Another Blackwell's Island? (Damien)

[Damien Kross, Jester]

With a frown, I scooped her money from the table and handed it back to her. "Now now, I said this was my treat. Plus, you weren't a pricey eater. I'm keeping you to your word." And I would insist.

Now, this was a slightly touchy thing with me... If she didn't accept her money back, I might get a little aggro... When someone offers you something as a gift, it is proper to accept it. The flipside is that she might have just forgotten, which is why I reminded her nicely.

Wow, why do such little things get to me? Hehe, I guess I'm bitchy at times. Regardless, whatever followed that event would result in us back at the school in the film room. With a smile, I'd find my roster and pen, and begin to write.

"You know, I never did get your last name." I looked to her with a sly smile. "I need it for the roster."

[Demetra Katsaros]

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Oh yeah, I guess he said he'd pay. I felt a little bad, seeing that I had enough money to cover my portion, but if he hoesntly didn't mind, I wasn't going to complain. After all, I could probably manage to do a lot with that ten bucks rather than go to a restuarant--inexpensive materials were my specialty. Err... I don't want that as my 'specialty.' It's just... meh.

Funny thing is that he never asked me about a job. He covered bases house, parents, and boy-toy, allegedly to discover how I'd be consuming my time, yet you'd think an outside job would be a topic of interest, though I admittedly didn't think of this aspect myself until I remembered he was prepared to dish out cash for the both of our lunches. Where did this fool get his money from if he's busy with Pillar duties and such? As far as I knew, being a pillar wasn't a paying job.

"Oh, sorry. Not used to using last names, since most people just call me by my first." I suppose I might use my last name in a professional atmosphere, but for casual introductions, it often slipped my mind. "It's Katsaros, K-A-T-S-A-R-O-S."

Since the bill was taken care of so easily, I pondered on how Damien made his money some more as I walked back toward the blue Camry and even on the drive back to the school. He lived by himself, which meant he paid for his apartment, furnishings, and utilities without family or roommates to pitch in, and he somehow afforded the car along with gas to fuel it, along with lunches at sit-down Japanese restaurants accompanied by potential journalistic assistants. It wasn't a realistic thought, yet humorously enough, my first vision was him being part of the mafia. I couldn't help but smile to myself. Somehow he had the look about him that made me associate his visage with a mobster. Heh heh. It must be the suit.

My grin quickly faded as I stepped out onto the school parking lot. I had to pee. Eep! Why did I like that water so damn much?! "Well, Jester, it's been fun, but uh, I got something I gotta attend to. I'll stop by your office some time, though, I swear!" I grabbed my bag and the skateboard. Hopefully the trucks didn't rust. I tossed it down onto the ground, jumping onto the moving board as I ran and skating off. "Peace out!" I cried with a wave. He couldn't get upset at me for skateboarding outdoors across the parking lot, right? And we were on good terms now. Maybe I could make that last for awhile...

[Exit Demetra.]