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As Sutekh stepped out of his nondescript office building, the young salesman was hit with a blast of cold air that reminded him that winter was coming. That was the thing that he hated about fall. Even though the days could be nothing short of pleasant with the crisp breezes that carried the scents of pumpkin and other spices that signified the impending arrival of Christmas, it certainly made the evenings downright miserable. Gone were the campfires and late-night barbeques that had marked the summer months as colleagues and other friends gathered on apartment rooftops -- the only spaces that were big enough to accommodate the large gatherings Sutekh loved to attend in this cramped city that seemingly never slept. Now everyone was huddling away in tiny living spaces that could never fit more than five people if you really packed them into the little boxes that the landlords with Brooklyn accents dared to call studio apartments.
Now Sutekh was far from the sort of man who was keen on going to parties night after night. He just didn’t have the personality for it. After all, he was a workaholic to his core -- just like his mother and step-father had raised him to be. While his half-siblings had no qualms about spending every evening in a bar, getting so wasted that they don’t even remember how they got into another stranger’s bed; Sutekh was the sort of young man that would much rather hurry home and put in the extra hours to get a work project done. Truth be told, it was just as miserable as this existence as it sounded to be, but the young man still plodded along anyways as he knew how important it was to be a hard worker in a city as large as New York. There were so many people here with everyone trying to scrape by that Sutekh didn’t want to get caught in the dredges of those who spent their whole lives in homes that were no bigger than five hundred square feet. Not when he had seen how far his own mother and father had gotten in their own respective careers. He had big shoes to fill and he was not going to get there by being absolutely shit-faced every night.
Even though the young man was the sort who would grind himself down to the bone -- he had to admit that the occasional respite from the monotony of his life by way of a get-together at a colleague’s home was sorely needed. After all, he might have the demeanor of a well-oiled, never-ceasing work machine; there was only so much that he could give before his gears rusted and broke down. It was even harder now that Sutekh couldn’t turn to his family for a bit of moral support -- not after the whole truth about who his father really was had come out a few months prior to this cold October night. For twenty-four years, Sutekh had thought that he shared his blood with the man who had raised him, but this turned out to be a lie. A stupid, selfish lie foiled by a mail-in DNA test of all things.
As it turned out, his mother had cheated on Onuphrious with another man. Now she claimed that it was a forced relationship by a man who was able to wield a significant amount of power over her and Sutekh was personally inclined to believe her after seeing how utterly devoted to his step-father she was, but that was something that the twenty-four-year-old could never know for sure. After all, his biological father was long dead and as Sutekh was fairly certain that every medium was just a heartless scrooge high on their own paranormal bullshit, he wasn’t going to find out the truth anytime soon. Even if Sutekh did know for sure what had happened that quarter-century ago, it didn’t really change the outcome of the revelation that shook the Sheifa household. With Sutekh living alone and already building his own life, it had been easy for the rest of them to cut him off. As if this was somehow his fault! He didn’t ask to be born and clearly, if he had the choice, he wouldn’t have chosen anyone other than Onuphrious to be his father. It didn’t matter how successful his biological father had been. He couldn’t compare to the man that had actually raised Sutekh, not left his own bastards in other people’s homes like some humanoid cuckoo bird.
This was clearly a wound that was still rather fresh in Sutekh’s mind and as the days grew chillier, the absence of his natal family in his life was becoming more apparent every single day. This was the point of the year where Sutekh should have been making weekly trips home on the weekends to catch up with his siblings and destress from the crazy work week. However, no one invited him to such gatherings and he knew that they were still happening. It was impossible not to with how much his other siblings plastered the photos of these dinners across social media. Sutekh was being purposefully excluded. The late weeks of summer had made this pain easier as the occasional invitation to go hang out at a friend’s place would get his mind off of his loneliness for a few hours. However, with everything being so cold and so small, this had all, but dried up. Now Sutekh was alone and miserable with no one to turn to, but a half-sister who would soon enough have her own family to worry about if her growing belly was anything to go by.
Sutekh would have liked to tell himself that the tears he was blinking out were brought out by the bitter cold as he made his way towards a nearby subway station that would bring him home from work… but he knew it wasn’t. The young man had made a terrible mistake by opening up his phone and searching through his social media for any updates from his sister about the baby. There were a few, but in order to get to those, he had to scroll past several photos of the latest Sheifa dinner. He tried to pretend that it didn’t bother him that the rest of them were all together, bonding over warm food and laughter while Sutekh was trudging home to a dark and cold apartment. He tried to tell himself that he didn’t need any of them. They were all so toxic anyway. It didn’t work. It never did. As he climbed aboard the train, he had half the mind to go past his own stop and continue on to the closest station to his childhood home to go and take his old place at the table. They couldn’t just ignore him if he showed up for dinner, right?
However, he didn’t have the balls to do it. As awful as Sutekh felt, as lonely as he was, he knew that getting mad and taking it out on the rest of them wouldn’t get them back to how things used to be. The Sheifas were stubborn folk who never forgot a wrong and given that all Sutekh wanted was to be a part of the family again, this could spell disaster for him. Staying away and dealing with the silence was miserable, but it was the best plan for him to get back into their good graces so that he might be able to go back home. That was the sensible thing to do at the very least and Sutekh had always been known to be logical and goody-two-shoes of his family. He had no reason to break that now.
Though as he stepped out of the train car and climbed up the stairs onto the street that was just a few blocks away from his home, Sutekh couldn’t help but wish that it was summer again, especially as he buried his hands in his pockets as he had forgotten his gloves again. Oh, how simple would it be if he could turn back the clock and go back to when the days were hot and the rain didn’t threaten to turn into snow at any given moment. Life wouldn’t be so awful if he could have the rooftop barbeques again and not have to word about not getting an invitation to a family dinner. Summer was an easier time and when it was so cold that he could see his breath fogging up in front of him, Sutekh wished that he could just turn back the hands of time and go back to that.
However, things couldn’t be that easy, could it?
