Jazz. Jazz was just an excuse for people to be deep and complicated and feel superior towards others. The music was idiotic. Same song a million times, but with varying rhythm. Or without any recognizable rhythm at all. And all those haughty twats just bobbed their heads pretending to understand it. In Juan’s opinion there was nothing to understand.
And the lyrics! Music isn’t deep when you slow it down and moan the words as if it’s painful.
Anyway, he wasn’t here by choice. He was here because a business relation would be here tonight as well, and after a few indiscretions on Juan’s behalf, he needed some good-will to make up for it. Well, that was why his father had insisted on his presence here.
But wine flowed freely and Juan was considering proving a point about jazz in general – the method he had in mind would be considered an indiscretion as well.
He sighed and downed the last of his wine as the next was placed in front of him. He spotted a man sitting on his own at a table and recognized him. Shannon Teverius. He didn’t know if he would be recognized by the man as well – there were a lot of functions and shit that the Borgia son was dragged to, but fuck knows if they’d met at one of those. Wine flowed freely there as well.
Anyway, he decided to join him. “You’re Teverius, right? Shannon, if I’m not mistaken?”
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Date: 2015-04-30 08:19 am (UTC)And the lyrics! Music isn’t deep when you slow it down and moan the words as if it’s painful.
Anyway, he wasn’t here by choice. He was here because a business relation would be here tonight as well, and after a few indiscretions on Juan’s behalf, he needed some good-will to make up for it. Well, that was why his father had insisted on his presence here.
But wine flowed freely and Juan was considering proving a point about jazz in general – the method he had in mind would be considered an indiscretion as well.
He sighed and downed the last of his wine as the next was placed in front of him. He spotted a man sitting on his own at a table and recognized him. Shannon Teverius. He didn’t know if he would be recognized by the man as well – there were a lot of functions and shit that the Borgia son was dragged to, but fuck knows if they’d met at one of those. Wine flowed freely there as well.
Anyway, he decided to join him. “You’re Teverius, right? Shannon, if I’m not mistaken?”