Post by lashd on Sept 14, 2019 4:46:12 GMT -5
The sights, the sounds and the flavors of Indianapolis were an absolute sensory explosion for Lash Donohue. Honestly, so they should be. This youngster had scarcely left the state of California before arriving in Chicago.
Lash's weary eyes scanned the beautifully decorated dining room of the Hilton Indianapolis. This wasn't just any ol' dining room, this was practically palatial. All the freakin' way up on the top floor.
As Lash's eyes scanned around, he could definitely get the sense that his sleazy rocker charm wasn't quite going over with the establishment. Everyone was in suits and uniforms. Immaculate suits and uniforms. Lash's Doc Marten boots, spiked leather jacket and shredded jeans were a stark contrast. Hey, at least he was wearing a button down!
Lash Donohue (singing to himself): "One o' these things is not like the other, one o' these things just DOESN'T belong!"
Waiter: "Antipasto?"
Lash: "To be honest, I'm Pro-Pasto! Take your Antipasto propaganda elsewhere!"
The waiter pretty well no-sells Lash..
Waiter: "Very well, sir. Are you ready to order?"
Lash: "Ya, man. I'm meeting somebody here very soon, so a pot of coffee would be amazeballs.."
The waiter grimaces at the 'slang' these youth use today.
Waiter: "Coffee. Check. Anything else?"
Lash: "Maaaaybe the Cajun chicken and..do you guys have any of that Carolina Reaper dipping sauce?"
Waiter: "No sir".
Lash: "Argh. Nothing with them ghost peppers?"
Waiter: "We do have jalapeño, sir".
Lash scowls, and so does the waiter as he puts his foot up on the immaculately polished table. The chains wrapped around his ankles and the crud from the bottom of his boots being another stark contrast..
Lash: "Ahhh heck awright. That Cajun shit better be SPICY!"
Waiter: "It would be much to our appreciation if sir could please refrain from crass language and to also remove his...boot...from the furniture? Sir's meal would be brought out to him post haste!"
Lash raises an eyebrow and acquiesces.
The waiter gives Lash a look of disdain before taking his leave. Lash can't help it. Once again..
Lash (singsong): "One o' these things is not like the other.."
Caleb Jackson (appearing and taking a seat across from Lash): "One of these things just doesn't belong?"
It was him!! The President hijacked Lash's rhyme! Lash's eyes widened and he fell back in his chair a little..
Caleb: "Relax, there Lash! Hi there, I'm Caleb Jackson, president of NVR! Thank you for coming at such short notice".
Lash DID relax. The staff of the Hilton looked perplexed as they saw who they perceived to be 'one of them' shaking hands and conversing with someone who to them, was probably homeless or a crackhead or something.
Lash: "Oh no, it's no problem. I appreciate the invitation, Mr. Jackson. I have been in Tennessee this weekend, I am actually on my way back to Chicago. Plus I LOVE Indianapolis!"
Caleb nodded as he listened to Lash, his hands pursed around a display folder baring the NVR logo and livery.
Caleb: "Same here, one of the prettiest cities in the world, no?"
Lash nodded with enthusiasm!
Caleb: "So we're running one of our biggest shows here in just a couple of days here, Lash. Are you going to be in attendance?"
Lash: "F..."
Lash caught himself, you uppity snobs. Chill..
Lash: "HECK yeah, I'm pumped! The card is stacked, the arena is sick, the NVR crowd is HOT for it. I think this will turn some heads, Mr. Jackson".
Caleb: "Quite right, Lash. Quite right".
Caleb was happy to hear Lash's opinion. He knows Lash doesn't hold back. If it sucks donkey dick, he'll tell you it sucks donkey dick.
Caleb: "Look, speaking of turning heads, I have something I want you to take a look at, Lash".
The NVR display folder slides elegantly across the table and somewhat miraculously flips to be upright in front of Lash. And just so happens to flip open to the first page. What is this sorcery??
Lash looked up at a beaming Caleb in amazement. Caleb winked. The youngster didn't need to know that his act of magic was fluke and coincidence.
Lash's eyes grew even wider as it dawned on him that he was looking down the barrel of his very own NVR contract!
Caleb: "Ya like that, kid?"
Sure, this thing was loaded with developmental stipulations but it was a contract!
Lash: "Pen pen pen! Where's a pen? Gimme ya pen, Jeeves!"
Without warning, Lash whirls around and snatches the fountain pen out of the waiter's pocket. This happens JUST as he is carrying two large platters of food and Lash's sudden movements cause this poor guy to trip, and by association the food goes absolutely everywhere!
Caleb laughs. Hard. Caleb Jackson, president of NVR is laughing at the antics of a goofy kid. Several Hilton staff rush to clean up and the waiter manages to get to his feet.
Caleb: "As a Midway student, you're already on our radar, Lash. You can handle yourself so well already! You always seem to bring this chaotic energy and a wacky charisma that can't be taught. I know that you will make the most of th.."
Caleb once again laughs as the folder is once again returned to him. Lash's style isn't as elegant and the folder ends up in pieces in Caleb's lap, but he doesn't really care. The contact is signed in full!
Caleb: "Did you even READ this, Lash?"
Lash: "Do I even NEED to, Caleb?"
Caleb looked quizzically at Lash for a second, then nodded as he fixed up the folder and sealed it.
Caleb: "Fair enough! Welcome to NVR, Lash! Destiny is what you make it".
