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Fancy dresses. Tuxes. A seven course dinner followed by a slow precision into the auditorium. Then three hours of absolute torture.
Well, Jason couldn't call it that. Maybe he would actually enjoy it if he understood Russian. Why did it have to be in Russian anyway? What was wrong with French or Spanish? At least then he would know what was going on besides that chick had been sold to that guy, then kidnapped by another guy and now he was lost.
He was managing not to fidget or sigh, keeping his eyes on the ballet and acting interested. All in the interest of keeping the silly and gaudily dressed tarts and bastards they were with happy, when all he wanted to do was go back to the apartment and watch CSI reruns.
Which was just more proof that he was out of his league and left him wondering if he was truly worth being offered the marks to become Asher's servant.
Well, Jason couldn't call it that. Maybe he would actually enjoy it if he understood Russian. Why did it have to be in Russian anyway? What was wrong with French or Spanish? At least then he would know what was going on besides that chick had been sold to that guy, then kidnapped by another guy and now he was lost.
He was managing not to fidget or sigh, keeping his eyes on the ballet and acting interested. All in the interest of keeping the silly and gaudily dressed tarts and bastards they were with happy, when all he wanted to do was go back to the apartment and watch CSI reruns.
Which was just more proof that he was out of his league and left him wondering if he was truly worth being offered the marks to become Asher's servant.