High Society: The tales from Victory

Team Revolution (Ch.15)

“Just put yer signatures on the dotted dots!” The man slurred with a drunken speech. He had hair as red as a tomato, body scraggly and twig-like, and eyes as distracted as a child.

He stumbled around an office that had no business being as clean as it was. He slumped against a chair and obtained true bliss, unconsciousness. His lab coat draped the chair and his clothes a stained mess. Bottles laid around the chair.

An assistant slowly rose to his feet and strutted over to the six individuals at the table. “I’m so sorry about Professor Balsa.” The assistant wore a pink lab coat, most likely left a red sock in the wash, and had his hair slicked back. His hair was no longer than an inch and had several hair pins to keep it back. His attire was neat and belonged to those of the capital, finely pressed and ironed.

Ponder gave a resigned sigh. “That’s alright. Blame my father. He was the one who sent me here after all.”

“Well, while your professor is down and out, I’d be glad to help you. I'm the Assistant, Bush.”

“Well, Bush, thanks.” Ponder accepted the pen Bush handed out and signed the dotted line. His team followed suit. Each putting their unique signature.

Ponderosa Graced Pine

Lacy Antoinette Amor

Jacques Horace Demarques

Kanna Muneshige

Phoebe Luisa

Jeremiah Reyes

Once the signatures were set in ink Ponder thanked Bush and they were on their way out. The polluted air of the city reached their nostrils. Their sights stolen by the neatly painted and organized buildings that look imposingly. Every step was met with precise and smooth slabs and bricks of cement.

Ponder grabbed his phone, and put a finger to his lips, an attempt to silence his team. Yet this only caused Lacy, Jeremiah, and John to start hurling inappropriate comments toward Ponder. Battousai on the other hand repeated them, adding onto her vocabulary.

Ponder hit number 9 on speed dial and raised the phone up to his ear, meanwhile he used his other palm to cover his other ear. The phone rang only once, even then it didn't manage to go through the entire way before Vanessa picked up.

“Hello there my Be-lov-ed!”

Ponder awkwardly cleared his throat. “So- ah- Vanessa! I just called to confirm the official signing of High Society.”

“O-M-G, it's official?!”

“Yes, and while we are officially under the wings of Professor Balsa, you are our Official unofficial sponsor.”

She cooed. “Oh my goodness! I promise I'll do everything in my power to assist you- what is that noise?”

Ponder turned around to see his teammates hollering like Mankey to get Vanessa's attention.

“Just the team.”

“Well if you ever need to get away and relax, my bed has a nice and comfy spot open!”

“Aaaaanyways, I need to head out now. I simply wanted to keep you updated.”

“Alright goodbye my love! Mwah.” She blew a kiss.

“... bye.”

Ponder hung up and turned to his team. Before he could say anything John strutted forward, asking, “So boss where are we going?”

Ponder rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s a bit early, but we could go to the gym. Challenge Layla.”

Jeremiah jogged ahead. “You sound like you know Layla.”