[ v i d e o ]
[ The screen lights on to a dim room, the kind with half light, and candles on the tables, and Mitch and Zee are just sitting there, both with steaks and drinks, and they have the look of two self-satisfied, smug bastards. ]
There's something I've come to notice about restrictions. We have laws, and order, and then we have self-imposed barriers. Things that we say we believe, if only to hold onto a modicum of control. It's almost depressing how much it holds us back.
The only thing that really holds anyone back is ourselves. [A momentary pause as she delicately cuts at a steak, parting a bite-sized piece from the slab of meat.] More specifically, what others think of us and the actions we take.
[ These are classy bastards. Mitch is just going to take a long drink of that whisky he's holding. ] It's not what others think of you that we should be concerned about. It's what we're doing. It's the impression you're leaving on the world. I don't know about you, [ meaningful look at zee ] but personally, I think there's more I could be doing here.
There's always something more. Always. [Politely, she chews with her mouth closed, swallows, and takes a sip of wine before she continues.] But that doesn't matter, does it? It's never enough. No matter what you do, it's never enough.[She locks her eyes with Mitch, offering him a small shrug and a quiet little sigh. Like they're talking about how drab the weather's been lately.] I have to wonder how much of it is useless.
All of it, let's be honest. We're all just litlte rats in the wheel. Just going for a goal that, if we're going to keep being honest, is utterly unattainable. [ He takes another drink, and his lips curl up in a smile. ] Completely worthless. In the long run.
Which is why you must do what you can to enjoy yourself. Life is just one little pleasure after another. [Less than half of the steak has been eaten and she pushes it away. How wasteful.] So we've decided to indulge ourselves while we still can.
After all, you never know when things will just suddenly end. [ And his glass hits the table, it doesn't break, but there's a note of finality in that. Like a death knell. ] One day, it could all be over, and you wouldn't have even had a clue the end was coming.
[ ooc; Mitch and Zee are officially evil until the end of the month! ]
There's something I've come to notice about restrictions. We have laws, and order, and then we have self-imposed barriers. Things that we say we believe, if only to hold onto a modicum of control. It's almost depressing how much it holds us back.
The only thing that really holds anyone back is ourselves. [A momentary pause as she delicately cuts at a steak, parting a bite-sized piece from the slab of meat.] More specifically, what others think of us and the actions we take.
[ These are classy bastards. Mitch is just going to take a long drink of that whisky he's holding. ] It's not what others think of you that we should be concerned about. It's what we're doing. It's the impression you're leaving on the world. I don't know about you, [ meaningful look at zee ] but personally, I think there's more I could be doing here.
There's always something more. Always. [Politely, she chews with her mouth closed, swallows, and takes a sip of wine before she continues.] But that doesn't matter, does it? It's never enough. No matter what you do, it's never enough.[She locks her eyes with Mitch, offering him a small shrug and a quiet little sigh. Like they're talking about how drab the weather's been lately.] I have to wonder how much of it is useless.
All of it, let's be honest. We're all just litlte rats in the wheel. Just going for a goal that, if we're going to keep being honest, is utterly unattainable. [ He takes another drink, and his lips curl up in a smile. ] Completely worthless. In the long run.
Which is why you must do what you can to enjoy yourself. Life is just one little pleasure after another. [Less than half of the steak has been eaten and she pushes it away. How wasteful.] So we've decided to indulge ourselves while we still can.
After all, you never know when things will just suddenly end. [ And his glass hits the table, it doesn't break, but there's a note of finality in that. Like a death knell. ] One day, it could all be over, and you wouldn't have even had a clue the end was coming.
[ ooc; Mitch and Zee are officially evil until the end of the month! ]