Voices of Rapture

Eddie had found himself spending more and more evenings by the lake, he had been crashing at Rick's place after visiting him in prison to let him know what the hell had happened and to ask if he could stay at his place, too anxious to spend more than an hour in the trailer if he could help it. Of course Rick didn't believe him about the paranormal elements, but he believed that something had happened and Eddie was on the verge of a full blown mental break down, so if giving him a home would help then he would do that, plus he could see the injuries on his younger friend's face, neck and arms.

“I mean, I’m nice to you, but that’s about as much as I can take, y'know?”

“Thank you, sir..”

Those words plus the charming smile of his boss made his cheeks glow a faint pink and the blonde haired assistant smile before taking a sip of the light brown liquid out of his glass. He wasn’t much of a whiskey drinker but this wasn’t that bad. Swallowing the liquid caused a warm heat to start in his throat.

“You know what I don’t get, though? Why you have to be nice to the ones that look like they want to rip your head off. They don’t deserve kind..” His gaze shifted to the window, what should be sun, sky, and some trees of the surface is now the blueish green of the sea, different species of fish, and occasionally a large ocean mammal. All this time down here and he’s still not used to that yet.

“I remember one specific woman that came to my job on the surface. God, she was a nightmare…but, I digress. There’s no more meetings with anyone else for the rest of the night until 5pm tomorrow night. Would you want to visit Arcadia or catch a show down at the Fort, sir? If it was up to me..I would head down to Arcadia and the Farmer’s Market. Been to the market but..haven’t been to Arcadia. Heard the tea gardens are lovely…” He paused. “Trees..down here, who would have thunk it. I guess down here in Rapture..anything is possible.”

He shrugged before taking another sip of the brown liquid in his glass to shut himself up before he annoyed his boss by talking too much. That was always a constant worry with the young assistant.

Frank raised an eyebrow, a small laugh escaping as he shook his head. “Mason, darlin’, that’s business.” He leaned forward, propping himself up with his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers as he continued, “You gotta be real nice to the clients. How they’re feelin’ about you personally ain’t really relevant, ‘s long as the money is comin’ in. These guys might hate my guts, but they ain’t stupid enough to ignore my advice. They need me, even if they ain’t wantin’ to admit that. I’m a hell of a contact to have when it comes to industry down here.”

“Besides,” He leaned back in his chair once again. “I gots myself a reputation to keep up.” With a shrug, he concluded the explanation. The con man traced the rim of his glass with his fingers as his assistant spoke. The sound of his voice was soothing. Francesco treasured every word that came flowing beautifully from him.

Abruptly, his fingers stopped in their tracks at the mention of Arcadia. It seemed strange that the man had never been to such an attraction yet. Still, his facial expression didn’t change. “The tea gardens, huh? How romantic…” He mused.

The criminal looked over at Mason once again with a soft smile. “I’d be more than happy to take you to Arcadia.” He responded, the boldness of his accent dulling slightly with the calmness of his words. “Are you gonna be alright with walkin’ around? It ain’t exactly a quick walk around the woods.” Arcadia was quite a large place in itself, not to mention the winding and uneven walkways that were paved throughout. It could be a struggle even for him the few times he’d visited the sunken paradise.

"That could work.." The sides of his lips curling up at the mention of linking arms with his boss. "Oh! Before I forget, someone mentioned that there was a new flavor of tea that's now being served at the gardens. Lavender Vanilla. I would love to try it..perhaps we..could try it together? Not like a date unless ya' want it to be like one.." As he spoke, his fingers fidgeted with the cup of whiskey in his hand; giving the glass a couple taps. "Or..as a thank you for taking me to Arcadia.."

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