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As Sutekh stepped out of his nondescript office building, the young salesman was hit with a blast of cold air that reminded him that winter was coming. That was the thing that he hated about fall. Even though the days could be nothing short of pleasant with the crisp breezes that carried the scents of pumpkin and other spices that signified the impending arrival of Christmas, it certainly made the evenings downright miserable. Gone were the campfires and late-night barbeques that had marked the summer months as colleagues and other friends gathered on apartment rooftops -- the only spaces that were big enough to accommodate the large gatherings Sutekh loved to attend in this cramped city that seemingly never slept. Now everyone was huddling away in tiny living spaces that could never fit more than five people if you really packed them into the little boxes that the landlords with Brooklyn accents dared to call studio apartments.
Now Sutekh was far from the sort of man who was keen on going to parties night after night. He just didn’t have the personality for it. After all, he was a workaholic to his core -- just like his mother and step-father had raised him to be. While his half-siblings had no qualms about spending every evening in a bar, getting so wasted that they don’t even remember how they got into another stranger’s bed; Sutekh was the sort of young man that would much rather hurry home and put in the extra hours to get a work project done. Truth be told, it was just as miserable as this existence as it sounded to be, but the young man still plodded along anyways as he knew how important it was to be a hard worker in a city as large as New York. There were so many people here with everyone trying to scrape by that Sutekh didn’t want to get caught in the dredges of those who spent their whole lives in homes that were no bigger than five hundred square feet. Not when he had seen how far his own mother and father had gotten in their own respective careers. He had big shoes to fill and he was not going to get there by being absolutely shit-faced every night.
Even though the young man was the sort who would grind himself down to the bone -- he had to admit that the occasional respite from the monotony of his life by way of a get-together at a colleague’s home was sorely needed. After all, he might have the demeanor of a well-oiled, never-ceasing work machine; there was only so much that he could give before his gears rusted and broke down. It was even harder now that Sutekh couldn’t turn to his family for a bit of moral support -- not after the whole truth about who his father really was had come out a few months prior to this cold October night. For twenty-four years, Sutekh had thought that he shared his blood with the man who had raised him, but this turned out to be a lie. A stupid, selfish lie foiled by a mail-in DNA test of all things.
As it turned out, his mother had cheated on Onuphrious with another man. Now she claimed that it was a forced relationship by a man who was able to wield a significant amount of power over her and Sutekh was personally inclined to believe her after seeing how utterly devoted to his step-father she was, but that was something that the twenty-four-year-old could never know for sure. After all, his biological father was long dead and as Sutekh was fairly certain that every medium was just a heartless scrooge high on their own paranormal bullshit, he wasn’t going to find out the truth anytime soon. Even if Sutekh did know for sure what had happened that quarter-century ago, it didn’t really change the outcome of the revelation that shook the Sheifa household. With Sutekh living alone and already building his own life, it had been easy for the rest of them to cut him off. As if this was somehow his fault! He didn’t ask to be born and clearly, if he had the choice, he wouldn’t have chosen anyone other than Onuphrious to be his father. It didn’t matter how successful his biological father had been. He couldn’t compare to the man that had actually raised Sutekh, not left his own bastards in other people’s homes like some humanoid cuckoo bird.
This was clearly a wound that was still rather fresh in Sutekh’s mind and as the days grew chillier, the absence of his natal family in his life was becoming more apparent every single day. This was the point of the year where Sutekh should have been making weekly trips home on the weekends to catch up with his siblings and destress from the crazy work week. However, no one invited him to such gatherings and he knew that they were still happening. It was impossible not to with how much his other siblings plastered the photos of these dinners across social media. Sutekh was being purposefully excluded. The late weeks of summer had made this pain easier as the occasional invitation to go hang out at a friend’s place would get his mind off of his loneliness for a few hours. However, with everything being so cold and so small, this had all, but dried up. Now Sutekh was alone and miserable with no one to turn to, but a half-sister who would soon enough have her own family to worry about if her growing belly was anything to go by.
Sutekh would have liked to tell himself that the tears he was blinking out were brought out by the bitter cold as he made his way towards a nearby subway station that would bring him home from work… but he knew it wasn’t. The young man had made a terrible mistake by opening up his phone and searching through his social media for any updates from his sister about the baby. There were a few, but in order to get to those, he had to scroll past several photos of the latest Sheifa dinner. He tried to pretend that it didn’t bother him that the rest of them were all together, bonding over warm food and laughter while Sutekh was trudging home to a dark and cold apartment. He tried to tell himself that he didn’t need any of them. They were all so toxic anyway. It didn’t work. It never did. As he climbed aboard the train, he had half the mind to go past his own stop and continue on to the closest station to his childhood home to go and take his old place at the table. They couldn’t just ignore him if he showed up for dinner, right?
However, he didn’t have the balls to do it. As awful as Sutekh felt, as lonely as he was, he knew that getting mad and taking it out on the rest of them wouldn’t get them back to how things used to be. The Sheifas were stubborn folk who never forgot a wrong and given that all Sutekh wanted was to be a part of the family again, this could spell disaster for him. Staying away and dealing with the silence was miserable, but it was the best plan for him to get back into their good graces so that he might be able to go back home. That was the sensible thing to do at the very least and Sutekh had always been known to be logical and goody-two-shoes of his family. He had no reason to break that now.
Though as he stepped out of the train car and climbed up the stairs onto the street that was just a few blocks away from his home, Sutekh couldn’t help but wish that it was summer again, especially as he buried his hands in his pockets as he had forgotten his gloves again. Oh, how simple would it be if he could turn back the clock and go back to when the days were hot and the rain didn’t threaten to turn into snow at any given moment. Life wouldn’t be so awful if he could have the rooftop barbeques again and not have to word about not getting an invitation to a family dinner. Summer was an easier time and when it was so cold that he could see his breath fogging up in front of him, Sutekh wished that he could just turn back the hands of time and go back to that.
However, things couldn’t be that easy, could it?
