<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik was impressed with the bridge to say the least; he hadn't seen anything like it before, but then again, he never really traveled all that much. He glanced at Garret for a quick moment when he said something about not liking huge shows of wealth. Just a tad hypocritical there. <font color="#0059fa">"Well... I doubt anyone's forcing you to stay here, so why do you?"</font> he asked back, asking why he still had to show wealth by living in a big fancy mansion with a big fancy bridge. He could live anywhere if he wanted to, Eirik was sure, so if he hated it, why live in such a place? But then again, he could be forced to live there, and he seemed super important. What did he know? <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
He chuckled at the question, one that had been bouncing around his mind for years. <span style='color:purple'>"Well, when my parents.....departed this world. I was made to promise to keep the mansion. Though this meant keeping the business as well."</span> Garret sighed as he pondered whether to tell him or not. <span style='color:purple'>"Still if I really want to I could move and live a more relaxed life. I always had my eyes on a bungalow by a beach."</span> After all being this rich meant never having to work. Retire at the age of twenty four. Garret pulled out a mini disc out from one of the many pockets, pushing it into the small slit in the dash. Then some calming music of almost classical sound with faint bass bubbled through the speakers.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Well that was a good enough answer for him; besides, he didn't want to pry at all. Not that he'd have the guts to, anyways. He didn't know if he'd be able to handle taking up his parents business if they died or something. That'd kinda suck. Eirik listened as Garret went on to say more. Living by the beach sounded pretty nice. He couldn't help but smile a bit thinking about how peaceful it'd be; better than living in the slums of some bad city. Maybe he'd live by the beach later on in life... when he got the money. Curiously, the arden turned his gaze to the CD as Garret put it into the player, ears twitching at the sound of the classical-like music. <font color="#0059fa">"What's that?"</font> he asked, unsure if he liked it or not. He was more of a rock person. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
Garret turned slightly pinkish around the cheeks. One of the few shows of emotion he has left. <span style='color:purple'>"That....is something I made, moulding drum and bass with classical music. Though how I made it is a different and much harder question all together. Let's just say it involves dancing and pressure pads."</span> As the music built up the deep bass swirled out of the speakers blending with the strings of the classical instruments. They were nearing the end of the sliver leaf bridge, which was in a way the driveway. In the distance a pair of gates blocked the path. <span style='color:purple'>"Ah.....home sweet home."</span> He cooed with mild cynicism.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik tilted a brow at the sound of the music, pressing his ears back a little. He didn't much care for classical shit, but he didn't say anything and just kind of nodded his acknowledgment of the answer... even though he didn't understand what he meant by 'dancing and pressure pads'. He was wondering how smooth things would go tonight... he knew it'd be awkward, but everything was awkward to him. All the time. He stayed quiet all the way up to the gates where he slowed down to pass through them, waiting for direct from Garret on where to park and whatnot. He pressed the button on the CD player and it pushed the little minidisk back out, cause he didn't want the other to forget it; if he did, he wasn't keeping it. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
As they passed the gates, the mansion exterior lights switched on bathing it in a blueish glow. The entire thing was made of green marble and covered in ivy. It resembled a renaissance building with dome of blue above the arches The house itself was a boomerang shape made out of linked blocks. On each point was a large garage, one of which was open. <span style='color:purple'>"Everything is prepared. You can park in there."</span> Pointing at the open garage with one hand and taking the disk with the other. His guards hovercar went in the opposite garage.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Very impressive. Well, compared to his dingy little studio by that ... cosmetic shop. Man, he was gonna be so embarrassed having Garret come over to help him, what with his place being barren besides the instruments he had. He didn't even have any food. Just instruments and clothes. And makeup. Eirik drove into the garage, parking his car neatly inside. He wasn't really looking forward to meeting back up with those big burly bodyguards... He turned the car off and pulled the keys from the ignition and got out, waiting for richie to guide the way, cause hell if he knew what they were gonna do. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<span style='color:PURPLE'>"Well this way."</span> Opening a door, bright light streamed towards them. Garret calmly walked through. Walking out into a wooden hallway. <span style='color:purple'>"Bare with the wood I've been meaning to redecorate."</span> He turned to a ornate cupboard sliding out a draw full of black packaging foam. Garret hugged himself or at least seemed to. <span style='color:purple'>"Now don't faint or anything."</span> smiling at Eir while he finished "hugging" to pull out his two pistols. <span style='color:purple'>"My families business is rather dangerous. Which was why I made another one more safer."</span>
