Looking for trouble? (open)
Despite having been at the Mansion almost a year and a half, Spade's never really found himself at ease here. Maybe the less so since Livia left him, but truth be told, that wasn't the biggest problem. He was a man who knew his place, back at home, who had a great command of his city and his job, even if the rap was lousy nine times of ten, and the pay was worse. Even if everyone was playing him, at least he knew what the game was.
It's warm again, and Spade is wandering, sometimes lingering on the porch, sometimes venturing farther. He itches for something or someone new, but frankly, any distraction would be welcome right now. And he's got half an eye out for Florian or Mosca, or even for some of his old acquaintances he hasn't seen in awhile. You know things are looking bad when seeing Mad Sweeney would make you feel more normal.
It's warm again, and Spade is wandering, sometimes lingering on the porch, sometimes venturing farther. He itches for something or someone new, but frankly, any distraction would be welcome right now. And he's got half an eye out for Florian or Mosca, or even for some of his old acquaintances he hasn't seen in awhile. You know things are looking bad when seeing Mad Sweeney would make you feel more normal.