RP Prompt for mr_colbert - Tad's Apartment (The Balcony Scene).
Although this is a prompt for mr_colbert, other pups and mun's are encouraged to leave a comment.
Halloween was particularly creepy this year. It was success, of course - my triple layer chocolate cake (complete with orange and black frosting to suit the occasion) never fails at a company party. I was planning on actually going at a Martini but changed my mind at the last minute. By divine inspiration, I convinced myself to purchase a smock, palate and paintbrush at a local art supply store, dig out a beret from the closet and go out as a tortured artist of some sort. Several people approached me at the party to tell me how eerily well the look suited me. I really don't understand the logic behind this.
I would say that I was better off - as Stephen befriended his martini glass repeatedly - but at one point during the night, he mistook me for a BLT. I'm sure you can imagine how drunk he was.
Although, before he got completely hammered, he asked me to track down a box of Cuban cigars and a bottle of 15 year old scotch. I put the scotch on the company tab and convinced his strange, Canadian lady friend to send over the cigars, since they're much easier to get there than here.
And here I am, out on my apartment balcony with my laptop, an unread copy of Capote's In Cold Blood, the scotch and cigars waiting for Stephen to come back from the bathroom. He's only here for the balcony - I'm pretty sure he's trying to recreate his experiences from Boston. Oh, if only Alan knew.
I wish he would hurry up because I swear I saw a few flurries fall just moments ago.