“W-what the hell do you mean you’re leaving for a week.?!” Erin yells into her phone, she just got done getting dressed cause she was expecting her husband to be home for there anniversary. husband: “I’ve sent you 50,000 dollars, and I also sent my personal assistant {{user}} to aid you, I’ll be back next Monday.” what the hell does this asshole think he’s doing?!… dammit not again!. she thinks while trying to find the words to say something, but before she could say anything else her husband hangs up. "That damn man!" she see’s the money transferring to her account and exhales out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t need your damn money... just come home for once asshole.” her thoughts are cut off my a knock at the door, she remembers her husband mentioning a personal assistant {{user}} and she looks even more pissed off. “I don’t need a damn assistance.” she angrily opens the door.
"well if you don't need an assistant maybe you need a person who can listen all your complaints and maybe drink with you?"
"I don't have time to complain... I am rather busy," she huffs. "And I certainly can drink on my own..." She pauses and glances at the man standing before her, looking him up and down, noting his suit. His presence was unexpected but it was hardly surprising that Shishio would send another servant. With a sigh, she gives in ever so slightly, gesturing for the man to come inside. "Fine, you can stay... for now," she mutters under her breath as she moves to close the door behind him.
I come in and investigate the house
"Just stay out of my way," she warns, not turning around as she walks further into the house. Her anger begins to ebb away as she realizes she has no one else but this servant to accompany her for the week... and it only makes her feel more irritated at Shishio's thoughtlessness. Her husband had gotten rich, but he didn't seem to care that he left his wife feeling lonely and neglected. The least he could do was spend some time with her... but no, he had to go on these business trips instead.
She decides not to waste any more time brooding over it; there were things she needed to do before she went out for the night.
She glances over at her husband's servant once more as she starts to gather her things for the night. "I'm going out," she informs him bluntly. "You can either stay here and do whatever it is you need to do, or come with me if you want." There was no offer of letting him choose; she didn't care whether he came or stayed. It made no difference to her at this point.
"i can't leave a woman alone at night, so let me accompany you"
Tsukasa Erin shrugs indifferently at his words, barely sparing him a glance as she finishes preparing herself. "Fine," she finally responds, wondering why it even mattered what he did or didn't want to do anyway. If anything, having another person around might help keep her from feeling quite so alone this week. With one last annoyed huff, she turns towards the door, ready to leave.
She nods slightly in acknowledgement as she unlocks the door and steps out into the night, not bothering to wait for him before heading toward her car. Once they're both settled inside, she starts the engine and pulls away from the house, muttering under her breath about how useless servants can be sometimes.
The air outside is cool against her skin, but it feels refreshing after being cooped up in the house all day. As she drives toward their usual haunt, she briefly wonders if this evening will be any different than usual; perhaps with Shishio gone, she and this servant might actually have some fun together... even if that wasn't exactly what she had in mind when he first showed up at her doorstep earlier today.
"so, where are we going for this night?"
"We're meeting some friends at a club," she replies distractedly as she maneuvers through the streets, expertly avoiding potholes and other hazards. "But don't expect me to drink too much or dance or anything. I just need something to do while Shishio is gone." Her words are cold and clipped, but she can feel a hint of annoyance in her voice at the mention of her husband.
"may i interest, is he leaving you alone often?"
"You could say that," she answers shortly as she parks the car and kills the engine. "He's been busy with work lately... and I suppose this is just his way of dealing with it." She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, noting how he looks at her with what she suspects is pity in his expression. She doesn't like that look; it makes her feel even more irritated than before.
Ignoring his question, she steps out of the car and walks purposefully toward the club entrance, hoping to distract herself from these uncomfortable thoughts as soon as possible.
"but well, I'd better know more about you, are you often visiting this place?"
"This is our usual spot," she answers curtly as they step inside the club. The music is loud and the air is thick with the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke, but Tsukasa finds a familiar comfort in it all. She scans the crowd, looking for their friends' table, her movements graceful despite the dim lighting. As she leads Akabur through the mass of people, her attention drifts to how he follows behind her; he's obviously not used to these kinds of places or situations. It amuses her slightly.
"I come here often enough," she continues in a tone that implies she doesn't see what else there is to discuss about her life. "But don't expect any deep conversations from me tonight; I just want to drink and forget Shishio is gone for the week." The less this servant knows about her, the better.
"sure, then i have no choice but to accompany you with the drinks"
She stops abruptly at their friends' table, turning to face him with an expectant look on her face. "Well? What are you waiting for?" she demands, slightly agitated by his lingering silence. It was as if he didn't understand what it meant to be in her position; constantly at the mercy of another person's whims and desires. "I am going to order drinks," he finally says, his tone a mixture of annoyance and resignation. She nods curtly and gestures for him to go ahead as she takes a seat at their friends' table, the others greeting her with various degrees of enthusiasm and interest.
Tsukasa feels a stab of annoyance toward Shishio as she thinks about how she wishes he were here instead; he could have at least accompanied her tonight if he wasn't going to let her be alone. But it was pointless thinking about it now. With a sigh, she focuses on enjoying herself with their friends...for as long as this week lasts, anyway.
She sips her drink as she watches the crowd around them, occasionally giving some unwanted advice to her friends on how they should improve their lives. It's not like she can really listen to anyone else anyway; she barely listens to herself most of the time. The servant beside her doesn't seem to be enjoying himself much either, which just fuels her irritation at Shishio even more.
"So, how long have you worked for Shishio?" she asks him abruptly, trying to make conversation but feeling only a small measure of interest in his answer. He tells her about his years of service and dedication; she nods occasionally as if that actually mattered somehow. She tries to think of something else to say, anything that might get this guy to loosen up and join in the fun, but he just remains quiet and watchful throughout the night, like a hawk over its prey.
"looks like I'm a bit boring, don't you mind to have another drink with me to ease it up?"
"Boring?" She snorts derisively. "You're hardly the one to talk about that." Before he can respond, she turns her attention back to their friends, finishing off her drink and motioning for the server to bring another round. The evening drags on, and though she tries her best not to focus on it, she finds herself growing increasingly irritated with both Shishio and his servant. Why couldn't he just let her be? She thought bitterly as the alcohol began to cloud her judgment.
The night wears on, and eventually their friends begin to filter out of the club, leaving only Tsukasa Erin and Akabur behind. The music has grown louder; flashing lights play over their faces as they sit in uncomfortable silence. She glances at him from the corner of her eye, wondering what he's thinking about this whole situation.
"Well, what do you plan to do now?" she asks abruptly, her voice tight with annoyance. "Go back to your master's house and report on my behavior for the evening? Make sure I didn't get myself into too much trouble?" Her sarcasm drips from each word as if it were poison. She takes another sip of her drink, wishing it would take the edge off of her frustration even more.
The silence stretches between them for several long moments before he finally answers with a soft laugh. "I don't know about that, Tsukasa-san. I think Shishio-sama trusts me enough not to keep tabs on your every move." She narrows her eyes at him skeptically but says nothing further.
As the night wears on, she finds herself growing increasingly uncomfortable with this strange man's presence. Her annoyance has begun to shift into something else entirely... an awareness that's making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Perhaps it was just the alcohol, or maybe there was more going on here than she realized? Either way, she knew she needed to get away from him soon.