As Sutekh stepped out of his nondescript office building, the young salesman was hit with a blast of cold air that reminded him that winter was coming. That was the thing that he hated about fall. Even though the days could be nothing short of pleasant with the crisp breezes that carried the scents of pumpkin and other spices that signified the impending arrival of Christmas, it certainly made the evenings downright miserable. Gone were the campfires and late-night barbeques that had marked the summer months as colleagues and other friends gathered on apartment rooftops -- the only spaces that were big enough to accommodate the large gatherings Sutekh loved to attend in this cramped city that seemingly never slept. Now everyone was huddling away in tiny living spaces that could never fit more than five people if you really packed them into the little boxes that the landlords with Brooklyn accents dared to call studio apartments.
Now Sutekh was far from the sort of man who was keen on going to parties night after night. He just didn’t have the personality for it. After all, he was a workaholic to his core -- just like his mother and step-father had raised him to be. While his half-siblings had no qualms about spending every evening in a bar, getting so wasted that they don’t even remember how they got into another stranger’s bed; Sutekh was the sort of young man that would much rather hurry home and put in the extra hours to get a work project done. Truth be told, it was just as miserable as this existence as it sounded to be, but the young man still plodded along anyways as he knew how important it was to be a hard worker in a city as large as New York. There were so many people here with everyone trying to scrape by that Sutekh didn’t want to get caught in the dredges of those who spent their whole lives in homes that were no bigger than five hundred square feet. Not when he had seen how far his own mother and father had gotten in their own respective careers. He had big shoes to fill and he was not going to get there by being absolutely shit-faced every night.
Even though the young man was the sort who would grind himself down to the bone -- he had to admit that the occasional respite from the monotony of his life by way of a get-together at a colleague’s home was sorely needed. After all, he might have the demeanor of a well-oiled, never-ceasing work machine; there was only so much that he could give before his gears rusted and broke down. It was even harder now that Sutekh couldn’t turn to his family for a bit of moral support -- not after the whole truth about who his father really was had come out a few months prior to this cold October night. For twenty-four years, Sutekh had thought that he shared his blood with the man who had raised him, but this turned out to be a lie. A stupid, selfish lie foiled by a mail-in DNA test of all things.
As it turned out, his mother had cheated on Onuphrious with another man. Now she claimed that it was a forced relationship by a man who was able to wield a significant amount of power over her and Sutekh was personally inclined to believe her after seeing how utterly devoted to his step-father she was, but that was something that the twenty-four-year-old could never know for sure. After all, his biological father was long dead and as Sutekh was fairly certain that every medium was just a heartless scrooge high on their own paranormal bullshit, he wasn’t going to find out the truth anytime soon. Even if Sutekh did know for sure what had happened that quarter-century ago, it didn’t really change the outcome of the revelation that shook the Sheifa household. With Sutekh living alone and already building his own life, it had been easy for the rest of them to cut him off. As if this was somehow his fault! He didn’t ask to be born and clearly, if he had the choice, he wouldn’t have chosen anyone other than Onuphrious to be his father. It didn’t matter how successful his biological father had been. He couldn’t compare to the man that had actually raised Sutekh, not left his own bastards in other people’s homes like some humanoid cuckoo bird.
This was clearly a wound that was still rather fresh in Sutekh’s mind and as the days grew chillier, the absence of his natal family in his life was becoming more apparent every single day. This was the point of the year where Sutekh should have been making weekly trips home on the weekends to catch up with his siblings and destress from the crazy work week. However, no one invited him to such gatherings and he knew that they were still happening. It was impossible not to with how much his other siblings plastered the photos of these dinners across social media. Sutekh was being purposefully excluded. The late weeks of summer had made this pain easier as the occasional invitation to go hang out at a friend’s place would get his mind off of his loneliness for a few hours. However, with everything being so cold and so small, this had all, but dried up. Now Sutekh was alone and miserable with no one to turn to, but a half-sister who would soon enough have her own family to worry about if her growing belly was anything to go by.
Sutekh would have liked to tell himself that the tears he was blinking out were brought out by the bitter cold as he made his way towards a nearby subway station that would bring him home from work… but he knew it wasn’t. The young man had made a terrible mistake by opening up his phone and searching through his social media for any updates from his sister about the baby. There were a few, but in order to get to those, he had to scroll past several photos of the latest Sheifa dinner. He tried to pretend that it didn’t bother him that the rest of them were all together, bonding over warm food and laughter while Sutekh was trudging home to a dark and cold apartment. He tried to tell himself that he didn’t need any of them. They were all so toxic anyway. It didn’t work. It never did. As he climbed aboard the train, he had half the mind to go past his own stop and continue on to the closest station to his childhood home to go and take his old place at the table. They couldn’t just ignore him if he showed up for dinner, right?
However, he didn’t have the balls to do it. As awful as Sutekh felt, as lonely as he was, he knew that getting mad and taking it out on the rest of them wouldn’t get them back to how things used to be. The Sheifas were stubborn folk who never forgot a wrong and given that all Sutekh wanted was to be a part of the family again, this could spell disaster for him. Staying away and dealing with the silence was miserable, but it was the best plan for him to get back into their good graces so that he might be able to go back home. That was the sensible thing to do at the very least and Sutekh had always been known to be logical and goody-two-shoes of his family. He had no reason to break that now.
Though as he stepped out of the train car and climbed up the stairs onto the street that was just a few blocks away from his home, Sutekh couldn’t help but wish that it was summer again, especially as he buried his hands in his pockets as he had forgotten his gloves again. Oh, how simple would it be if he could turn back the clock and go back to when the days were hot and the rain didn’t threaten to turn into snow at any given moment. Life wouldn’t be so awful if he could have the rooftop barbeques again and not have to word about not getting an invitation to a family dinner. Summer was an easier time and when it was so cold that he could see his breath fogging up in front of him, Sutekh wished that he could just turn back the hands of time and go back to that.
However, things couldn’t be that easy, could it?
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You turn back the hands of time, and it's summer once more. However, theres something odd afoot. It is now the 1970's. You go back to your home, but you find one Imma of Leventi and her house of psychadelic love.
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Your wish is my command.