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>The again nervous arden followed the other in, taking a curious glance around as he followed. It was the only natural to want to look around... in fact, it was the first reaction anyone ever had walking into someone else's home. He stopped short of running into Garret again and quickly backed off hoping the guy didn't notice... besides, he was busy, uh... hugging himself. But not really. No, he wouldn't faint, but he barely stifled a little shocked sound that sounded like something between a startled yelp and someone smashing his finger. Man, way to make a fool of yourself, Eirik. But, fuck, he wasn't expecting to go home with a guy who'd been so friendly with him the whole time, but had two guns on him... damn. He felt the need to say something, but his mind drew a blank. Another natural reaction as he stared. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
He looked at Eir curiously. Fully expecting and regretting this moment. <span style='color:purple'>"When I say dangerous I mean, that several people have tried to kill me in the past."</span> Bending down to place them in their set spaces and pushing the draw closed. <span style='color:purple'>"To be frank, I didn't want you to see that. Still you reacted better than I thought."</span> Garret took off his jacket, folding it up neatly on top of the draws. Leaving him in only his combats. <span style='color:purple'>"Now come along my dear, I would never hurt you and neither will my guys. Who stay away from the house, they have a building behind the house and guard the area."</span> Hoping that would be a relief to his slightly shocked guest. Holding out a hand.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Slightly shocked wasn't even the half of it. Just because he didn't scream didn't mean he wasn't shocked, because, fuck, he was shocked. Eirik didn't mean to get involved with some mob leader or whatever he was... did he really want to hang with a guy who had people trying to kill him? Hell, they'd go after him if they saw him with their guy! Shit, shit shit shit. Sure, Garret actually seemed like a decent, non-murderous guy... and he must've had those bodyguards for whatever 'family business' this was, but... oh jeez. Now it'd take him a while to get to trusting him again... but, honestly, he was scared to try and make up some excuse that he had to leave. Besides 'uh, I need to go because I just shat myself. Hopefully I'll never see you again!'... that wouldn't really work. He didn't want to get shot anyways. Eirik looked back at Garret after turning back to eye the friendly way out, looking down to see the other holding out his hand for him to take. No way. Who knows, the guy might have other guns on him or something... did the guy honestly expect Eirik to willingly take his hand? Haha, funny. He was going to say something, but he already forgot what it was, and now he just looked like a scared fool who almost shat himself. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
His hand dropped to his side. It was always the same once they see the guns they run and he never sees them again. <span style='color:purple'>"Before you run off or something, let me get one thing clear."</span> Looking deeply into Eir's eyes. <span style='color:purple'>"I have never killed anyone. Or have been responsible for anyone's deaths."</span> Truthfully, knowing hoping that he understood. <span style='color:purple'>"I...well. Sell weapons to the various gangs, special ones at that. I make their wars safer. The ammo they use turns to dust if used on a civilian, a long way back my family took some blood from many gang members. We found their tattoo ink in their blood. Gang tat ink. If the tiny sensor in the bullet does not detect that ink, it wont penetrate."</span> <span style='color:purple'>"So you see, I do try to help. But Sadly certain gangs many years ago didn't like my family, which is why I'm here on my own for ever."</span> He turned away from Eir hiding whatever emotions that freed themselves. <span style='color:purple'>"You can go if you want, no one will stop you. But I was being truthful about the record company and my family."</span>
