Hindmost - Another Word for Chaos

Chapter 1: Holiday

Two people sat at a posh dimly lit restaurant, a squat man with a twirling goatee, who swore up and down that he had once been a soccer star, and a tall elegant woman with violet eyes and pale skin.

"So, Anna Kerry," her date mentioned, "That's a bit of an odd name."

"It's a pseudonym," Discord told him, smiling around her glass of wine.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm on the run you might say, avoiding some....family issues."

"Family? What, you're not married or anything are you?" he joked, raising his own glass she noticed the distinctive pale ring mark on his left hand.

"I'm not," she grinned, "But it's a big family, they can be a touch, possessive, it's one of those all inclusive situations, you know?"

"Oh right, like if you don't call every week, or every day, you're obviously adrift and lost..."

"You've screwed up your life and there's no salvaging it," she joked.

They sat, laughing for a bit while they nibbled at their meals.

"So, you never answered my question," he observed, "Are you married?"

"Widowed," she responded.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"No, don't be, it happened a long time ago," Discord explained, "I mean I'm not really over it, but I also realize I can't live in the past."

"Well that...that's..." he raised his glass in toast, "To first loves."

She smiled, gently clinking her glass against his, she could already tell what was running through his brain, 'lonely, desperate, and depressed, an easy lay'. A man in his position didn't want attachments, or women beating down his door, a quick two pumps and he'd be just another blotch in her ledger. Discord quickly glanced over at the clock prominently displayed on the wall.

"What's going on, you keep checking the time," he wondered.

"It's nothing," she shrugged, "I work at a hospital out on Gretchen Ave. we usually get a night rush around this time."

"Oh you're not about to be called away from me are you?"

"No, but, you are," Discord grinned as a thin strawberry blonde walked into the restaurant with a gaggle of apparently disinterested businessmen.

"I don't get what you mean," he laughed.

Discord poked him in the shoulder and pointed to the congregation and joyously watched his face turn red.

"That's my wife," he hissed.

"Gods, you don't say," Discord feigned ignorance just to watch the shock spread across his face, "Yeah I already knew."

"Wha-what...you..."

"How?" she supplied, "I did an appendectomy for her a few weeks ago, walked out and saw you trying to get into one of our nurse's scrubs."

"You, you set this up?" he looked at her incredulous.

"No, I actually got to talking to her and she would not shut up about this place, insisted I try the quiche," she pecked a little of it off of her fork, "Good call, but no, I didn't set this up, what I did set up was a text alert, to go off at exactly this moment, well, first it's a text, a little personal picture."

"But you..."

"Didn't notice the phone was recording did you? Probably too busy staring at her tits or her legs," she laughed at his barely contained rage, saw him clenching a fist, and with a strength that belied her slender frame, she held it down against the table, "Now the last thing you want to do is draw attention to yourself, you'll just make it worse."