose you're right. After you," Sonny says, lifting a hand in her direction and quieting as he takes a sip of is own drink, looking across the table at her.
He listens as she speaks, and he nods when there's the appropriate time to do so. "I figured you'd grown up rich, the kind of rich where there are expectations. Not the kind of rich these days where kids are spoiled without any expectations, just handed what they want," Sonny says, nodding as he looks at her, because there is a big difference between those two kinds of 'rich families'.
There's a huge difference.
He smirks slightly, rolling his eyes as she explains how her mother wanted her to fit into a mold. "If you're not the apple of their fucking eye then you're a disappointment," he says, shaking his head. "It's shit. Not all parents are like that, but it's fuckin' shit when they are like that."
And so many are like that whether they're rich or not rich, they can't accept their kids for who they are but want to fit them into a mold they don't fit in.
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Mio's much the same way about alcohol. It's way too easy for her to lose control of her powers if she's been drinking, and control has never been something she could afford to lose. Mostly, the only thing she allows herself to drink is the occasional glass of wine with dinner, but never more than a single glass at a time and she doesn't do it very often.
She nods. "I think it's also a cultural thing, to some extent. Propriety and tradition is a lot more important in Japan than it is here. A well-known person like Paris Hilton would never be able to get away with the kind of behavior that she displays in public here.
"And especially so because she is a woman. There is a certain amount of...misbehavior expected from men. But a woman is always supposed to be demure and polite and charming no matter what." Mio grimaces. It's really not hard to tell Mio's opinions on that subject.
"And what made things worse is that Misao, my sister, was supremely talented at manipulating people. Even as a child she could wrap people around her little finger just by smiling and fluttering her eyelashes. And my parents thought this was a good thing and encouraged that kind of behavior." Mio rolls her eyes.
"Granted, it could be fascinating to watch sometimes, if you were able to avoid the inevitable fallout." However, being Misao's sister meant that it wasn't always particularly easy to do so.
"So, the more my mother harped on me about every little thing, the more I resented her, and the more I resented her, the more I did things to annoy her, which caused her to be angry at me even more. It was a self-perpetuating cycle. Now that I'm an adult, I'm able to recognize that a lot of what she had to say about people's perceptions of you was absolutely true and I've used that knowledge to my advantage in many situations. But at sixteen, I didn't really care about anything other than the fact that my mother was an uptight bitch."
Mio snorts at her teen self's self-centeredness. "...I still think she's an uptight bitch, by the way. I'm just a lot more able to appreciate her redeeming qualities now that I've managed to put the distance of time and several universes between us."
[OOC: One of the reasons I love Revenge so much is that Victoria Grayson is almost exactly like Mio's mom. It's actually kinda creepy sometimes, how similar Victoria and Charlottes relationship is to the relationship Mio had with her mom.]
She takes a few sips of her drink. "But that's really enough with the angsty moaning about how awful and terrible my privileged upper-class childhood was, because it makes me sound ridiculous and it'll just ruin the mood."
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