Summer 2016: Monet
Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 5:30 pm
<Monet> Monet closed the laptop and looked over at the clock. Still hours before she needed to get some rest. But now she had nothing to do. She looked over at her phone charging on the table and smirked. Scratch that. She did have something to do. Someone, rather.
<Monet> She sauntered over and picked it up, tapping in her password so that she could call Sebastian. Monet flipped through her contacts and got to his, hitting the message button first. If you don't pick up before it goes to voicemail, you will regret it. Then she tapped 'call' and put it to her ear.
<Shaw> It wasn't early, or late, so Sebastian was still working, at home with a glass of wine and a container of take-out. He picked up the phone and snorted, debating letting it go to voicemail. Ah, well, since when did that deter her? "Yes, Miss St. Croix?"
<Monet> "I'm bored and require your company." She unplugged the phone and walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. "Be here in thirty minutes?"
<Shaw> "I've told you I can't do that." He took a sip of wine and stared out the window.
<Monet> "Yes. Yes you can. You just won't." She set the bottle down a bit forcefully and put her hand on her hip as she stared out her own window. "Because you're her bitch now."
<Shaw> "Well, you are correct that I can, yes." He smirked and swirled the wine in the glass before taking another sip. "Jealousy does not become you, Monet."
<Monet> "Ha! I'm not jealous. I just think you're pussy whipped in the worst ways. And besides, if you should be whipped by anyone's vagina, it should be mine. Because I have the best one."
<Shaw> "I do beg to differ, and I'm quite the vaginal connoisseur, as you know. I am pussy whipped in the best ways."
<Monet> "Ew." Monet made a disgusted face at her image distorted in the glass and picked up her wineglass to finally take a sip. "Will you describe how becoming who you are not is classified under 'the best ways'?"
<Shaw> "How is this becoming who I am not?" Now he was honestly curious. Somewhat.
<Monet> She frowned at her phone, taking it away from her ear to look at it, then putting it back. "Are you being serious, right now? You don't know how you're different?"
<Shaw> "I do not." Her perplexed tone was enough entertainment for the evening.
<Monet> Monet sighed loudly and picked up her glass of wine to move to the couch. "You, Sebastian Hiram Shaw, do not fawn over anyone but yourself. You do not adhere to any rules except your own. You are like me. And now you are a sniveling, worn-down, house puppy."
<Shaw> He was a little surprised she even knew his middle name to use it against him and arched an eyebrow. "Yes, I am like you." Savoring his next sip of red wine, he took his time. "Been to see Jason recently, my dear?"
<Monet> "That's entirely unfair. You cannot use him against me. Besides, just because I didn't have sex with anyone but him doesn't mean I changed at all."
<Shaw> "Just because I'm not having sex with you doesn't mean I have changed at all."
<Monet> "You don't even want to. Therein lies the problem."
<Shaw> "Of course I want to - I'm unaccustomed to going without, after all."
<Monet> "Then just do it."
<Shaw> "We've agreed to monogamy, and I intend to honor that agreement."
<Monet> "Tell me why you agreed, Sebastian."
<Shaw> "Why?"
<Monet> "Because if you do, and you're honest, I won't bother you again."
<Shaw> He laughed. "Because I wanted to."
<Monet> "That's not an answer, Sebastian, and you know it. Why did you want to?"
<Shaw> "I'm not entirely sure it's any of your business, Monet. You accuse me of becoming a house puppy, but I suspect your real problem is that you're just displeased I'm not your house puppy, coming to his master's call."
<Monet> "I do not want, nor need for you to be my house puppy. I liked you just fine the way you were. A business acquaintance and tension reliever. Jason was my house puppy. I have no desire to replace him because he is not dead." She stretched out on the couch and sipped her wine, "Just tell me why you want to be monogamous and I swear on my mother's grave you will never get another booty call from me."
<Shaw> "Why are you so very curious about this, Monet?" He shook his head and stood, stretching and wandering to his balcony.
<Monet> "Why are you so against telling me?"
<Shaw> "Because you are so very intent to know, of course," he chuckled.
<Monet> "I'm fairly certain that's not the reason."
<Shaw> "Well, it certainly is now."
<Monet> She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Just come over and help me relax."
<Shaw> "No, Monet." He took another slow sip of wine and tried not to overthink it.
<Monet> "I'm not enjoying your games, Sebastian."
<Shaw> "Then call someone else," he smirked. "Good night, Monet." With that, he ended the call and turned off his phone.