You turn back the hands of time, and it's summer once more. However, theres something odd afoot. It is now the 1970's. You go back to your home, but you find one Imma of Leventi and her house of psychadelic love.
Curveball Evil Genie-Us
Your wish is my command.
You turn back the hands of time, and it's summer once more. However, theres something odd afoot. It is now the 1970's. You go back to your home, but you find one Imma of Leventi and her house of psychadelic love.
The apartment building was gone. In its place was a stately old mansion that had been built in the 1920s, looking magnificent in the light of the setting sun. It was separated by the others on the street by a wide expanse of lawn on either side with trees lining the property borders. Young people were constantly entering and exiting the huge double doors with stained glass windows, paying no attention to the armed men who traversed the area. Most of the girls were wearing colorful slinky dresses and wedgies. The boys were dressed in polyester suits. The color they appeared to favor was white. Each time the doors opened, loud music could be heard: That’s the way … uh-huh uh-huh … I like it … uh-huh uh-huh...
Inside it had been fully modernized and its décor was beautiful and luxurious. It was the perfect place for a party, Imma thought as she danced with a cute boy in the ballroom under a rotating disco ball. Her parents were off on a business trip and her sisters were vacationing with friends. Too young to go with any of them, she had been left in the Leventi family’s New York mansion under the care of its staff.
It was totally unfair that she had to stay behind. A couple of friends from the Swiss boarding school she went to had asked her to spend summer vacation with them, but she had thought that her parents would take her to their private Mediterranean island like they usually did. She loved that place. But her parents had business in New York, and so she was stuck in this mansion until they returned. Imma loved the city. There were so many things to do and so many things to buy.
She had decided to throw this party simply because she knew that her parents wouldn’t approve. When the cat’s away, the mice will play and all that. Several of her classmates from the Institut de Rosey had flown from all over the world to attend this bash, and her local friends were here too. The whole house had been opened to them, and they were able to roam wherever they wished. Only her art studio was off-limits. Imma couldn’t bear the thought of people screwing on her sculpting table.
It was a bit early to pair off. Most of her guests were drinking and dancing. She had set aside one of the dining rooms for the drugs. About a half hour ago, she had taken some LSD and was just starting to feel its effects. Everything looked so sparkly, like she was in a fairytale world. As the music died away, she excused herself from her partner and went to the bar to mix herself a drink. She had tried to hire a bartender but none of them were willing to work for a minor, no matter how wealthy and famous her family was or how much she offered them.
Frozen strawberry daiquiri in hand, Imma strolled over one of the mirrors to check her appearance. Her fluffy blonde hair was still in shape and her hot pink dress didn’t have any static cling. After admiring the Candie’s she had just bought yesterday, she decided to go outside for a bit of fresh air. She felt s if she was gliding a few inches above the floor and had no trouble dodging the guests who were roller-skating down the hall. Stepping through the double doors, she noticed that the carvings on them were moving. How had she realized that they were alive before?
And who was that standing on the sidewalk? He was very much alive and quite attractive. He wasn’t one of her friends or classmates, and looked out of place in some way she couldn't put her finger on. Had he just been walking by and was curious about her party? Sauntering down the steps, Imma walked up to him, a big goofy grin on her pretty features. “Hi, Handsome,” she purred. “What are you doing out here? The fun’s inside.” Driven by the LSD coursing through her body, she set her drink on the ground and impulsively wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her curves against him. “Come and join me. You won’t regret it.”
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The apartment building was gone. In its place was a stately old mansion that had been built in the 1920s, looking magnificent in the light of the setting sun. It was separated by the others on the street by a wide expanse of lawn on either side with trees lining the property borders. Young people were constantly entering and exiting the huge double doors with stained glass windows, paying no attention to the armed men who traversed the area. Most of the girls were wearing colorful slinky dresses and wedgies. The boys were dressed in polyester suits. The color they appeared to favor was white. Each time the doors opened, loud music could be heard: That’s the way … uh-huh uh-huh … I like it … uh-huh uh-huh...
Inside it had been fully modernized and its décor was beautiful and luxurious. It was the perfect place for a party, Imma thought as she danced with a cute boy in the ballroom under a rotating disco ball. Her parents were off on a business trip and her sisters were vacationing with friends. Too young to go with any of them, she had been left in the Leventi family’s New York mansion under the care of its staff.
It was totally unfair that she had to stay behind. A couple of friends from the Swiss boarding school she went to had asked her to spend summer vacation with them, but she had thought that her parents would take her to their private Mediterranean island like they usually did. She loved that place. But her parents had business in New York, and so she was stuck in this mansion until they returned. Imma loved the city. There were so many things to do and so many things to buy.
She had decided to throw this party simply because she knew that her parents wouldn’t approve. When the cat’s away, the mice will play and all that. Several of her classmates from the Institut de Rosey had flown from all over the world to attend this bash, and her local friends were here too. The whole house had been opened to them, and they were able to roam wherever they wished. Only her art studio was off-limits. Imma couldn’t bear the thought of people screwing on her sculpting table.
It was a bit early to pair off. Most of her guests were drinking and dancing. She had set aside one of the dining rooms for the drugs. About a half hour ago, she had taken some LSD and was just starting to feel its effects. Everything looked so sparkly, like she was in a fairytale world. As the music died away, she excused herself from her partner and went to the bar to mix herself a drink. She had tried to hire a bartender but none of them were willing to work for a minor, no matter how wealthy and famous her family was or how much she offered them.
Frozen strawberry daiquiri in hand, Imma strolled over one of the mirrors to check her appearance. Her fluffy blonde hair was still in shape and her hot pink dress didn’t have any static cling. After admiring the Candie’s she had just bought yesterday, she decided to go outside for a bit of fresh air. She felt s if she was gliding a few inches above the floor and had no trouble dodging the guests who were roller-skating down the hall. Stepping through the double doors, she noticed that the carvings on them were moving. How had she realized that they were alive before?
