Oh god. What in the word had he drank last night? Or more, what hadn't he drank. Sure the official story was that Frederick Trumper moves were of the purest in every city he played in, but this was Bangkok and he wasn't about to not experience all the steamy city had to offer. Now if he could only remember if the god he'd worshiped last night had been male or female...Oh well, what did it matter? They had had the pleasure of his company after all.
Despite is slight hangover, Freddie was perfectly composed as he walked out the entrance of the hotel to head for the TV studio. A smug smile was on his face as he knew all about Walter's plan to let the reporters go to town on Sergievsky and then let him emerge as the more composed player. While his gaze had immediately gone to the streets to hail a cab, it shifted when he heard someone who already had attracted a cab to the curb say their destination. His smile turned smugger, if that was possible, when he saw who it was. Now that was a god he wouldn't mind worshipping... "If your going to the television studio, do you mind if I ride along?" He asked, as if the man should be honored.
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Despite is slight hangover, Freddie was perfectly composed as he walked out the entrance of the hotel to head for the TV studio. A smug smile was on his face as he knew all about Walter's plan to let the reporters go to town on Sergievsky and then let him emerge as the more composed player. While his gaze had immediately gone to the streets to hail a cab, it shifted when he heard someone who already had attracted a cab to the curb say their destination. His smile turned smugger, if that was possible, when he saw who it was. Now that was a god he wouldn't mind worshipping... "If your going to the television studio, do you mind if I ride along?" He asked, as if the man should be honored.