cannibal; kendall roy

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"I heard they sacked you, or is that just a rumor?" Stewy asked her curiously, leaning into the bar counter. He hadn't seen her in years. Not online. Not in person. Not anywhere. She wasn't his friend. She had been Shiv's—and then Kendall's whatever the hell they were.

It wasn't his business who or what his friend fucked. Why would he consume himself with worrying over her shit, when he hardly knew her? Kendall, was the only person in proximity to her that he actually gave a fuck about.

And now, here she was —seemingly unaware that Kendall Roy was on his way to the same exact party.

"Hello to you too, Stewy." Marguerite replied, rolling her eyes "Ten years later, and you still don't look a bit over forty."

He bites his tongue, that irked him. No, he did not like forty. He had injections and fucking facials—and hell, doctors to make sure that shit didn't happen. Then there was the fact that he was Persian. Persians didn't look like shit. Ever. "You didn't expect me to be friendly, did you?" He asked, pretending to sound offended "We weren't ever friends, Marguerite. How could I choose you in the pretend divorce?"

He isn't wrong. "I would've done the same."

"Well, you chose Shiv. Both times, I think? That is, if you're going to the wedding for all the rights reasons. Actually, were you even invited?"

"Funny Stewy. Funny."

"I'm just making conversation, that's all. Besides, I didn't think I'd ever get to see you again. Why are you here by the way? In fucking Rhomboid of all places?"

"Long story."

"Do I get to hear how you were fired?"

She shoots him a nasty look "I was not fired."

"Eh, that's not what I've been hearing."

"Who have you been talking to?" Marguerite questions looking at him strangely "It hasn't even been publicly announced that I left yet."

He shrugs "So, I now finally understand why Kendall had a thing for the accent. It's different now, did you finally stopping holding back for Captain Shiv?"

"Stewy, do you have a reason to be here?"

He looks around and then chuckles "I do, believe me. Otherwise, I'd let my girlfriend rip through here alone. But, you being here is more interesting than my actual business at the moment. You've really got to tell me why you came here. I'm beyond intrigued."

"Find me someone who has a stash of something, and then you've got a deal."

"What do you want?" He asks, "I'll get it over here in five."

Oh, so she's properly fucked. The rumors are very alive and real. Rehab, has seemingly not worked on Marguerite Garnier. Nor has it seemed to work on Kendall Roy.

"Surprise me."

He looks at her and grins for a second before laughing "God, you really haven't changed" she looks almost insulted as he continues "No, god no don't be offended Lou, it's a compliment."

He motions towards someone and then looks at her cheekily "So, are you going to tell me or what?"

"They're replacing me, and in order to do that they have to announce it. Which to them meant doing some sort of ridiculous cover shoot. It was supposed to be some flirtatious and gorgeous send off, but instead it was a butchered mess. Absolutely awful. I ended up breaking a mirror."

"Was it an expensive one?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, just curious."