And who was that standing on the sidewalk? He was very much alive and quite attractive. He wasn’t one of her friends or classmates, and looked out of place in some way she couldn't put her finger on. Had he just been walking by and was curious about her party? Sauntering down the steps, Imma walked up to him, a big goofy grin on her pretty features. “Hi, Handsome,” she purred. “What are you doing out here? The fun’s inside.” Driven by the LSD coursing through her body, she set her drink on the ground and impulsively wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her curves against him. “Come and join me. You won’t regret it.”
The apartment building was gone. In its place was a stately old mansion that had been built in the 1920s, looking magnificent in the light of the setting sun. It was separated by the others on the street by a wide expanse of lawn on either side with trees lining the property borders. Young people were constantly entering and exiting the huge double doors with stained glass windows, paying no attention to the armed men who traversed the area. Most of the girls were wearing colorful slinky dresses and wedgies. The boys were dressed in polyester suits. The color they appeared to favor was white. Each time the doors opened, loud music could be heard: That’s the way … uh-huh uh-huh … I like it … uh-huh uh-huh...
Inside it had been fully modernized and its décor was beautiful and luxurious. It was the perfect place for a party, Imma thought as she danced with a cute boy in the ballroom under a rotating disco ball. Her parents were off on a business trip and her sisters were vacationing with friends. Too young to go with any of them, she had been left in the Leventi family’s New York mansion under the care of its staff.
It was totally unfair that she had to stay behind. A couple of friends from the Swiss boarding school she went to had asked her to spend summer vacation with them, but she had thought that her parents would take her to their private Mediterranean island like they usually did. She loved that place. But her parents had business in New York, and so she was stuck in this mansion until they returned. Imma loved the city. There were so many things to do and so many things to buy.
She had decided to throw this party simply because she knew that her parents wouldn’t approve. When the cat’s away, the mice will play and all that. Several of her classmates from the Institut de Rosey had flown from all over the world to attend this bash, and her local friends were here too. The whole house had been opened to them, and they were able to roam wherever they wished. Only her art studio was off-limits. Imma couldn’t bear the thought of people screwing on her sculpting table.
It was a bit early to pair off. Most of her guests were drinking and dancing. She had set aside one of the dining rooms for the drugs. About a half hour ago, she had taken some LSD and was just starting to feel its effects. Everything looked so sparkly, like she was in a fairytale world. As the music died away, she excused herself from her partner and went to the bar to mix herself a drink. She had tried to hire a bartender but none of them were willing to work for a minor, no matter how wealthy and famous her family was or how much she offered them.
Frozen strawberry daiquiri in hand, Imma strolled over one of the mirrors to check her appearance. Her fluffy blonde hair was still in shape and her hot pink dress didn’t have any static cling. After admiring the Candie’s she had just bought yesterday, she decided to go outside for a bit of fresh air. She felt s if she was gliding a few inches above the floor and had no trouble dodging the guests who were roller-skating down the hall. Stepping through the double doors, she noticed that the carvings on them were moving. How had she realized that they were alive before?
And who was that standing on the sidewalk? He was very much alive and quite attractive. He wasn’t one of her friends or classmates, and looked out of place in some way she couldn't put her finger on. Had he just been walking by and was curious about her party? Sauntering down the steps, Imma walked up to him, a big goofy grin on her pretty features. “Hi, Handsome,” she purred. “What are you doing out here? The fun’s inside.” Driven by the LSD coursing through her body, she set her drink on the ground and impulsively wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her curves against him. “Come and join me. You won’t regret it.”
As the young man approached the block that housed his apartment building, he could notice that something was off almost instantly. It was rather weird to say the very least as a swift breeze ripped through the street leaving behind not only a very warm atmosphere in its wake but also some sort of strange smell lingering in the air. If that wasn’t odd enough, Sutekh could now hear 70s music blaring from some party nearby. Shaking his head, he groaned about how hard it was going to be to unwind if these party-goers kept up their Halloween celebrations well into the night.
Little did Sutekh know that this music was coming from his apartment building.
That became more clear though as the businessman came closer to his home and noticed that there seemed to be a 70s party in full swing in the foyer of the building he called home. He noticed right away that he stood out like a sore thumb among what he could only assume was some sort of rich costume party. Honestly, the poor bastard really couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this place had been dead as a doornail when he had left that morning, but now seemed to be an absolute rager filled with teenagers. Did any teenagers even live in his building that was converted from some fancy pants mansion? The young man had to admit that he did not spend a grand amount of time in his apartment building, but truthfully he had never seen so much as one younger person roaming the halls. Not the dozens that seemed to infest the building. This was so weird and out of sorts that he really didn’t know what to do as some 70s bash filtered out of the doorway and out onto the suddenly warmer street.
Having no clue that he had been transported back in time, Sutekh was considering all sorts of other possibilities as to why this could be happening. Did he accept some snacks from that one weird coworker? That Gerald guy had always been a bit creepy and Sutekh had overheard the women he worked with occasionally joke about him spiking the cookies he sometimes brought in -- not with any sincerity, of course. He had joined in a couple of times too.,, but he couldn’t remember Gerald bring anything that day and Sutekh had gone to Subway to grab a sandwich during his break. There was no way that he had somehow ingested something that he wasn’t supposed to. So, why was he seeing things that shouldn’t possible and why was it suddenly so hot? As far as Sutekh could see, there was no logical explanation to this confusing scenario.
As the man legitimately debated whether or not he should call the police or an ambulance --maybe even both-- Sutekh at least solved the problem of him overheating by pulling off his winter jacket and throwing it over his arm. Instantly, the man felt a lot cooler, but that did nothing to help the sinking pit in his stomach as he glanced at the doorway, unsure what to do. The party had seemed to take over the entire building and if he was going to get any sleep these kids were going to have to curb their enthusiasm, but everyone was clearly underage. What legal nightmare would he unleash if he called the cops? Every parent in this building would hate him and his already miserable life would be even worse. However, as he patted his trouser pockets for his cell phone, he could see some young blonde step out of the foyer and onto the steps. He couldn’t see what exactly what she was drinking, but that was clearly a martini glass and given how loud everyone else was, there had to be something she shouldn’t be drinking in that glass.
