Alpha Wolf
You've just reconciled with your son you're not leaving now, but you're still on heightened state of agitation.
"This is my father Wolf, and hisÂ…girlfriend Mary." Lawrence says unsure of if that's actually the case. You and Mary look at each other, shrug and nod silently in agreement that it is.
"Wow, Lawrence, your family doesn't keep to your own kind. Your Dad's fucking a corpse and you're fucking my sister. Wait, you're also part human aren't you? Sheesh, you Werewolves will fuck anything that isn't another Werewolf! Can't say I blame you though! HAR HAR HAR (BURP!) I'm kidding! I'm kidding of course. Relax. Hey Irena bring your pretty little tail over here and bring me some food too!"
Okay you are REALLY close to losing it. Mary senses this and whispers to you to just calm down. It's very difficult though. Meanwhile you see Irena bring Oliver some food, Lawrence isn't paying attention as he's talking to his children, but you notice Oliver is lecherously looking at Irena the whole time. Then he begins stuffing his bloated face when Lawrence turns back around.
"Yeah, I'll be staying here awhile Lawrence; I had a couple of job set backs. Might be awhile before I can find another one. Irena said it was okay." Oliver says while food hangs from his mouth.
You knew it. You goddamn well knew it. Typical fucking Cat Person. Fucking sponge.
"Sure Oliver, you're family after all, your home is my home."
"Ah, you have my thanks Lawrence. My sister is so lucky to have such a highly motivated well to do man such as yourself. Don't know why our family disapproved so much of you, but hey at least I was at the wedding, right Irena? There to give you away, right Irena?"
"Um, yes Oliver." Irena says nervously and quickly goes back into the kitchen.
Something is seriously WRONG here. You've hung around with some shady characters and known several creepy ones, and Oliver is just oozing with both traits. Even his sister doesn't seem to like him; she seems more scared of him than anything. Like an abuse victim. You don't understand why Lawrence is letting him talk like that. You ask to see Lawrence in the next room privately.
"What's up Dad?" he asks.
"What's up with you? Why are you letting Oliver talk shit like that?"
"What Oliver? He's harmless. That's just how he is. Don't pay any attention."
"Yeah well I'm having a very hard time doing that. Look fuck all my personal feelings about what you think of your relationship with Irena, but if that's the woman you love, then you need to put Oliver in his place right now. I know damn well you HAD to inherit that trait from me."
"Dad I know your answer to everything is to kick everyone's ass that looks at you sideways, but sometimes you have to let things go. Besides Oliver's the only family member on EITHER side who supported our wedding you know. He even paid for it. He might make comments every now and then, but I know he's supportive of us."
"Lawrence, I know about letting things go, I've been doing it all damn night, but I'm telling you I can sense that he's up to no fucking good. He's been staring at his sister's tits and ass since he got here! It's like he's a psychotic stalker ex-boyfriend. I noticed Irena acting nervous around him, I'm telling you something weird went on between them and I don't think it was consensual."
"Dad! You know what the fuck you're saying?"
"Hell yes I know what the fuck I'm saying. I'm saying he's a fucking sicko and a moocher to boot. Doesn't have a job and it'll be awhile? You know what that translates into? A permanent squatter."
"Geez Dad, not all Cat People are decadent lazy inbreeders."
"Maybe not, but I'm saying HE is!"
"I don't think he is. Irena's never told me that he's ever done anything to her and I'm sure she would've, and as for the job thing, he's just been having a string of bad luck. I mean come on; you should be able to identify with how hard the job market is right now. Look Dad, I hope you can put your bigotry aside, because I wanted you to stay awhile. Even stay here for the night."
"This is my father Wolf, and hisÂ…girlfriend Mary." Lawrence says unsure of if that's actually the case. You and Mary look at each other, shrug and nod silently in agreement that it is.
"Wow, Lawrence, your family doesn't keep to your own kind. Your Dad's fucking a corpse and you're fucking my sister. Wait, you're also part human aren't you? Sheesh, you Werewolves will fuck anything that isn't another Werewolf! Can't say I blame you though! HAR HAR HAR (BURP!) I'm kidding! I'm kidding of course. Relax. Hey Irena bring your pretty little tail over here and bring me some food too!"
Okay you are REALLY close to losing it. Mary senses this and whispers to you to just calm down. It's very difficult though. Meanwhile you see Irena bring Oliver some food, Lawrence isn't paying attention as he's talking to his children, but you notice Oliver is lecherously looking at Irena the whole time. Then he begins stuffing his bloated face when Lawrence turns back around.
"Yeah, I'll be staying here awhile Lawrence; I had a couple of job set backs. Might be awhile before I can find another one. Irena said it was okay." Oliver says while food hangs from his mouth.
You knew it. You goddamn well knew it. Typical fucking Cat Person. Fucking sponge.
"Sure Oliver, you're family after all, your home is my home."
"Ah, you have my thanks Lawrence. My sister is so lucky to have such a highly motivated well to do man such as yourself. Don't know why our family disapproved so much of you, but hey at least I was at the wedding, right Irena? There to give you away, right Irena?"
"Um, yes Oliver." Irena says nervously and quickly goes back into the kitchen.
Something is seriously WRONG here. You've hung around with some shady characters and known several creepy ones, and Oliver is just oozing with both traits. Even his sister doesn't seem to like him; she seems more scared of him than anything. Like an abuse victim. You don't understand why Lawrence is letting him talk like that. You ask to see Lawrence in the next room privately.
"What's up Dad?" he asks.
"What's up with you? Why are you letting Oliver talk shit like that?"
"What Oliver? He's harmless. That's just how he is. Don't pay any attention."
"Yeah well I'm having a very hard time doing that. Look fuck all my personal feelings about what you think of your relationship with Irena, but if that's the woman you love, then you need to put Oliver in his place right now. I know damn well you HAD to inherit that trait from me."
"Dad I know your answer to everything is to kick everyone's ass that looks at you sideways, but sometimes you have to let things go. Besides Oliver's the only family member on EITHER side who supported our wedding you know. He even paid for it. He might make comments every now and then, but I know he's supportive of us."
"Lawrence, I know about letting things go, I've been doing it all damn night, but I'm telling you I can sense that he's up to no fucking good. He's been staring at his sister's tits and ass since he got here! It's like he's a psychotic stalker ex-boyfriend. I noticed Irena acting nervous around him, I'm telling you something weird went on between them and I don't think it was consensual."
"Dad! You know what the fuck you're saying?"
"Hell yes I know what the fuck I'm saying. I'm saying he's a fucking sicko and a moocher to boot. Doesn't have a job and it'll be awhile? You know what that translates into? A permanent squatter."
"Geez Dad, not all Cat People are decadent lazy inbreeders."
"Maybe not, but I'm saying HE is!"
"I don't think he is. Irena's never told me that he's ever done anything to her and I'm sure she would've, and as for the job thing, he's just been having a string of bad luck. I mean come on; you should be able to identify with how hard the job market is right now. Look Dad, I hope you can put your bigotry aside, because I wanted you to stay awhile. Even stay here for the night."