Forever or Never

Forever or Never: 12

"She's wonderful, isn't she?" A quiet voice suddenly spoke up from the side. Victor looked away from the red haired woman at the piano and looked to the man suddenly by his side. Honestly, he had got a little tired of Igor and Lorelei casting looks at each other from across the table and had gone off in search for Mercy. She had after all been whisked away by people she seemingly knew. Victor couldn't help but drink somewhat bitterly over this. He wasn't so deluded to think that she didn't know and socialise with other people. She'd been mingling in these sorts of things way before they crossed paths. So why, why did he feel such bitterness to her being pulled away? Sure, she had sent him - along with Igor an apologetic look - but even still, that did little really to quell the growing annoyance. To begin with he did wonder if he was jealous.

But then he realised that he actually really didn't trust or even like the people around him as far as he could throw them; which really wasn't all that far, he gathered. They were all seemingly so self-consumed in themselves and joyously laughing with exuded drama that really, they were an eclectic lot of two faced imbeciles. There wasn't anything particularly interesting really about anyone around. Their narrow-mindedness might be classed as 'interesting', not that Victor dwelt on it.

"You know her?" It was an obvious response he knew, but what else did he really have to say to this stranger?

The man laughed, it was an odd laugh, like Victor was missing out on a private joke. He didn't like that. He could feel his shoulders hunch slightly and his eyes darken. That was another point he made note of. He was making mental notes of what was annoying about this man.

His obnoxious laugh was one. His alert and speculative eyes were another; he was constantly watching everything, never staying on one thing for more than a few seconds. The fact that when he looked to Victor, he looked down on him. It was condescending. The man was a good head and a half taller than him, so he did crane his neck down to look Victor in the eyes. Blonde brown slicked hair, expensive suit, he was another one of those self-assured idiots. Like the world would kneel at his feet and worship him and his apparent appeal. And he seemed to have some sort of appeal to the women who passed them by.

Which caused Victor to narrow his eyes. He tightened his hold on the glass stem in his hand and had to put it down on a passing waiter's tray so he didn't snap it. Or throw the remaining content over this man. Either was okay, he supposed, though he didn't want glass in his hands.

"My dear man, everyone does." He responded with another one of those laughs.

Victor frowned and clenched his fists behind his back. He didn't quite like what he was possibly suggesting at. Could be nothing. He could be looking too into it. But there was something...but then, looking around Victor did notice how this man wasn't the lone one to be eyeing Mercy up as she played at the piano. For someone who was so hesitant, she seemed to get so lost. She was wonderful. She is wonderful. He couldn't disagree. He had never been to one of her recitals for some such half-intended excuse. Truthfully, Victor thought he'd be bored. So he never went. This was the first time he saw her play, and honestly he did not believe he'd ever see anyone who looked so peacefully engrossed in what they were doing. Her whole concentration was on the instrument before her.

"How?"

"Sorry?" The man double took not believing Victor had piped up again.

With hard eyes he turned his face up to look at him. "How do you and everyone else apparently know her?"

"How else?" The man smirked, which caused Victor's eyes to harden and narrow even more, if that were possible. He sighed, "We go to her shows. We go to her parent's parties. Though I must admit: I've never seen you sniffing about before."