Unplanned Disaster ((12))

[victoriousscarf]

Mac snapped his fingers and nodded. "That would have been it yet. Persistent bugger he is. I swear, I think the tom's sexually attracted ta my hotel he blabbers on about it enough." He looked finally at the first time toward the black tom. "There a reason you're standin' around here, lookin' like someone just killed your parents?"

Misto blinked at him, and blinked again. "I," he shook his head. "I'd prefer to give him a twenty minute head start before venturing out, if it's all the same to you."

Mac gave him an odd look and then glanced toward Cori, as if the mottled tom might better be able to explain.

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat paused a moment and then shrugged. "He'd rather not deal with his uncle if he doesn't have to." Mac would find out one way or another.

[victoriousscarf]

Mac paused for a long minute at that, letting the information sink in. "Wait, we employee him don't we? We employee Jones' nephew? The hell do we do that for?"

"Don't associate me with him," Misto snapped, voice strong for the first time since he saw Jones. As soon as he realized he had just snapped at the man running the entire place he worked at, he winced.

"Oh!" Mac said, clapping his paws together once. "We employee Jones' nephew who hates him. That's different then."

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat rolled his eyes. "Do you think I would have allowed it otherwise?"

[victoriousscarf]

Mac shrugged slightly. "You're right, sometimes I forget it's you I'm talkin' about. Anyway, gentlemen, I have somewhere else I'd much rather be at this point so, if you'll excuse me..." he tipped his hat and made his way to the door, whistling.

((Exit Macavity))

Misto blinked through that exchange, and then glanced toward the door as well, considering his options. On one paw, he did have things he should get done before work, but on the other, he actually wouldn't put it past Jones to lurk outside the door for him. Maybe twenty full minutes wasn't a bad plan.

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat watched the tabby leave, one eyebrow arching sharply again. What on earth had him in such a cheery mood? He turned to the small cat again. "You will be here on New Year's, yes?"

[victoriousscarf]

Misto snapped himself out of his thought, turning back to Cori. He finally forced his tail to uncurl, though it still seemed to want to stick around his leg. "New Years?"

[Meadowlark]

"The boss is throwing a New Year's Ball. As an employee I would assume you'll be attending? It's an open invitation to all employed at the Demoniaque." His tone was idle, clinical almost.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto bit the inside of his lip. He hated parties and galas and balls. He had been dragged to far too many of them by Jones when he was a child, and paraded around mostly so all the other socialites could tell Jones had kind he was to take in the poor child, and what a good job he was doing... Misto shook his head slightly to snap himself out of those thoughts, turning his gaze back up to Coricopat. "Even for those employed doing less than legal things?"

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat chuckled dryly. "Even for those."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto sighed. "How much of a chance do I have to get out of it?"

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat shook his head. "None. You need to at least make an appearance."

[victoriousscarf]

Another small sigh and Misto offered Coricopat a small smile. "Alright then. I... assume you'll be there too then?"

[Meadowlark]

He nodded once. "Of course."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto nodded in return. "Alright." He glanced toward the door again, and almost winced when his tail curled lightly around his leg at the thought of his uncle. This was insane, he wasn't six anymore.