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Most of what that little speech did was guilt trip him... though he still didn't feel extremely safe being buddies with a guy who sells guns to gang members, regardless of the bullets not hurting random people. Eirik's expression went from scared to concerned, but still scared, when Garret turned away for whatever reason. Normally, he would've went to comfort him, but... not yet. Hell, he hardly knew the guy, really. Usually the arden was pretty shallow, but he'd be careful this time around simply because of how dangerous this shit could be. Did he really want to get involved with a guy who sold guns? ... A guy who offered him a job so quickly? Fuck. Eirik decided to put this big issue to the side for the time being, cause he still wanted a job. He needed it, and this was the perfect opportunity. This guy was probably well known and stuff, so he'd be put out there if he made music with Garret's family label on it. <font color="#0059fa">"... I'm sorry, it's fine... weren't you gonna... show me around?"</font> he managed quietly, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. He hoped Garret wasn't like... crying or anything. Awwkwaarrdd. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
Garret turned slightly, still dealing with the shreds of emotion. <span style='color:purple'>"Yes, I was."</span> Smiling a little. <span style='color:purple'>"The music studio would be first on the tour for you."</span> Garret hated being emotional. Especially when he'd spent year trying to rid himself of them. <span style='color:purple'>"All I wanted was something more fun, something safer. Hell something I can smile about and love"</span> Not bothering holding out his hand again. Garret walked to one side and opened a door. <span style='color:purple'>"This way you'll also see the dance floor too on our way past."</span> He held open the door for him.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik rubbed the back of his neck nervously before running a hand through his hair, following after Garret and going through the door. He figured it'd be fucking easy to get lost in this place... like he would tomorrow morning or something. He'd probably get lost in the bathroom. <font color="#0059fa">"So you got a recording studio and a dancefloor...?"</font> he asked glancing back to the other arden. Why did he need a dancefloor? It baffled him... maybe he really liked to dance. Eirik enjoyed dancing, but it became harder and harder for him to do lately since he seemed to becoming more and more of a hermit. Man that sucked. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
The lights automatically came on revealing a large room. In the centre was a raised platform about two foot off the ground and shaped in a hexagon shape. To the side was a rack of rather skin-tight full body suits, each with colouring almost the same as Garrets own fur. At the back was a set of double doors. "The recording studio" was written across them. <span style='color:purple'>"You could say I love to dance."</span> With a rather large grin. <span style='color:purple'>"While you stay here you are also welcome to use the floor if you wish. But please ask before using my suits."</span> Garret walked slowly around. Stopping halfway across checking if Eir was still behind him.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>Eirik did like dancing, but not that much. Chances of him using the floor were slim to none, so he wouldn't have to worry about asking permission or whatever. He was a little too nerve wracked anyways. But he couldn't help but raise a brow at the suits... not very flattering at all. He quietly acknowledged Garret's comments before turning to follow, not wanting to get lost or anything. He slipped his fingers into his pockets, sort of looking around curiously as the arden showed him around. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
He opened the studio door. The light blue light pouring out of the door.<span style='color:purple'>"We have everything here state of the art and some custom equipment from Adamaint."</span> Garret strolled over to sit on a soft blue stool. All around him was spotless labelled and ready to work. <span style='color:purple'>"I guess you need a little time to absorb everything."</span> Laughing.
<table width="453"><tr><td style="background:#0c0704 url(http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/9919/eiriktabih3.jpg) no-repeat top; color:#DEDEDE; padding:200px 10px 10px 10px; border:1px solid #b6d2e9; line-height:11px; font-family:trebuchet ms; font-size:8.2pt; text-align:justify;"><font color="#69caff"> <center><font size="2"><font color="#b961e7"> I only need one more day, Just one more chance to say, I wish that I had gone up with you too. </font></font>The arden was definitely more interested in the studio. He walked in and looked around at stuff, though not touching anything. It was all nice and he wished he had such nice stuff, but he'd feel more comfortable with his own guitars and drums. He was lucky Garret was allowing him to bring his own instruments. <font color="#0059fa">"A little... thanks for giving me a chance,"</font> Eirik said after a moment, looking over to Garret. It still baffled him how quick he managed to get a chance at a job.... surely the guy wasn't that desperate to get musicians. He could probably get the best there was out there, but he chose Eirik instead. It was mind boggling. <font size="1"><font color="#ff82ff">You won't be coming back, And I didn't get to say goodbye. I really wish I got to say goodbye.</font></font><center> </font></div></td></tr></table>
He momentarily enjoyed Eir's amazement. <span style='color:purple'>"I'll leave you for a few minutes, you know. That and I need a drink. Do you want one?"</span> Spinning on his chair smiling. <span style='color:purple'>"You could also decide how you'd be described as in the papers advert.</span>