<Monet> Monet glared at her phone, angry that he had hung up on her. "Asshole."
<Monet> She sauntered over and picked it up, tapping in her password so that she could call Sebastian. Monet flipped through her contacts and got to his, hitting the message button first. If you don't pick up before it goes to voicemail, you will regret it. Then she tapped 'call' and put it to her ear.
<Shaw> It wasn't early, or late, so Sebastian was still working, at home with a glass of wine and a container of take-out. He picked up the phone and snorted, debating letting it go to voicemail. Ah, well, since when did that deter her? "Yes, Miss St. Croix?"
<Monet> "I'm bored and require your company." She unplugged the phone and walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. "Be here in thirty minutes?"
<Shaw> "I've told you I can't do that." He took a sip of wine and stared out the window.
<Monet> "Yes. Yes you can. You just won't." She set the bottle down a bit forcefully and put her hand on her hip as she stared out her own window. "Because you're her bitch now."
<Shaw> "Well, you are correct that I can, yes." He smirked and swirled the wine in the glass before taking another sip. "Jealousy does not become you, Monet."
<Monet> "Ha! I'm not jealous. I just think you're pussy whipped in the worst ways. And besides, if you should be whipped by anyone's vagina, it should be mine. Because I have the best one."
<Shaw> "I do beg to differ, and I'm quite the vaginal connoisseur, as you know. I am pussy whipped in the best ways."
<Monet> "Ew." Monet made a disgusted face at her image distorted in the glass and picked up her wineglass to finally take a sip. "Will you describe how becoming who you are not is classified under 'the best ways'?"
<Shaw> "How is this becoming who I am not?" Now he was honestly curious. Somewhat.
<Monet> She frowned at her phone, taking it away from her ear to look at it, then putting it back. "Are you being serious, right now? You don't know how you're different?"
<Shaw> "I do not." Her perplexed tone was enough entertainment for the evening.
<Monet> Monet sighed loudly and picked up her glass of wine to move to the couch. "You, Sebastian Hiram Shaw, do not fawn over anyone but yourself. You do not adhere to any rules except your own. You are like me. And now you are a sniveling, worn-down, house puppy."
<Shaw> He was a little surprised she even knew his middle name to use it against him and arched an eyebrow. "Yes, I am like you." Savoring his next sip of red wine, he took his time. "Been to see Jason recently, my dear?"
<Monet> "That's entirely unfair. You cannot use him against me. Besides, just because I didn't have sex with anyone but him doesn't mean I changed at all."
<Shaw> "Just because I'm not having sex with you doesn't mean I have changed at all."
<Monet> "You don't even want to. Therein lies the problem."
<Shaw> "Of course I want to - I'm unaccustomed to going without, after all."
<Monet> "Then just do it."
<Shaw> "We've agreed to monogamy, and I intend to honor that agreement."
<Monet> "Tell me why you agreed, Sebastian."
<Shaw> "Why?"
<Monet> "Because if you do, and you're honest, I won't bother you again."
<Shaw> He laughed. "Because I wanted to."
<Monet> "That's not an answer, Sebastian, and you know it. Why did you want to?"
<Shaw> "I'm not entirely sure it's any of your business, Monet. You accuse me of becoming a house puppy, but I suspect your real problem is that you're just displeased I'm not your house puppy, coming to his master's call."
<Monet> "I do not want, nor need for you to be my house puppy. I liked you just fine the way you were. A business acquaintance and tension reliever. Jason was my house puppy. I have no desire to replace him because he is not dead." She stretched out on the couch and sipped her wine, "Just tell me why you want to be monogamous and I swear on my mother's grave you will never get another booty call from me."
<Shaw> "Why are you so very curious about this, Monet?" He shook his head and stood, stretching and wandering to his balcony.
<Monet> "Why are you so against telling me?"
<Shaw> "Because you are so very intent to know, of course," he chuckled.
<Monet> "I'm fairly certain that's not the reason."
<Shaw> "Well, it certainly is now."
<Monet> She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Just come over and help me relax."
<Shaw> "No, Monet." He took another slow sip of wine and tried not to overthink it.
<Monet> "I'm not enjoying your games, Sebastian."
<Shaw> "Then call someone else," he smirked. "Good night, Monet." With that, he ended the call and turned off his phone.
<Monet> Monet glared at her phone, angry that he had hung up on her. "Asshole."