However, to his utter surprise, his cell phone wasn’t there. A quick check of all the other pockets revealed that it wasn’t there either. It had somehow disappeared as he stood out here in the street. After all, he was certain that he had it just a moment ago. He had felt the weight of it in his pocket when he had first stumbled upon this confusing sight. His immediate guess was that a particularly clever pickpocket had struck, but a quick glance down the street seemed to tell a different story as it was practically deserted. Good gods, that was just his luck wasn’t it? First, it turns out he was a bastard. Now there’s a party in his house and he lost his phone. This day was going swimmingly, wasn’t it?
However. Sutekh was about to learn that it could get infinitely worse as the girl he had seen on the steps of his apartment building had apparently decided to waltz over to him during the brief moment that he had turned his head to look for any possible phone thieves. The general noises of a city as big as the big apple blocked the sound of her approach until Sutekh turned back and found some teen girl reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck. With so little time to react, Sutekh didn’t have a chance to pull away before the girl with long flowing blonde hair, some dress that seemed way too grown for her age, and a pair of wedges that were designed with the thought of how close could they bring a short girl to Jesus, pressed up against him. Her whole ensemble screamed of a decade that had long since gone by which had made the young man think that this was a costume party in the first place. Though there was a certain element of wealth that threw him off as well. As costumey as the whole thing seemed to him in his ironed dress shirt, plain work trousers, and black tie knotted loosely around his neck -- it fit too well to just be a costume.
It was a weird thing to notice, but Sutekh had spent his fair share in goofy Halloween costumes and he knew how crappy they could be. Even when you dropped a hundred dollars on one outfit, you were likely to get some poorly sewn, velvety crap. Whatever this girl was wearing was not that. It almost looked as if it had been tailored specifically to her measurements and the material was some sort of luxurious thing he could never hope to name. Great. Just great. Not only was his home overrun with teens, but they were also rich teens. It didn’t matter now that he couldn’t find his phone. The police weren’t going to do jack about this party if all their moms and dads could just pay them off. However, that was a problem that was going to be handled in a minute as right now he had some drunk girl clinging to his neck.
Trying to gently push her off, he had to admit he was a bit flattered that some rich princess thought that he was handsome, but she would be sorely disappointed with the goody-two-shoes that Sutekh was. He had always been a bit prudish and the sort to stick to the straight and narrow path of life. He was not going to entertain the drunken fancies of some rich kid. Not when there was a considerable age gap between them that would most certainly land Sutekh in a jail cell. “Alright, enough of that…” He quietly muttered as he untangled himself from the girl, “Do you have a phone on you. I think you need to call your parent or an uber...” The mention of the modern taxi service was practically an afterthought. Something that only came when Sutekh remembered that this girl was probably the sort that had a credit card since the age of ten. She would likely turn to a taxi first so her parents didn’t know that their precious little angel turned out to be a rotten little sinner once they weren’t around.
If she was going to bother calling anyone at all. Sutekh had every reason to think that she wouldn’t especially after the young man so clearly rejected her. He had never been as wild as Nia or Hena, but he knew that there was no reasoning with a teen who was high on… something. It would be easier for him to handle it himself and call the police anyway, hoping that this girl got home before anything bad happened to her.
Taking a step back from the girl Sutekh muttered, “I think I’m gonna go call the super…[/i]” He had no intention of taking this up with the building manager as the underage attendees made this a matter for the police. However, he didn’t want to alarm the girl as he swooped down momentarily to collect both his things and that girl’s drink so she couldn’t get even more drunk or high than she already was. He could only hope that Imma didn’t notice as he headed up the steps to a house that he didn’t know was hers. If she was calling out behind him, it couldn’t be heard over the raging music as the man tried to weave through the crowd to make it to his own apartment to use his landline to call the cops -- a rarity in his era, but a godsend right now-- completely oblivious to the fact that the studio apartment at the end of this hallway wasn’t filled with the bare trappings of his life since he found out he was a love child, but instead the tools of an artist. Sutekh did not know this, but his apartment had been a pottery studio in its 1970s glory. It had been Imma’s studio more specifically as in the same girl that Sutekh had politely rejected just a few moments before and this was the only room in the whole mansion that was locked.
Oh, this was so not going to go well.
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As the young man approached the block that housed his apartment building, he could notice that something was off almost instantly. It was rather weird to say the very least as a swift breeze ripped through the street leaving behind not only a very warm atmosphere in its wake but also some sort of strange smell lingering in the air. If that wasn’t odd enough, Sutekh could now hear 70s music blaring from some party nearby. Shaking his head, he groaned about how hard it was going to be to unwind if these party-goers kept up their Halloween celebrations well into the night.
Little did Sutekh know that this music was coming from his apartment building.
That became more clear though as the businessman came closer to his home and noticed that there seemed to be a 70s party in full swing in the foyer of the building he called home. He noticed right away that he stood out like a sore thumb among what he could only assume was some sort of rich costume party. Honestly, the poor bastard really couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this place had been dead as a doornail when he had left that morning, but now seemed to be an absolute rager filled with teenagers. Did any teenagers even live in his building that was converted from some fancy pants mansion? The young man had to admit that he did not spend a grand amount of time in his apartment building, but truthfully he had never seen so much as one younger person roaming the halls. Not the dozens that seemed to infest the building. This was so weird and out of sorts that he really didn’t know what to do as some 70s bash filtered out of the doorway and out onto the suddenly warmer street.
Having no clue that he had been transported back in time, Sutekh was considering all sorts of other possibilities as to why this could be happening. Did he accept some snacks from that one weird coworker? That Gerald guy had always been a bit creepy and Sutekh had overheard the women he worked with occasionally joke about him spiking the cookies he sometimes brought in -- not with any sincerity, of course. He had joined in a couple of times too.,, but he couldn’t remember Gerald bring anything that day and Sutekh had gone to Subway to grab a sandwich during his break. There was no way that he had somehow ingested something that he wasn’t supposed to. So, why was he seeing things that shouldn’t possible and why was it suddenly so hot? As far as Sutekh could see, there was no logical explanation to this confusing scenario.
