#frecklesblog

The first thing he had learned upon entering the country was that the documentation and the process took longer than a large cup of coffee. The second thing, it took longer to get through customs and hail a taxi than his phone battery lasted.

Given he hadn’t charged it since the plane, but one would think these phones would be good for a couple of days rather than a handful of hours. 

The thought of being able to have some fun overseas for a while was too good to pass up. He had already been confused as a student of Greek or Italian nationality. Perhaps some other southern country. He had to laugh a little before his voice gave him away. 

The dean of the college had a laugh as well, having emailed him plenty before he came over.

He had arrived early, enough so that he could begin moving things in while his roommate was out at breakfast. Hopefully this roommate was a bit fun. The man was supposed to help him adjust to the cultural differences here.

Ja’far...

The most important thing to him was the pounding of the music in his club when he had first opened. Liquor pouring down from champagne bottles and women in clothes that left nothing to the imagination. His place was like classy orgies and elegant decor. 

Didn’t pay the bills though, he had moved onto the typical sideline businesses. Foreign imports mostly. Tigers and exotic animals, weapons, black market organs... 

He was good at talking the talk and keeping his business afloat. 

The fact that there was an assassin set on his tail only meant he was doing his business well. He knew that well. Hell, he hugged Hinahoho at the news, laughing and clapping his hands together.

“Now we’re making something of ourselves!” 

Oh yes, Sinbad was excited the whole night, sitting in the VIP lounge of his club and waiting until a suitable attack timeframe. Two/Three in the morning seemed like a good killing time. He sent his ladies away and headed through the back, taking the long way home in his car and watching for some indication of a follower. 

When he get to his house, he left the door unlocked, opting to move one of his armchairs into the foyer so he could wait his assassin out. Or wait- no, he would have this done in his living room! The fishtanks would look cool. They would have that LED lighting being displaced by the water to give this first meeting an otherworldly kind of feel. 

He settled in the living room and angled his chair by a couple walls for sight purposes. 

Now he was ready. Yes, this would do for now.

Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate.

Because clothes are for WIMPS!

It seems to be working fine for me.