R5: Game
Title: Game
Characters: Giovanni, Pearl
POV: Giovanni? N/A
Notes: Takes place when they're in their twenties and just met. I was thinking, seriously, can I imagine Giovanni falling in love like 'you're the one for me- be my Valentine! I genuinely care about you and hold you as me equal-' ...Errr, probably not. He's a man that lives on power, and that's the only thing he can fall in love with, or at least until he finally grows up. There's like a few comments at the end.
There are a few allusions about Pearl's rebelliousness and character that involve parts of Irish History.
She was holding court on the table, a cigarette perched in one hand and a wine glass dancing in the other. And she laughed carelessly, throwing her guttural roaring guffaws left and right like coins to beggars.
The moment he strode in, the men clustered around her immediately went silent. They had probably heard the rumors.
“Accountant Corvear. Would you come with me?”
“Ain’t nine a’clock yet, sir,” she replied cheekily with deliberate, outright, provocative insolence. “What, can’t have time to myself now? A girl likes a bit of time with a smoky and a shiner and a couple fifteen of her buddies.”
He looked at her straight in the face, and she looked right back. She was twenty-two, but she looked anywhere from six to sixty, with her jaded grin and her uncaring winks. She had written ‘Burger King’ as her place of birth, but he thought that she had a roguish sort of charm like a naughty leprechaun. He supposed that she could be considered an attractive woman with that wicked eye and lips like an inflamed gash, but what he found so intriguing was the hunger on her face, hunger that could only be called hunger because it could not be called hatred.
“Come now, Corvear. There is something I would like to discuss with you.”
She cackled, throwing her cigarette over her shoulder. “Hear that, boys? He says ‘discuss!’”
“Do not mock me,” he growled, all the while thinking of how much sweeter it would be to have her under his foot at last. “This is about your accounts, in case you need to know.”
To his relief, she handed her wine glass to a favored companion and hopped off the table with a graceful sort of flop. She bent down to pick up her high heels, then sauntered over to him. “You’re the boss, boss.”
“Go to your office. I believe you have your files there.”
“So, what about my accounts?” She sat down without offering him a seat.
“This isn’t about your accounts,” he replied. “This is about all your nocturnal companions. You will not sleep with any other man from now one.”
For a moment, she stared. Then she burst out into her husky, harsh laughter. “’Cept for you, guessing?”
“Except for me,” he confirmed. “Stop laughing.” He wondered what she found so hilarious.
“Well, no can-do,” she said when she stopped hee-hawing.
He stopped. What? “Excuse me?”
She leaned back in her chair again, bosoms wobbling in the air. He wanted to sink his teeth into them and devour them like candies. “Told’ya, boss, I say no. What do you think I am?”
Automatically, threats ran through his mind. Demotion. Banishment. Assignment to the worst duties. Beatings. Punishment. Death. But he quickly ignored them- they would give him no pleasure. That totally defeated the point of why he was bringing her to bed anyways- normal women were a dime a dozen. The woman in front of him was, well, a pearl. Nobody else spat at the world and laughed as hard when it rubbed its eye.
He didn’t so much want her as he wanted to see that unconquerable spirit, that laughing jaded woman, leashed up for his bidding as a testament to his power.
“Might I force you to?” he asked quietly. The struggle for domination- that was a delicious challenge.
“I’m nobody’s dog.”
“I am the leader here, Accountant. You know that well.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she snorted. “I just said I’m no one’s dog.”
“I can order you killed right now. I can order you served in the hamburgers.” She was rapidly pushing his anger, and his frustration began to show. But that was why he was here in the first place.
“Whatever. You haven’t so far, have you?” she snorted as if rebelling against the English.
“Do not press your luck.” He turned around and walked away.
“You givin’ up?” she snorted, surprised.
“I will not be continuing our liaison if you insist on this pattern of behavior.”
She knew he was not referring to her impudence. “Yeah. See ya ‘round.”
He came into his room and started to untie his tie when he sensed something and turned around.
Corvear was lounging on his bed naked, mounds of flesh undulating when she shifted.
“I thought you weren’t coming back.”
“Mmhmm. I told my old pals to go away.”
“For me? I am flattered,” he replied dryly.
“You should be.”
“Hmm.”
They continued staring each other in the eye.
She broke the silence. “I didn’t come all way up here to be stared at. Let’s get going already!”
Besides, she thought to herself, she could always leave him if she got bored. But for now, it was fun playing around with such a strong, powerful fellow.
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So they obviously don't exactly love each other. Both of them are selfish and uncaring- Giovanni wants to bring her under his control because he likes to see that he is powerful. Pearl is just with him because she's tired of being the bottom on the boot and wants to have fun. They-re still young- neither of them cares for the other.
Irish history is peppered with rebellions against foreign rule.
The words "I'm nobody's dog" are very important to her.
