2 days later
United states
4am.
Dreyfus walks through the dark in Colorado, groomed neatly suit and tie. Hair done professionally.
He stepped out of his Matte Black Onda, as he looked outside it was a ran down motel, he walked prostitutes whistled at him. "What a sexy russian man you are."
Russian?....
Dreyfus looked completely different. Handsome didnt describe him. His features were almost perfect, his eyes were dull but his skin was beautiful, his hair was voluptuous and luscious and he styled it perfectly. His dark hair with his dead eyes gave him the look of someone who could kneel women with just a single word, that was his gift.
He called his phone once more, entering the Motel, the clerk looked onwards in shock, Dreyfus opened the 7th door.
And there he was Jeremiah stepped out no shirt in his boxers.
Dreyfus's face curled up in disgust.
"Anyways" mumbling, as he stepped inside, Jeremiah sighed "You, didnt even ask if anyone was inside."
"She left earlier for your information." Jeremiah added a extra comment.
.....
"You sure u dont like boys Jay?"
A pause
"Just be honest, its completely fine." Dreyfus added to make him feel more comfortable.
"I dont..." Jeremiah was Asian, he scratched his brown hair, it wasn't a bowl cut, but you can tell that at one point it used to be.
"Kay well you dont have to crash at such dirty places, your rich now u know that right?" Dreyfus sounded annoyed.
Jeremiah took a seat on the bed "Thats not it, I just like ugly women and I dont want to be embarassed by them in my estate."
Jeremiah stared at himself in the foggy mirror from across the room "Ugly women get they get impressed so easily a motel does great."
Jeremiah:"All they do is complain how no one treats them right, You do the bare minimum and they just cant stop fawning over you."
He continued his rambling.
"Finally i found the one that cares about me"
"Your so loving"
"Thanks for being there for me."
"Your so attractive, You have such nice hair."
He snapped scoffing "I hope you die, literally. I hate them so much."
"No one will ever love u."
"Your a joke."
Delusional, stupid. You deserve punishment, humiliation and to be abandoned.
Jeremiah smiled clicking his tongue showing her to Dreyfus on the phone. "Im going to push this one to suicide, then write a book about it." Jeremiah blushed his crotch jumping up and down at the thought. "I'm going to call it, Autoktonia Eros."
Dreyfus glanced at the phone picture, then walked into the bathroom ignoring Jay's sadistic monologue thinking to himself 'She's not even ugly..'
"Anyways kid, Where's your great weapon?" Dreyfus habitually scanned the bathroom using his eyes like a detective.
Jeremiah starts taking off his clothing, planning to change, "I store it inside my body these days."
"In your…. Rectum?" Dreyfus snarky comments.
'Really dood.... ' he thought
Jay rolled his eyes.
Jeremiah sighed "You should probably check your phone, were not living in the stone age. You're the only person I know who makes calls and ignores your entire call log."
For a moment, Dreyfus says nothing just thinking. 'Should've just left it at "I'm the only person you know."
He finally pulls his phone out of his pocket.
The screen lights up.
Missed calls.Unread messages.Notification after notification(199).
Names fill the screen.
Mr. N.Osprey Aspera.
Demi
Wymzel Joon-Wool. Firenade.
Monk8, Tiza, Incun
More underneath them.
Dreyfus stares at the screen for a second… not surprised.
Not worried.
Just mildly irritated.
Without reading a single message, he locks the phone and turns it off.
Slides it back into his pocket.
Like none of it matters.
Phones should say off...
'Not in character for Demi to call though, something must've gone wrong.' he thought to himself.
Jeremiah cleans up as he starts putting on his own suit and tie, almost done dressing himself.
He yaps, "Did you hear about what your manager said on social media?"
"They're lowkey ruining your image." Jeremiah smiled thinking maybe he'll be able to pass him up in followers soon.
Dreyfus:"I don't care about social media."
Jeremiah "You sure? I heard Mr. N completely cut your salary considering the fact that your merch and ur girlpop fanclub is getting so much revenue."
Jeremiah held out his tongue like a snake mocking Dreyfus.
Dreyfus tired of speaking, "I don't care about the money, Issak can use it for whatever he wants. Once he doesn't bother me."
Finally Jeremiah is dressed, his tone shifts more seriously as he fully locks in. "About the elephant in the room though, Presidency battle. What are your thoughts on the chances, I heard online betting sites have us winning at like 11.13% now. What are your odds-
Dreyfus: "I am the odds Jeremiah, Dont waste my time."