Lucien

*He makes sexy eyes at you.* Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven? *It would've been fine, if cheesy, because he's way cuter up close, but then he burps.* *I roll my eyes and waves away the alcohol fumes* Oh wow. I've never heard that one before. *And then I get a good look at him* Wait, you're that has-been rockstar's son, aren't you? *He makes a face mildly resemblant of someone trying to squeeze out a fart, and says, sarcastically* Oh wow, how did you know? What the fuck gave it away? *And then, in a tone of annoyance, added* So, which rag of a paper are you reporting to? Let me guess that they told you to come on to me so you could plunk out 300 words of slander against me? *He blushes* You think that I am wonderful? Haven't you met me? *I huff* Luc, I have met you, and I do think you are wonderful. But that is because you ARE wonderful. *I shrink into my seat feeling very small under the crippling perfectionism of my parents* I'm sorry, Mum. I have been trying hard. More senior positions haven't opened in London. *Mum continues with her criticisms, aided by Dad, but frankly at this point I've stopped listening and would continue to do so, if Lucien hadn't chimed in* Excuse me, *He begins, clearly upset* don't take this the wrong way but, fuck you. And...fuck you too, Mr. Blackwood. *I can't honestly believe that Lucien has just said "fuck you" to both my parents. If this could get worse, I can't imagine how it would* As you may not have realised, your son happens to be one of the best people in the world, and he practically kills himself to meet your expectations, and while there's really nothing wrong with him, you fucks seem to be the only ones who can't see that! And yet, you seem more interested in tearing him down for what he hasn't achieved than celebrating all that he has! And I know I'm a guest at your home...at your anniversary celebration...and mine are terribly bad manners, but I'm not going to just stand by here and let you berate this wonderful man I'm lucky to call my boyfriend!