cannibal; kendall roy

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As the pair wandered around the beach they seemed to come closer to Shiv and Roman, who seemed to have been on their own sort of mini adventure. The siblings, seeming to be judging the couple from a distance.

"Oh, my god. Look at them." Shiv whispered

"No thanks."

"I don't think I can do this."

Roman eyes her coat, chuckling a little "Do you think she skinned it herself, or is it a family heirloom?"

"Definitely skinned it herself. Or Kendall paid someone to." Shiv says grinning a little

"Hey." Kendall calls, nodding in the direction of the siblings

"Dead man walking. The fucking cadaver awakens."

"You're so polite" Marguerite says, looking over in the direction of Roman "Don't you know?"

She can never quite stand Roman.

"And you're sober for once. Both of you. Wow. Cheers."

Shiv nudges him, harshly, as if to draw the line on making fun of the pair. It was too much and he had to draw a line somewhere. It wasn't even true, either. Marguerite hadn't taken any coke today, leading to her unusually happy demeanor. It was just alcohol, which just painted over her unhappy facade, and glossed the faces of her company, turning them into blurry figures.

"When did you crawl in?" Shiv asks, standing defensively behind Roman

"Earlier today. You?"

Shiv doesn't answer, instead looking into the pool of water in front of her, the tall grass billowing around her.

"So, you spoken to him, is this real? Is he gonna do it?" Roman asks "Is he gonna sell?"

"Uh, I don't know. He was talking business with Lou for a bit."

"Business? With Lou?" Roman giggles a little, before turning to look over at Shiv who shoots him a look "Oh shit, sorry I forgot. You have a real job now."

Yes, without so much as a congratulations—Marguerite had stepped into the role of CEO at her company. She worked long hours, pushing herself awake in early midnights to meet French times.

She drank. And usually only found joy when it came to her getting to deal with the slightest bits of marketing—approving campaigns, and whatnot. The numbers? The numbers made her feel sick.

"Thanks, Roman."

"Always, Mar-Can-You-Fuck-Me."

She sighs "I thought we were doing Lou-Lou now?"

"Eh." He shrugs "No thanks." Then turning to Kendall, his mood sharpens, as if turning back to the topic at hand "What the fuck happened? Why'd you pull out?"

"I guess, uh. I saw the plan. You know, Dad's plan is better." Kendall stiffens.

In hindsight, it sounded like utter bullshit.

Roman turns around to look at Shiv and then back around to look at the pair "Mm. Mhm. Okay. Bullshit. What happened?"

"I changed my mind I guess."

"Fuck you. And you couldn't have changed your mind before my wedding?" Shiv asks

"You do realize how fucked you're going to be as soon as you're no longer of any use to him, right?" Roman keeps going, despite looking at the half dead look on his brother's face and the scowl that was beginning to form on Marguerite's "He's got you eating fucking humiliation gumbo on TV, and then what?"