<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/6251386/783full-jeffrey-finn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Near Albant, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Elena<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Uh-oh, spaghetti-o's.<br/><hr/><br/>Jason slipped through the front door and as usual shed the heavy leather trench coat that he wore. It didn't matter how warm the day was, if he wanted to go out in public he had to wear it – and it had to stay on, no matter what he was doing or where he was. While his evolution had come with no small amount of power and benefits, the wings that were forever attached to his back were a nuisance often. One of the benefits of having a home with land, away from others, was that he didn't have to wear such tiresome clothing all of the time. Not that he disliked his – extensive – collection of coats, but times it would have been nice to wear just a tank top. Clothing in general was a pain though, getting wings through arm holes was hardly practical and he'd ripped more then his fair share of shirts trying to maneuver the damn things through specially tailored openings. After about three months with Elena, he'd just started buying shirts in bulk at wholesale prices because it was cheaper to just have things on hand. Luckily Elena had plenty of extra help in getting them all outfitted for his unique needs. He'd have felt terribly leaving it to her if she didn't.<br/><br/>Today had already been a somewhat draining day. The meeting that he'd left for first thing in the morning was delayed at first and then ran late to follow up. All so that in the end he could not come to an agreement with the other party, so they had to set up a follow up meeting. Why? Some big shot from Vegas was in town to talk to him about creating them a unique lightning fixture for their new casino. It wasn't as though they needed the money from the work – but a big side check like this always helped ease Jason's mind from spending Elena's fathers money – or that he minded the work even. It was the simple fact that what they wanted wasn't possible. At least not in the time frame they wanted it done in. If he had help, maybe, a small team of apprentices who could work on it with him he could probably do it. He didn't have that team though, and while he could have hired them – probably – that took away from why he did it all in the first place. Of course they really wanted him to do it, so there was a whole lot of back and forth between them. All boiled down it meant that he had to do it again in two days – but he'd either have resolution then, or not take the job.<br/><br/>Whatever tension – and mild aggravation – was built up in him was gone almost the moment he walked through the door and heard Elena's voice calling to him. Truth be told he loved that woman, and she had been exactly what he needed in his life. A year ago she had whisked him away – quite the unexpected story, really – and brought him to New York under the pretense of sharing his talents with glass with a more populated area. Jason always suspected that it was because she didn't want to let him out of her sights, but that was fine by him because the feeling was reciprocated in full. She had given him things that he knew only vaguely because of his childhood – stories that he'd shared with her in full, once he had gotten comfortable around her. The fact that they were both Evolved, and had some many complimenting skills and actions made their marriage seem more like destiny then choice – not that Jason believed in such things.<br/><br/>A smile took to his face as he closed the distance from the coat hanger by the front door towards where she was standing in wait for him. Perhaps one of the best parts of married life was coming home to be greeted by her smiling face. And in any other situation, any other time, this would have thrilled him to no end. He'd have shared the frustrations of the day, and they would have relaxed after dinner. Her words though stopped that from happening.<br/><br/>Jason didn't need to be a expert on relationships to know that the phrase: honey, I need to talk to you, was not a good one. He'd watched enough American sitcoms to know that usually spelled disaster. So instead of rushing right too her and scooping her up, he tilted his head and slowed as he approached her. She didn't seem like anything was wrong which meant it couldn't be that serious... right?<br/><br/>“Mami,” He replied, shaking his head to and fro. That little smile still tugged at his lips, “Don't need permission to talk to me.” He lifted his nose to sniff into the air, unsuccessfully trying to gage tonight's dinner. He pivoted away from her, keeping his eyes locked but body moving away and made his way to his recliner – a far to expensive white leather thing with all the bangs and whistles. He flopped as ungracefully as ever into it, carefully squishing his wings between his body and the fine Italian leather. His feet crossed and kicked at heels until he had peeled both shoes off in front of himself.<br/><br/>Raising a hand he clapped hard against his thigh, patting his lap for Elena to join him in the chair. “Come,” He called for her, “Let's talk.”