The glove has been tossed down...
And I get the distinct impression that the battle has just begun.
We met, the rat of a man and I, today at four. Our discussion was brief, though throughout, I noted his right hand remained in his pocket. Here's a synopsis, such as it is, of what took place.
Me- "Alastaire."
Him- "Tyrel."
*brief handshake ((A weak one at that))*
Me- "We have a problem. Your conduct on Friday was less than gentlemanly. One might even go so far as to say that it was despicable, bordering on rape."
Him- *no reply, but for a slight shrug*
Me- "I'm going to make this simple for you. She doesn't want to speak to you again. Don't phone her, don't even think her name. You are nothing to her, a foot-note in her history, perhaps. Just walk away.
Him- "You woke me up for this?"
Me- *noncomittal shrug*
Him- "I need my beauty sleep you know."
Me- "You certainly do. *pause* So, we are agreed then?"
Him- "No."
Me- *sigh* And why not? She wants no part of your life. What do you intend on doing?"
Him- "Maybe I'll send her flowers."
Me- "You'd be waisting your money, and your time."
Him- "I have a great deal of both. The fact is, I don't trust you, and so you could just as likely be lying to me."
Me- "And the fact that she hasn't returned your how many calls isn't proof enough for you?"
Him- "Two."
Me- "Regardless, she's entrusted this matter to me, because she no longer considers you. You are nothing. You're only making yourself look worse... to me, and to her."
Him- "Well, since she's never going to be speaking to me again, that doesn't really matter. And you don't mean shit to me."
Me- "I honestly don't care to hear my standing in your mind, as it doesn't matter. Give up, walk away..."
Him- "Where did you grow up?"
Me- "Pardon?"
Him- "Where did you grow up?"
Me- "In this very city."
Him- "So using words like 'Entrusted', and that fake british accent are all bullshit then, right?"
Me- *shaking my head* "I don't think this discussion is based on my flaws or faults, but rather on yours."
Him- "Fine, we'll talk about my fake ass british accent."
Me- "I'm not going to discuss the ridiculous somantics of this with you, boy. The fact is, you are no longer a part of her life. Deal with it."
Him- "I have to say I must commend you on how you dealt with Jen."
Me- *another sigh* "Dealt with Jen?"
Him- "She made advances on you, and you rejected them. I have to commend you... you played her well."
Me- "I'm sorry, but you seem to be misinformed. Jen never made any moves one me. She was my friend, to be sure, but she never made moves on me."
Him- "That's not how I hear it."
Me- *shaking head* Alastaire, I'd like to think we were both gentlemen, despite obvious proof on your part to the contrary."
Him- *laughing* "No, we're not."
Me- "Speak for yourself. I'm trying to deal with this in as civil and cordial a manner as possible. It comes down to this. You're done. Go find some other woman who's willing to fall for.. whatever it is that you have."
Him- "Whatever it is WE had. You have to remember, I had her first."
Me- *slight chuckle* "Indeed, you did. And now, she is with me."
Him- "Sad but true."
Me- "You should focus on the truth of it. That should tell you something."
Him- "It certainly should."
Me- "Like, perhaps, that I am better than you. She's chosen to be with me... she loves me. I am the better man."
*mutual pause*
Me- "Dissapear, boy."
Him- "There goes that pretentious accent again..."
*we walk our seperate ways*
So, given that... I'd say this is far from over... However, I also have no intention of speaking to or meeting up with this contemptable filth again. Perhaps if both Holly and I ignore him from here on, he'll realize the absolute truth of the message I was sending. He is barely the shadow in her life... intangible, and irresolute under the glaring light of truth. My he find his home in the shadows of his solitude.
If he doesn't, however... Then cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war...
-Prince Devlin
We met, the rat of a man and I, today at four. Our discussion was brief, though throughout, I noted his right hand remained in his pocket. Here's a synopsis, such as it is, of what took place.
Me- "Alastaire."
Him- "Tyrel."
*brief handshake ((A weak one at that))*
Me- "We have a problem. Your conduct on Friday was less than gentlemanly. One might even go so far as to say that it was despicable, bordering on rape."
Him- *no reply, but for a slight shrug*
Me- "I'm going to make this simple for you. She doesn't want to speak to you again. Don't phone her, don't even think her name. You are nothing to her, a foot-note in her history, perhaps. Just walk away.
Him- "You woke me up for this?"
Me- *noncomittal shrug*
Him- "I need my beauty sleep you know."
Me- "You certainly do. *pause* So, we are agreed then?"
Him- "No."
Me- *sigh* And why not? She wants no part of your life. What do you intend on doing?"
Him- "Maybe I'll send her flowers."
Me- "You'd be waisting your money, and your time."
Him- "I have a great deal of both. The fact is, I don't trust you, and so you could just as likely be lying to me."
Me- "And the fact that she hasn't returned your how many calls isn't proof enough for you?"
Him- "Two."
Me- "Regardless, she's entrusted this matter to me, because she no longer considers you. You are nothing. You're only making yourself look worse... to me, and to her."
Him- "Well, since she's never going to be speaking to me again, that doesn't really matter. And you don't mean shit to me."
Me- "I honestly don't care to hear my standing in your mind, as it doesn't matter. Give up, walk away..."
Him- "Where did you grow up?"
Me- "Pardon?"
Him- "Where did you grow up?"
Me- "In this very city."
Him- "So using words like 'Entrusted', and that fake british accent are all bullshit then, right?"
Me- *shaking my head* "I don't think this discussion is based on my flaws or faults, but rather on yours."
Him- "Fine, we'll talk about my fake ass british accent."
Me- "I'm not going to discuss the ridiculous somantics of this with you, boy. The fact is, you are no longer a part of her life. Deal with it."
Him- "I have to say I must commend you on how you dealt with Jen."
Me- *another sigh* "Dealt with Jen?"
Him- "She made advances on you, and you rejected them. I have to commend you... you played her well."
Me- "I'm sorry, but you seem to be misinformed. Jen never made any moves one me. She was my friend, to be sure, but she never made moves on me."
Him- "That's not how I hear it."
Me- *shaking head* Alastaire, I'd like to think we were both gentlemen, despite obvious proof on your part to the contrary."
Him- *laughing* "No, we're not."
Me- "Speak for yourself. I'm trying to deal with this in as civil and cordial a manner as possible. It comes down to this. You're done. Go find some other woman who's willing to fall for.. whatever it is that you have."
Him- "Whatever it is WE had. You have to remember, I had her first."
Me- *slight chuckle* "Indeed, you did. And now, she is with me."
Him- "Sad but true."
Me- "You should focus on the truth of it. That should tell you something."
Him- "It certainly should."
Me- "Like, perhaps, that I am better than you. She's chosen to be with me... she loves me. I am the better man."
*mutual pause*
Me- "Dissapear, boy."
Him- "There goes that pretentious accent again..."
*we walk our seperate ways*
So, given that... I'd say this is far from over... However, I also have no intention of speaking to or meeting up with this contemptable filth again. Perhaps if both Holly and I ignore him from here on, he'll realize the absolute truth of the message I was sending. He is barely the shadow in her life... intangible, and irresolute under the glaring light of truth. My he find his home in the shadows of his solitude.
If he doesn't, however... Then cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war...
-Prince Devlin