As the man legitimately debated whether or not he should call the police or an ambulance --maybe even both-- Sutekh at least solved the problem of him overheating by pulling off his winter jacket and throwing it over his arm. Instantly, the man felt a lot cooler, but that did nothing to help the sinking pit in his stomach as he glanced at the doorway, unsure what to do. The party had seemed to take over the entire building and if he was going to get any sleep these kids were going to have to curb their enthusiasm, but everyone was clearly underage. What legal nightmare would he unleash if he called the cops? Every parent in this building would hate him and his already miserable life would be even worse. However, as he patted his trouser pockets for his cell phone, he could see some young blonde step out of the foyer and onto the steps. He couldn’t see what exactly what she was drinking, but that was clearly a martini glass and given how loud everyone else was, there had to be something she shouldn’t be drinking in that glass.
However, to his utter surprise, his cell phone wasn’t there. A quick check of all the other pockets revealed that it wasn’t there either. It had somehow disappeared as he stood out here in the street. After all, he was certain that he had it just a moment ago. He had felt the weight of it in his pocket when he had first stumbled upon this confusing sight. His immediate guess was that a particularly clever pickpocket had struck, but a quick glance down the street seemed to tell a different story as it was practically deserted. Good gods, that was just his luck wasn’t it? First, it turns out he was a bastard. Now there’s a party in his house and he lost his phone. This day was going swimmingly, wasn’t it?
However. Sutekh was about to learn that it could get infinitely worse as the girl he had seen on the steps of his apartment building had apparently decided to waltz over to him during the brief moment that he had turned his head to look for any possible phone thieves. The general noises of a city as big as the big apple blocked the sound of her approach until Sutekh turned back and found some teen girl reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck. With so little time to react, Sutekh didn’t have a chance to pull away before the girl with long flowing blonde hair, some dress that seemed way too grown for her age, and a pair of wedges that were designed with the thought of how close could they bring a short girl to Jesus, pressed up against him. Her whole ensemble screamed of a decade that had long since gone by which had made the young man think that this was a costume party in the first place. Though there was a certain element of wealth that threw him off as well. As costumey as the whole thing seemed to him in his ironed dress shirt, plain work trousers, and black tie knotted loosely around his neck -- it fit too well to just be a costume.
It was a weird thing to notice, but Sutekh had spent his fair share in goofy Halloween costumes and he knew how crappy they could be. Even when you dropped a hundred dollars on one outfit, you were likely to get some poorly sewn, velvety crap. Whatever this girl was wearing was not that. It almost looked as if it had been tailored specifically to her measurements and the material was some sort of luxurious thing he could never hope to name. Great. Just great. Not only was his home overrun with teens, but they were also rich teens. It didn’t matter now that he couldn’t find his phone. The police weren’t going to do jack about this party if all their moms and dads could just pay them off. However, that was a problem that was going to be handled in a minute as right now he had some drunk girl clinging to his neck.
Trying to gently push her off, he had to admit he was a bit flattered that some rich princess thought that he was handsome, but she would be sorely disappointed with the goody-two-shoes that Sutekh was. He had always been a bit prudish and the sort to stick to the straight and narrow path of life. He was not going to entertain the drunken fancies of some rich kid. Not when there was a considerable age gap between them that would most certainly land Sutekh in a jail cell. “Alright, enough of that…” He quietly muttered as he untangled himself from the girl, “Do you have a phone on you. I think you need to call your parent or an uber...” The mention of the modern taxi service was practically an afterthought. Something that only came when Sutekh remembered that this girl was probably the sort that had a credit card since the age of ten. She would likely turn to a taxi first so her parents didn’t know that their precious little angel turned out to be a rotten little sinner once they weren’t around.
If she was going to bother calling anyone at all. Sutekh had every reason to think that she wouldn’t especially after the young man so clearly rejected her. He had never been as wild as Nia or Hena, but he knew that there was no reasoning with a teen who was high on… something. It would be easier for him to handle it himself and call the police anyway, hoping that this girl got home before anything bad happened to her.
Taking a step back from the girl Sutekh muttered, “I think I’m gonna go call the super…[/i]” He had no intention of taking this up with the building manager as the underage attendees made this a matter for the police. However, he didn’t want to alarm the girl as he swooped down momentarily to collect both his things and that girl’s drink so she couldn’t get even more drunk or high than she already was. He could only hope that Imma didn’t notice as he headed up the steps to a house that he didn’t know was hers. If she was calling out behind him, it couldn’t be heard over the raging music as the man tried to weave through the crowd to make it to his own apartment to use his landline to call the cops -- a rarity in his era, but a godsend right now-- completely oblivious to the fact that the studio apartment at the end of this hallway wasn’t filled with the bare trappings of his life since he found out he was a love child, but instead the tools of an artist. Sutekh did not know this, but his apartment had been a pottery studio in its 1970s glory. It had been Imma’s studio more specifically as in the same girl that Sutekh had politely rejected just a few moments before and this was the only room in the whole mansion that was locked.
Oh, this was so not going to go well.
As the young man approached the block that housed his apartment building, he could notice that something was off almost instantly. It was rather weird to say the very least as a swift breeze ripped through the street leaving behind not only a very warm atmosphere in its wake but also some sort of strange smell lingering in the air. If that wasn’t odd enough, Sutekh could now hear 70s music blaring from some party nearby. Shaking his head, he groaned about how hard it was going to be to unwind if these party-goers kept up their Halloween celebrations well into the night.
Little did Sutekh know that this music was coming from his apartment building.
