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dreamlikenewyork2015-01-01 12:29 am
soldiersheart) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2015-01-01 12:29 am
"It's a terrible case of mistaken identity."
Who: Martin Davison, Paris Hart and (later) Michael Davison
What: Mistaken identities...
Where: FABULOUS HQ
When: New Years Eve morning
Marty had stood out on the sidewalk looking up at the fucking huge building with his mouth hanging open for a good few minutes before he even walked into it. He had gotten his phone out, checked the address his mom had emailed him, looked up at the building again, then double checked the address. This was it. It said F A B U L O U S across the entrance, so there wasn't really any doubts, but fucking hell. This just went to show how severed from the general run-of-the-mill society he had been in the recent years. He shouldn't be that surprised that Mikey had done so well for him, and it really wasn't that. It was just that Mikey wasn't a flashy guy, and this place had flash written all over it. It was all glass and stainless steel and expensive looking interior design.
As he rode the elevator up to the top floor, he scratched his fingers over the stubble on his cheek, feeling like he should have had a shave because this place was ultra-trendy and he was in faded Levis, a black Ghostbusters t-shirt with his leather jacket over the top. There was a chick giving him a strange side-eye look as they ascended and he was pointedly keeping his eyes trained on the illuminating numbers trying to pretend she wasn't looking at him as much as she was trying to pretend she wasn't staring. Luckily she got off before he did and he had the cubicle to himself for the last few floors.
And he stepped out into this fucking huge foyer with massive framed past covers of the magazine with a sweeping huge reception deck in the middle. There was even a fucking fountain and a cylinder pillar that was a fish tank with fish in it. How the fuck did they clean that out? He still remembered getting a gold fish for his eighth birthday and the poor thing died because he was too busy playing sport to remember to clean it. It had been a tiny bowl and cleaning that thing out had been enough of an effort. He stood there looking around, content to wait until the receptionist was off the phone before stepping up the counter to her to ask for Mikey.
That was when she was suddenly covering the mouthpiece with her hand and hissing at him, "I know, I know! I promise the Christmas decorations will be down before close of business so they don't go into 2015. Just..." She gave an harassed shake of her head and waved her hand towards one set of double doors to the left of the reception area, then went right back to her conversation. Personally, he couldn't see anything wrong with the decorations that probably cost more than his family's home in NJ, nor did he have an iota of a clue why she thought he would be upset by them. He was going to ask whether that meant he should just go in and see Mikey, or if he should knock on the door first. So, he just went over, knocked softly on the doors and went inside.
What: Mistaken identities...
Where: FABULOUS HQ
When: New Years Eve morning
Marty had stood out on the sidewalk looking up at the fucking huge building with his mouth hanging open for a good few minutes before he even walked into it. He had gotten his phone out, checked the address his mom had emailed him, looked up at the building again, then double checked the address. This was it. It said F A B U L O U S across the entrance, so there wasn't really any doubts, but fucking hell. This just went to show how severed from the general run-of-the-mill society he had been in the recent years. He shouldn't be that surprised that Mikey had done so well for him, and it really wasn't that. It was just that Mikey wasn't a flashy guy, and this place had flash written all over it. It was all glass and stainless steel and expensive looking interior design.
As he rode the elevator up to the top floor, he scratched his fingers over the stubble on his cheek, feeling like he should have had a shave because this place was ultra-trendy and he was in faded Levis, a black Ghostbusters t-shirt with his leather jacket over the top. There was a chick giving him a strange side-eye look as they ascended and he was pointedly keeping his eyes trained on the illuminating numbers trying to pretend she wasn't looking at him as much as she was trying to pretend she wasn't staring. Luckily she got off before he did and he had the cubicle to himself for the last few floors.
And he stepped out into this fucking huge foyer with massive framed past covers of the magazine with a sweeping huge reception deck in the middle. There was even a fucking fountain and a cylinder pillar that was a fish tank with fish in it. How the fuck did they clean that out? He still remembered getting a gold fish for his eighth birthday and the poor thing died because he was too busy playing sport to remember to clean it. It had been a tiny bowl and cleaning that thing out had been enough of an effort. He stood there looking around, content to wait until the receptionist was off the phone before stepping up the counter to her to ask for Mikey.
That was when she was suddenly covering the mouthpiece with her hand and hissing at him, "I know, I know! I promise the Christmas decorations will be down before close of business so they don't go into 2015. Just..." She gave an harassed shake of her head and waved her hand towards one set of double doors to the left of the reception area, then went right back to her conversation. Personally, he couldn't see anything wrong with the decorations that probably cost more than his family's home in NJ, nor did he have an iota of a clue why she thought he would be upset by them. He was going to ask whether that meant he should just go in and see Mikey, or if he should knock on the door first. So, he just went over, knocked softly on the doors and went inside.