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Jason hated politics. It was one thing when visitors had come to St Louis, he was usually able to get away as soon as the 'greet and bite' was over with.
This was different though, they were the visitors here. There was no cleather and bondage gear here, it was all well-cut business suits and cocktail dresses. Hardly any of the conversations were in english, and the few languages he did know were spoken in dialects he didn't recognize. The faces were all a blur, above him in more ways than one.
All in all, Jason felt like a child among them, and he was. Between not being able to understand anyone and finding out that even the smallest woman here towered over him in her heels, Jason was wishing he'd left with the other pommes instead of taking Asher's option of staying here.
Not that Asher would notice if he left, caught up as he was in some conversation. Jason was watching it from the corner of his eye, reminding himself it would be very bad for them if he went over and tried to rip that redhead's hand off for touching his Asher. Reminding himself that here he was only a pomme, and a pomme didn't have any rights.
Suddenly Jason jerks awake, finding himself laying in a pool of sunshine and not in some underground layer. He looks around and squints at the windows, throwing his magazine and hitting the wall below the open window, scaring off the pigeon that had woken him. His head falls back onto the floor and he stares at the ceiling. It was just a stupid dream, his fears and worries manifesting in his mind and finding an outlet, or so Sylvia's girlfriend would have told him.
He'd taken care of things today, had food delivered from some little market that the doorman recommended, sunproofed the bedroom. He'd even gotten around to unpacking and ordering few books. And he'd paiid for everything in cash, considering he'd closed out his account after paying for his plane ticket.
Sighing, he rolled and stood, closing the window and heading into the bedroom. Curling up beside Asher, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. He'd keep his nightmares to himself and leave things in Asher's hands.
This was different though, they were the visitors here. There was no cleather and bondage gear here, it was all well-cut business suits and cocktail dresses. Hardly any of the conversations were in english, and the few languages he did know were spoken in dialects he didn't recognize. The faces were all a blur, above him in more ways than one.
All in all, Jason felt like a child among them, and he was. Between not being able to understand anyone and finding out that even the smallest woman here towered over him in her heels, Jason was wishing he'd left with the other pommes instead of taking Asher's option of staying here.
Not that Asher would notice if he left, caught up as he was in some conversation. Jason was watching it from the corner of his eye, reminding himself it would be very bad for them if he went over and tried to rip that redhead's hand off for touching his Asher. Reminding himself that here he was only a pomme, and a pomme didn't have any rights.
Suddenly Jason jerks awake, finding himself laying in a pool of sunshine and not in some underground layer. He looks around and squints at the windows, throwing his magazine and hitting the wall below the open window, scaring off the pigeon that had woken him. His head falls back onto the floor and he stares at the ceiling. It was just a stupid dream, his fears and worries manifesting in his mind and finding an outlet, or so Sylvia's girlfriend would have told him.
He'd taken care of things today, had food delivered from some little market that the doorman recommended, sunproofed the bedroom. He'd even gotten around to unpacking and ordering few books. And he'd paiid for everything in cash, considering he'd closed out his account after paying for his plane ticket.
Sighing, he rolled and stood, closing the window and heading into the bedroom. Curling up beside Asher, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. He'd keep his nightmares to himself and leave things in Asher's hands.