That became more clear though as the businessman came closer to his home and noticed that there seemed to be a 70s party in full swing in the foyer of the building he called home. He noticed right away that he stood out like a sore thumb among what he could only assume was some sort of rich costume party. Honestly, the poor bastard really couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this place had been dead as a doornail when he had left that morning, but now seemed to be an absolute rager filled with teenagers. Did any teenagers even live in his building that was converted from some fancy pants mansion? The young man had to admit that he did not spend a grand amount of time in his apartment building, but truthfully he had never seen so much as one younger person roaming the halls. Not the dozens that seemed to infest the building. This was so weird and out of sorts that he really didn’t know what to do as some 70s bash filtered out of the doorway and out onto the suddenly warmer street.
Having no clue that he had been transported back in time, Sutekh was considering all sorts of other possibilities as to why this could be happening. Did he accept some snacks from that one weird coworker? That Gerald guy had always been a bit creepy and Sutekh had overheard the women he worked with occasionally joke about him spiking the cookies he sometimes brought in -- not with any sincerity, of course. He had joined in a couple of times too.,, but he couldn’t remember Gerald bring anything that day and Sutekh had gone to Subway to grab a sandwich during his break. There was no way that he had somehow ingested something that he wasn’t supposed to. So, why was he seeing things that shouldn’t possible and why was it suddenly so hot? As far as Sutekh could see, there was no logical explanation to this confusing scenario.
As the man legitimately debated whether or not he should call the police or an ambulance --maybe even both-- Sutekh at least solved the problem of him overheating by pulling off his winter jacket and throwing it over his arm. Instantly, the man felt a lot cooler, but that did nothing to help the sinking pit in his stomach as he glanced at the doorway, unsure what to do. The party had seemed to take over the entire building and if he was going to get any sleep these kids were going to have to curb their enthusiasm, but everyone was clearly underage. What legal nightmare would he unleash if he called the cops? Every parent in this building would hate him and his already miserable life would be even worse. However, as he patted his trouser pockets for his cell phone, he could see some young blonde step out of the foyer and onto the steps. He couldn’t see what exactly what she was drinking, but that was clearly a martini glass and given how loud everyone else was, there had to be something she shouldn’t be drinking in that glass.
However, to his utter surprise, his cell phone wasn’t there. A quick check of all the other pockets revealed that it wasn’t there either. It had somehow disappeared as he stood out here in the street. After all, he was certain that he had it just a moment ago. He had felt the weight of it in his pocket when he had first stumbled upon this confusing sight. His immediate guess was that a particularly clever pickpocket had struck, but a quick glance down the street seemed to tell a different story as it was practically deserted. Good gods, that was just his luck wasn’t it? First, it turns out he was a bastard. Now there’s a party in his house and he lost his phone. This day was going swimmingly, wasn’t it?
However. Sutekh was about to learn that it could get infinitely worse as the girl he had seen on the steps of his apartment building had apparently decided to waltz over to him during the brief moment that he had turned his head to look for any possible phone thieves. The general noises of a city as big as the big apple blocked the sound of her approach until Sutekh turned back and found some teen girl reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck. With so little time to react, Sutekh didn’t have a chance to pull away before the girl with long flowing blonde hair, some dress that seemed way too grown for her age, and a pair of wedges that were designed with the thought of how close could they bring a short girl to Jesus, pressed up against him. Her whole ensemble screamed of a decade that had long since gone by which had made the young man think that this was a costume party in the first place. Though there was a certain element of wealth that threw him off as well. As costumey as the whole thing seemed to him in his ironed dress shirt, plain work trousers, and black tie knotted loosely around his neck -- it fit too well to just be a costume.
It was a weird thing to notice, but Sutekh had spent his fair share in goofy Halloween costumes and he knew how crappy they could be. Even when you dropped a hundred dollars on one outfit, you were likely to get some poorly sewn, velvety crap. Whatever this girl was wearing was not that. It almost looked as if it had been tailored specifically to her measurements and the material was some sort of luxurious thing he could never hope to name. Great. Just great. Not only was his home overrun with teens, but they were also rich teens. It didn’t matter now that he couldn’t find his phone. The police weren’t going to do jack about this party if all their moms and dads could just pay them off. However, that was a problem that was going to be handled in a minute as right now he had some drunk girl clinging to his neck.
Trying to gently push her off, he had to admit he was a bit flattered that some rich princess thought that he was handsome, but she would be sorely disappointed with the goody-two-shoes that Sutekh was. He had always been a bit prudish and the sort to stick to the straight and narrow path of life. He was not going to entertain the drunken fancies of some rich kid. Not when there was a considerable age gap between them that would most certainly land Sutekh in a jail cell. “Alright, enough of that…” He quietly muttered as he untangled himself from the girl, “Do you have a phone on you. I think you need to call your parent or an uber...” The mention of the modern taxi service was practically an afterthought. Something that only came when Sutekh remembered that this girl was probably the sort that had a credit card since the age of ten. She would likely turn to a taxi first so her parents didn’t know that their precious little angel turned out to be a rotten little sinner once they weren’t around.
If she was going to bother calling anyone at all. Sutekh had every reason to think that she wouldn’t especially after the young man so clearly rejected her. He had never been as wild as Nia or Hena, but he knew that there was no reasoning with a teen who was high on… something. It would be easier for him to handle it himself and call the police anyway, hoping that this girl got home before anything bad happened to her.
Taking a step back from the girl Sutekh muttered, “I think I’m gonna go call the super…[/i]” He had no intention of taking this up with the building manager as the underage attendees made this a matter for the police. However, he didn’t want to alarm the girl as he swooped down momentarily to collect both his things and that girl’s drink so she couldn’t get even more drunk or high than she already was. He could only hope that Imma didn’t notice as he headed up the steps to a house that he didn’t know was hers. If she was calling out behind him, it couldn’t be heard over the raging music as the man tried to weave through the crowd to make it to his own apartment to use his landline to call the cops -- a rarity in his era, but a godsend right now-- completely oblivious to the fact that the studio apartment at the end of this hallway wasn’t filled with the bare trappings of his life since he found out he was a love child, but instead the tools of an artist. Sutekh did not know this, but his apartment had been a pottery studio in its 1970s glory. It had been Imma’s studio more specifically as in the same girl that Sutekh had politely rejected just a few moments before and this was the only room in the whole mansion that was locked.
