Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2020 23:45:50 GMT -8
The door swung open, and in strode the Fairest - rocking a polo with khaki shorts and some Crocs -with his arms moving in a locomotive motion, or at least the best they could with the large paper wrapped square under his one arm, and the brown paper bag in one hand. Awkwardly shimmying to a song in his head Archie kicked the faux wood laminate door behind him and stepped into his escape room - his original office.
Pea green carpets, wood paneling walls, and drop ceiling he didn’t want to dare open for fear of asbestos, but it was perfect. A nice solid wooden desk was clearly the center piece that was complemented by the brown and beige tweed office chair a decade past its prime, which matched the couch and chair in the corner with a wood esque coffee table with faux gold bands around the legs with magazines piled underneath it. The chest high window behind him was complete with course orange woolen curtains that were fine at keeping the light out when needed, and along one wall, file boxes, a virtual mountain at the wall - old paper work, articles, and all sorts of files stashed in them. It was a time machine, a place he had gotten on the cheap and never had time to renovate - something out of time. Even as things began to work out his office was its own conversation starter and where all his early success had been found, how could he ever leave it behind?
Upgrades had come, and now he had a more modern place of business, but this was his escape. He kept the best liquor in the bottom drawer on the right, his favorite snacks in the bottom left. Had a perfect view of the wall mounted TV, and could bask in the multitude of frames and posters covering three of the walls. All monuments to the success of his clients big or small.
Speaking of which...He set the bag on the desk and quickly went to work ripping open the package, revealing a framed poster, ticket, and CD case, with the letters “Dorian Lutz Live!” across the top of the poster. His biggest venue to date, a show he killed, he was going places - Archie could barely hide his gap toothed grinned just imagining him blow up on Spotify, or go viral on Tik Tok. A testament to his ability to find gems in the rough - not always diamonds, but gems nonetheless.
There was already a spot for this one set up, and after holding it up to admire it, Archie had it hung on his wall of fame. Stepping back, still elated with the final product he could see himself in the reflection of the glass, smirking at himself.
“Mr. Hartman, you magnificent bastard, I don’t know how you keep doing it - but goddamn, are you good at it.”
He shot himself a wink from shimmying over to his desk and slipping behind it, falling into his dated and squeaky chair, and producing from the brown paper bag a bottle of diet Dr. Pepper cherry, and a bag of gummy lifesavers. Kicking his Croc clad feet onto the desk as he cracked the bottle and just continued to soak the joy in. All this talent, if only all their cheering fans, and adoring crowds knew just who made it all possible.
Pea green carpets, wood paneling walls, and drop ceiling he didn’t want to dare open for fear of asbestos, but it was perfect. A nice solid wooden desk was clearly the center piece that was complemented by the brown and beige tweed office chair a decade past its prime, which matched the couch and chair in the corner with a wood esque coffee table with faux gold bands around the legs with magazines piled underneath it. The chest high window behind him was complete with course orange woolen curtains that were fine at keeping the light out when needed, and along one wall, file boxes, a virtual mountain at the wall - old paper work, articles, and all sorts of files stashed in them. It was a time machine, a place he had gotten on the cheap and never had time to renovate - something out of time. Even as things began to work out his office was its own conversation starter and where all his early success had been found, how could he ever leave it behind?
Upgrades had come, and now he had a more modern place of business, but this was his escape. He kept the best liquor in the bottom drawer on the right, his favorite snacks in the bottom left. Had a perfect view of the wall mounted TV, and could bask in the multitude of frames and posters covering three of the walls. All monuments to the success of his clients big or small.
Speaking of which...He set the bag on the desk and quickly went to work ripping open the package, revealing a framed poster, ticket, and CD case, with the letters “Dorian Lutz Live!” across the top of the poster. His biggest venue to date, a show he killed, he was going places - Archie could barely hide his gap toothed grinned just imagining him blow up on Spotify, or go viral on Tik Tok. A testament to his ability to find gems in the rough - not always diamonds, but gems nonetheless.
There was already a spot for this one set up, and after holding it up to admire it, Archie had it hung on his wall of fame. Stepping back, still elated with the final product he could see himself in the reflection of the glass, smirking at himself.
“Mr. Hartman, you magnificent bastard, I don’t know how you keep doing it - but goddamn, are you good at it.”
He shot himself a wink from shimmying over to his desk and slipping behind it, falling into his dated and squeaky chair, and producing from the brown paper bag a bottle of diet Dr. Pepper cherry, and a bag of gummy lifesavers. Kicking his Croc clad feet onto the desk as he cracked the bottle and just continued to soak the joy in. All this talent, if only all their cheering fans, and adoring crowds knew just who made it all possible.