multiversallogs | a night at the vault

Who: Rex & Cindy. Open.
What: Taking care of business.
Where: The Vault.
When: SOME DAY.
Notes: Feel free to start a new thread if you want to run into Rex at the Vault :B Also, here is a polyvore.
Warnings: Not really. YET.

Why does she want to meet here, of all places? The Vault brings Rex back to his arrival in Baedal, where he stumbled, confused, into the Vault, paying an exorbitant cover price for what he thought was just a high end lounge and nothing else. That was where he'd met Cindy-- well, face to face, anyway-- and learned that the Vault had... quite a lot to offer to one with diverse tastes such as his. At the time, however, he'd been hurting from his separation from Iago, and he didn't want to partake of what the Vault had to offer. He'd avoided it since that first night.

Until now. Still hurting, but tired of holding back for people who always, always disappear, Rex isn't as afraid of the Vault as he was all those months ago. He's still a little awkward, certainly, but he's trying not to show it as he sits at the bar and waits for "Cynthia." She wants to meet with him about Wichita-- fair enough. As long as he keeps his ex partitioned off in the "Business" sector of his mind, away from the "Personal," then... this will all go smoothly.

Or as smoothly as things can go, given the circumstances.

He's just doing a favor for a friend, after all.

Rex tries to look impressive as he considers his drink, takes a sip. His suit fits him much better than the last-- now that he has money to spare, he can afford higher-quality clothes. Tonight, he actually looks like he belongs here with the other customers.

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Rex looks at Cindy, frowning slightly at the smoke. It aggravates his throat a little, but he says nothing. He'll always be sensitive to smoke, even after the surgeries.

Funnily enough, it only reminds him of the time Wichita got him high with a nebulizer, knowing how much smoke bothered him. There's a small wince, and he takes a long drink.

"My ex."

Who he's still not quite over, which is probably painfully obvious by now.

Cindy's head, which was pointed away from Rex, slowly turns towards him, showing a far too entertained grin on her lips. Well, well, well. Isn't this an interesting turn of events? Not that Cindy didn't have an inkling Wichita was more than just a friend to him, but she assumed it was just a one off thing. Look how much of an ass she is now.

"And who dumped who?" Gosh, can she be anymore tactful?

He hunches his shoulders a little, a slightly defensive posture, as his frown deepens. "I dumped her," he mutters, half-tempted to add a disclaimer about how it's complicated and he wouldn't have dumped anybody if Iago and Wichita would've just been happy with a totally Rex-centered compromise where everybody won.

"She vanished, returned, vanished again. So I went with Iago. Who just vanished, himself," he hisses into his glass before taking another drink.

Rex certainly knows how to pick 'em.

Call it a foolish notion, but she feels a little sorry for Rex. Granted, most of the time Cindy thinks he's a pitiful puppy in need of a newspaper to the nose, but this time... well, abandonment is abandonment no matter who you are. Lord knows Cindy knows those feels.

"That's why I fuck 'em and don't love 'em," she says in her very own sympathetic way. "No one gets any feelings and no one gets dumped because there's nothing to dump."

Rex shakes his head. "I wish I could do that. I certainly didn't intend to fall in love." If anything, his first time with Wichita-- hell, his first time, period, full stop-- was meant to be nothing more than one night of fun. Instead, they found themselves seeing more and more of each other. "In any case, it's over. I'm trying to be... friends." As much as that's possible with the giant, awkward elephant in the room. "And part of that involves helping her stay alive."

"You don't want to be friends." Cindy's just going to call shit like she sees it. The fact that Rex is hesitant when he speaks about Wichita means that being just friends isn't going to end the way it's supposed to either way. Somebody is going to want more and maybe they both will. Maybe they won't. Cindy wouldn't say she's afraid of the inevitable fallout, but for Rex's sake, she's considering how much would it take to get him drunk.

Rex is silent for a moment, mulling over that statement. Fuck it, he needs another drink. Ordering a scotch and soda-- he can afford these kinds of things now, damn it-- he starts to finish off his first drink. "Friends or nothing. Those are the only real options." He can't imagine actually attempting a relationship for a... third time now? Fourth?

As much as a part of him wants to. It's habit, he figures. The safety of something... familiar.

Familiar, but unreliable. Then again, who isn't unreliable? Everybody vanishes-- even himself, if he considers all the people he left behind on the Barge.

It's time to sulk and take another drink.

a night at the vault

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