.
Characters: Giovanni, Pearl
POV: Giovanni? N/A
Notes: Takes place when they're in their twenties and just met. I was thinking, seriously, can I imagine Giovanni falling in love like 'you're the one for me- be my Valentine! I genuinely care about you and hold you as me equal-' ...Errr, probably not. He's a man that lives on power, and that's the only thing he can fall in love with, or at least until he finally grows up. There's like a few comments at the end.
There are a few allusions about Pearl's rebelliousness and character that involve parts of Irish History.
She was holding court on the table, a cigarette perched in one hand and a wine glass dancing in the other. And she laughed carelessly, throwing her guttural roaring guffaws left and right like coins to beggars.
The moment he strode in, the men clustered around her immediately went silent. They had probably heard the rumors.
“Accountant Corvear. Would you come with me?”
“Ain’t nine a’clock yet, sir,” she replied cheekily with deliberate, outright, provocative insolence. “What, can’t have time to myself now? A girl likes a bit of time with a smoky and a shiner and a couple fifteen of her buddies.”
He looked at her straight in the face, and she looked right back. She was twenty-two, but she looked anywhere from six to sixty, with her jaded grin and her uncaring winks. She had written ‘Burger King’ as her place of birth, but he thought that she had a roguish sort of charm like a naughty leprechaun. He supposed that she could be considered an attractive woman with that wicked eye and lips like an inflamed gash, but what he found so intriguing was the hunger on her face, hunger that could only be called hunger because it could not be called hatred.
“Come now, Corvear. There is something I would like to discuss with you.”
She cackled, throwing her cigarette over her shoulder. “Hear that, boys? He says ‘discuss!’”
“Do not mock me,” he growled, all the while thinking of how much sweeter it would be to have her under his foot at last. “This is about your accounts, in case you need to know.”
To his relief, she handed her wine glass to a favored companion and hopped off the table with a graceful sort of flop. She bent down to pick up her high heels, then sauntered over to him. “You’re the boss, boss.”
“Go to your office. I believe you have your files there.”
“So, what about my accounts?” She sat down without offering him a seat.
“This isn’t about your accounts,” he replied. “This is about all your nocturnal companions. You will not sleep with any other man from now one.”
For a moment, she stared. Then she burst out into her husky, harsh laughter. “’Cept for you, guessing?”
“Except for me,” he confirmed. “Stop laughing.” He wondered what she found so hilarious.
“Well, no can-do,” she said when she stopped hee-hawing.
He stopped. What? “Excuse me?”
She leaned back in her chair again, bosoms wobbling in the air. He wanted to sink his teeth into them and devour them like candies. “Told’ya, boss, I say no. What do you think I am?”
Automatically, threats ran through his mind. Demotion. Banishment. Assignment to the worst duties. Beatings. Punishment. Death. But he quickly ignored them- they would give him no pleasure. That totally defeated the point of why he was bringing her to bed anyways- normal women were a dime a dozen. The woman in front of him was, well, a pearl. Nobody else spat at the world and laughed as hard when it rubbed its eye.
He didn’t so much want her as he wanted to see that unconquerable spirit, that laughing jaded woman, leashed up for his bidding as a testament to his power.
“Might I force you to?” he asked quietly. The struggle for domination- that was a delicious challenge.
“I’m nobody’s dog.”
“I am the leader here, Accountant. You know that well.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she snorted. “I just said I’m no one’s dog.”
“I can order you killed right now. I can order you served in the hamburgers.” She was rapidly pushing his anger, and his frustration began to show. But that was why he was here in the first place.
“Whatever. You haven’t so far, have you?” she snorted as if rebelling against the English.
“Do not press your luck.” He turned around and walked away.
“You givin’ up?” she snorted, surprised.
“I will not be continuing our liaison if you insist on this pattern of behavior.”
She knew he was not referring to her impudence. “Yeah. See ya ‘round.”
He came into his room and started to untie his tie when he sensed something and turned around.
Corvear was lounging on his bed naked, mounds of flesh undulating when she shifted.
“I thought you weren’t coming back.”
“Mmhmm. I told my old pals to go away.”
“For me? I am flattered,” he replied dryly.
“You should be.”
“Hmm.”
They continued staring each other in the eye.
She broke the silence. “I didn’t come all way up here to be stared at. Let’s get going already!”
Besides, she thought to herself, she could always leave him if she got bored. But for now, it was fun playing around with such a strong, powerful fellow.
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So they obviously don't exactly love each other. Both of them are selfish and uncaring- Giovanni wants to bring her under his control because he likes to see that he is powerful. Pearl is just with him because she's tired of being the bottom on the boot and wants to have fun. They-re still young- neither of them cares for the other.
Irish history is peppered with rebellions against foreign rule.
The words "I'm nobody's dog" are very important to her.
.