The scene fades out as Lash finally gets his order of coffee, at a completely irrelevant time. This doesn't register, however. Lash is too busy tabulating the world of craziness that has suddenly been thrust upon him.. welcome indeed..
#LashOut
Lash's weary eyes scanned the beautifully decorated dining room of the Hilton Indianapolis. This wasn't just any ol' dining room, this was practically palatial. All the freakin' way up on the top floor.
As Lash's eyes scanned around, he could definitely get the sense that his sleazy rocker charm wasn't quite going over with the establishment. Everyone was in suits and uniforms. Immaculate suits and uniforms. Lash's Doc Marten boots, spiked leather jacket and shredded jeans were a stark contrast. Hey, at least he was wearing a button down!
Lash Donohue (singing to himself): "One o' these things is not like the other, one o' these things just DOESN'T belong!"
Waiter: "Antipasto?"
Lash: "To be honest, I'm Pro-Pasto! Take your Antipasto propaganda elsewhere!"
The waiter pretty well no-sells Lash..
Waiter: "Very well, sir. Are you ready to order?"
Lash: "Ya, man. I'm meeting somebody here very soon, so a pot of coffee would be amazeballs.."
The waiter grimaces at the 'slang' these youth use today.
Waiter: "Coffee. Check. Anything else?"
Lash: "Maaaaybe the Cajun chicken and..do you guys have any of that Carolina Reaper dipping sauce?"
Waiter: "No sir".
Lash: "Argh. Nothing with them ghost peppers?"
Waiter: "We do have jalapeño, sir".
Lash scowls, and so does the waiter as he puts his foot up on the immaculately polished table. The chains wrapped around his ankles and the crud from the bottom of his boots being another stark contrast..
Lash: "Ahhh heck awright. That Cajun shit better be SPICY!"
Waiter: "It would be much to our appreciation if sir could please refrain from crass language and to also remove his...boot...from the furniture? Sir's meal would be brought out to him post haste!"
Lash raises an eyebrow and acquiesces.
The waiter gives Lash a look of disdain before taking his leave. Lash can't help it. Once again..
Lash (singsong): "One o' these things is not like the other.."
Caleb Jackson (appearing and taking a seat across from Lash): "One of these things just doesn't belong?"
It was him!! The President hijacked Lash's rhyme! Lash's eyes widened and he fell back in his chair a little..
Caleb: "Relax, there Lash! Hi there, I'm Caleb Jackson, president of NVR! Thank you for coming at such short notice".
Lash DID relax. The staff of the Hilton looked perplexed as they saw who they perceived to be 'one of them' shaking hands and conversing with someone who to them, was probably homeless or a crackhead or something.
Lash: "Oh no, it's no problem. I appreciate the invitation, Mr. Jackson. I have been in Tennessee this weekend, I am actually on my way back to Chicago. Plus I LOVE Indianapolis!"
Caleb nodded as he listened to Lash, his hands pursed around a display folder baring the NVR logo and livery.
Caleb: "Same here, one of the prettiest cities in the world, no?"
Lash nodded with enthusiasm!
Caleb: "So we're running one of our biggest shows here in just a couple of days here, Lash. Are you going to be in attendance?"
Lash: "F..."
Lash caught himself, you uppity snobs. Chill..
Lash: "HECK yeah, I'm pumped! The card is stacked, the arena is sick, the NVR crowd is HOT for it. I think this will turn some heads, Mr. Jackson".
Caleb: "Quite right, Lash. Quite right".
Caleb was happy to hear Lash's opinion. He knows Lash doesn't hold back. If it sucks donkey dick, he'll tell you it sucks donkey dick.
Caleb: "Look, speaking of turning heads, I have something I want you to take a look at, Lash".
The NVR display folder slides elegantly across the table and somewhat miraculously flips to be upright in front of Lash. And just so happens to flip open to the first page. What is this sorcery??
Lash looked up at a beaming Caleb in amazement. Caleb winked. The youngster didn't need to know that his act of magic was fluke and coincidence.
Lash's eyes grew even wider as it dawned on him that he was looking down the barrel of his very own NVR contract!
Caleb: "Ya like that, kid?"
Sure, this thing was loaded with developmental stipulations but it was a contract!
Lash: "Pen pen pen! Where's a pen? Gimme ya pen, Jeeves!"
Without warning, Lash whirls around and snatches the fountain pen out of the waiter's pocket. This happens JUST as he is carrying two large platters of food and Lash's sudden movements cause this poor guy to trip, and by association the food goes absolutely everywhere!
Caleb laughs. Hard. Caleb Jackson, president of NVR is laughing at the antics of a goofy kid. Several Hilton staff rush to clean up and the waiter manages to get to his feet.
Caleb: "As a Midway student, you're already on our radar, Lash. You can handle yourself so well already! You always seem to bring this chaotic energy and a wacky charisma that can't be taught. I know that you will make the most of th.."
Caleb once again laughs as the folder is once again returned to him. Lash's style isn't as elegant and the folder ends up in pieces in Caleb's lap, but he doesn't really care. The contact is signed in full!
Caleb: "Did you even READ this, Lash?"
Lash: "Do I even NEED to, Caleb?"
Caleb looked quizzically at Lash for a second, then nodded as he fixed up the folder and sealed it.
Caleb: "Fair enough! Welcome to NVR, Lash! Destiny is what you make it".
The scene fades out as Lash finally gets his order of coffee, at a completely irrelevant time. This doesn't register, however. Lash is too busy tabulating the world of craziness that has suddenly been thrust upon him.. welcome indeed..
#LashOut
