[He was born and bred for business; that’s like telling him to stop breathing air. His mind’s been melded to think in how he can better strike deals (manipulate) to get what he wants. And if not that, find a more forcible way to do it. Daddy would be proud, no doubt.
But he doesn’t offer much of anything else as they walk. When they near the eatery, he smells it before he sees it — and the interior confirms what he had imagined. A place for the bad decisions of the night before to settle in, to let them rot and stink in the daylight and let one’s body deal with the consequences.
This really is below him.
Rufus isn’t an ignorant man, despite how much money he’s worth. He knows what life is like in the slums (and maybe that’s just worse, for he does nothing about it, just like his father), and he isn’t surprised to see such an unflattering group of grounders congregated in one small space. But it drives home his situation, illustrates that he’s not where he should be. For the first time since being dropped off on the lower plate, it bothers him in a way that runs deeper than mere agitation.
Maybe that’s why, after sliding in his seat next to Alec, he responds by hitting his palm on the booth to get the sleeping man's attention, jostling a lopsided napkin holder in dire need of a refill.]
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But he doesn’t offer much of anything else as they walk. When they near the eatery, he smells it before he sees it — and the interior confirms what he had imagined. A place for the bad decisions of the night before to settle in, to let them rot and stink in the daylight and let one’s body deal with the consequences.
This really is below him.
Rufus isn’t an ignorant man, despite how much money he’s worth. He knows what life is like in the slums (and maybe that’s just worse, for he does nothing about it, just like his father), and he isn’t surprised to see such an unflattering group of grounders congregated in one small space. But it drives home his situation, illustrates that he’s not where he should be. For the first time since being dropped off on the lower plate, it bothers him in a way that runs deeper than mere agitation.
Maybe that’s why, after sliding in his seat next to Alec, he responds by hitting his palm on the booth to get the sleeping man's attention, jostling a lopsided napkin holder in dire need of a refill.]
Hey. Rise and shine.