goodbyeskyharbor
grace.
Arthur Bertram Huffington IV was having the absolute worst day of his life.
No, he had not lost a loved one. No, he had not gotten caught up in a natural disaster or accident. He had not received awful news regarding his health or that of a loved one, or any other terrible occurrence one could think of. The list of misfortune never seemed to end, but none of those genuine things were the cause of his misery at all.
He had been... cut off.
Sure, he had gone a bit too far sometimes, but was filling the family's pool with a generous helping of the finest from their wine cellar that bad? He had to throw a better party than Edward. Everyone liked Edward, and he had no idea why. But the wine in the pool had done little for him at all. If anything, it had made him a laughing stock when his parents came home and told him enough was enough. He had squandered every opportunity he had been given. He had no care for his things. He was dreadful with his money. He had to appreciate what he had and now, he had nothing. Well, he had a car, a small suitcase, a little bit of money and a map, but compared to the opulence of his upbringing, it felt like nothing.
And now? The car had broken down.
At least the car had been nice enough to break down in front of a diner. He would have preferred a finer establishment, but it would do in a pinch. He settled into a booth and scanned the menu, trying to decide what upset him the least, which was a tall order. Everything upset him at the moment! This all just wasn't fair, and it wouldn't do.
In the end, he orded a grilled chicken burger and an ice water. It would do, for now. In the meantime, while he waited for his food to come, his eyes scanned the diner. He looked miserable. Most of it was genuine, but it was also a ploy. He hoped if he looked pathetic enough, someone would take pity on him and help him.
It had always worked in the past, after all.
welcome2hale
No, he had not lost a loved one. No, he had not gotten caught up in a natural disaster or accident. He had not received awful news regarding his health or that of a loved one, or any other terrible occurrence one could think of. The list of misfortune never seemed to end, but none of those genuine things were the cause of his misery at all.
He had been... cut off.
Sure, he had gone a bit too far sometimes, but was filling the family's pool with a generous helping of the finest from their wine cellar that bad? He had to throw a better party than Edward. Everyone liked Edward, and he had no idea why. But the wine in the pool had done little for him at all. If anything, it had made him a laughing stock when his parents came home and told him enough was enough. He had squandered every opportunity he had been given. He had no care for his things. He was dreadful with his money. He had to appreciate what he had and now, he had nothing. Well, he had a car, a small suitcase, a little bit of money and a map, but compared to the opulence of his upbringing, it felt like nothing.
And now? The car had broken down.
At least the car had been nice enough to break down in front of a diner. He would have preferred a finer establishment, but it would do in a pinch. He settled into a booth and scanned the menu, trying to decide what upset him the least, which was a tall order. Everything upset him at the moment! This all just wasn't fair, and it wouldn't do.
In the end, he orded a grilled chicken burger and an ice water. It would do, for now. In the meantime, while he waited for his food to come, his eyes scanned the diner. He looked miserable. Most of it was genuine, but it was also a ploy. He hoped if he looked pathetic enough, someone would take pity on him and help him.
It had always worked in the past, after all.
welcome2hale