(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/AdrianAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Adrian Layvin Dumont</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Maya Bay Bar & Café<br/><strong>With:</strong>James Sutherling<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Adrian watched Rosalie's form shake away into nothingness for as long as he could. For, he had seen perfection line up around the block in every direction for years, and years. But 'some pieces of art exist only to torture the soul that cannot feast his eyes upon it.' Adrian's thoughts turned to poem as Rosalie dissappeared forever. "That's the last moment I'll ever be happy." Adrian overly-dramatized himself in order to cause Mr. sutherling to chuckle. "You saw that cunt, did you not?" His language, and his demeanor had fouled up immediately, as soon as he was left alone with the doctor. "It's moments like these that i treasure immediately prior to nightmares that creep in just before sleep. Would it have been poor manners to say what i was really thinking:" Adrian put on a slightly different voice, lower and much more articulate in order to supply sarcasm to the sentence structure, his eyes drifted off toward the city, where they stayed for a long while. "Well, Mr. Assad, I want your slave, that one right there."<br/><br/>His voice returned to normal. "It's an odd thing, James. All this control... Woman on leashes, and collars, no limits to speak of. The man with the money gets everything that he wants. that is until he looks into the eyes of the perfect woman, poisoned by the syringe of another man. It reminds him that he is still human. It's ironic, yes? that the day i finally come to buy a slave for selfish, hedonistic reasons, as if I'm the man that finally decided to jump from the cliff. On this day, this is the moment i meet the woman of my dreams."<br/><br/>Now, Adrian's wine had shown up, and he didn't have the attention to realize it. snapping out of his own dramatic misery, Adrian turned his eyes to James' and shook himself free of Rosalie's curse, at least for the time being. Picking up his wine, he took a drink and then apologized for himself, "my sincerest Mr. Sutherling. But I needed that off of my chest. I didn't mean to put you on hold today. But Mr. Assad was busy and I couldn't reschedule. I guess I was conflicted enough to forget about you completely."<br/><br/>He smiled, an honest one, he seemed to have returned to his normal self. "How's business?"