Bite Me
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Wheres Livy?
Outside, his sister said, putting big bowls of food out for them. Staring off into the distance like shes analyzing all the ills of the world. Ira shook her head. These artists. So moody.
Vic stared at his sister a moment before asking, So hows your husband?
Ira, eyes narrowing, put her hand over her sons face so she could give Vic the finger without guilt.
Chuckling, Vic headed outside to the backyard, but stopped when he saw Shen walk into his kitchen.
Are you staying? Vic asked.
Youre not going to cruelly send me off to a hotel now are you? All alone?
Then Shen fluttered his eyes in a way that Vic was entirely not comfortable with.
Dont do that, Vic muttered before walking out the back door to find Livy.
As his sister had said, she was sitting on one of the benches in his backyard, her body almost lost in one of his leather jacketsand staring up at the sky.
Vic sat down next to her, grimacing when the bench creaked ominously.
Slowly, eyes wide, Livy looked over at him.
Its not my fault. Its this weak full-human furniture.
Why do you have full-human furniture when you are far from full-human?
A little embarrassed, Vic shrugged. It came with the place.
Did all the furniture come with the place?
No.
Did you choose the furniture? When Vic didnt answer, Livy said, Your sister. Thats what I thought.
What? Its too girly?
No. Not at all. Its big and comfortable and damn sturdy. But it was carefully purchased and placed, and I dont see you doing that with furniture. Youre a whatever is lying around is what Ill use kind of guy.
And you know this because . . . ?
Im the same way. If I ever invest in a house, Toni will probably design it for me. Livy thought a moment and added, Or Kyle. Hes very choosy about home decoration. Pretty much redesigned his parents place when he was ten. He did a fabulous job.
Hes just a kid.
Hes brilliant. And a little evil. But I think thats what I like about him.
So whats going on? Vic asked when she went silent again. You seem moodier than normal. Is it your father?
No.
Your cousin?
Livy rolled her eyes and gave a snort of disgust, but she didnt say anything else and Vic had a feeling that wasnt it either.
Work?
And thats when Livy gave a longratherdramatic, for Livysigh, and looked back up at the sky.
Vic noticed that Livy didnt have her camera. She always had some camera on her, from a small, silent Leica to her big, digital, SLR Nikon rig that made her look like a hardcore photojournalist. But lately, Livy didnt seem to have anything but the camera on her phonewhich she never used for photography for very specific moral reasons.
Vic didnt know what that meant, but what he did know was that the work hed seen from her was amazing. And disturbing. And kind of freaky. Then again, so was Mapplethorpe . . . but honestly, Vic was more an Ansel Adams man. Shots of beautiful vistas in dramatic black-and-white were more his speed. Odd things done with whips . . . not so much.
Still, Vic knew how much Livys work meant to her.
Dont you have a show coming up? he asked.
Livy, her legs pulled up on the bench, used her arms to turn her body toward him. How do you know about my show?
You sent me an invitation.
I did? Livy looked off, then nodded. Toni. She probably sent out the invitations. Suddenly, Livy shook her head. Ive got nothing.
What do you mean?
I mean . . . Ive got nothin. I am creatively drained. Im dead inside.
You always seem dead inside.
Im not. Im just quiet.
Maybe you need to do something different. Get away from everything. Do you get a paid vacation from the team?
I never needed a break before. Creativity just poured from me like sweat from a long-distance runner. But now theres nothing. Its over.
Or, Vic reasoned, you can stop being a drama queen and just take a break to see if that helps.
Yeah. Thats an option, too.
See?
Then again . . .
Vic sighed. Then again what?
When will I have the time? Now that Im doing a goddamn wedding.
Youre doing a wedding?
Looks like it.
Why, if you dont want to? Unless its family.
Not family. Just a pathetic weakness for cash.
What are you talking about?
Blayne asked me to shoot her wedding. To get her off my back, I texted her an outrageous sum that no one in their right mind would pay.
I dont think Blaynes been in her right mind since birth.
I didnt even include a price breakdown and I demanded half in advance.
And she still said yes.
Outside, his sister said, putting big bowls of food out for them. Staring off into the distance like shes analyzing all the ills of the world. Ira shook her head. These artists. So moody.
Vic stared at his sister a moment before asking, So hows your husband?
Ira, eyes narrowing, put her hand over her sons face so she could give Vic the finger without guilt.
Chuckling, Vic headed outside to the backyard, but stopped when he saw Shen walk into his kitchen.
Are you staying? Vic asked.
Youre not going to cruelly send me off to a hotel now are you? All alone?
Then Shen fluttered his eyes in a way that Vic was entirely not comfortable with.
Dont do that, Vic muttered before walking out the back door to find Livy.
As his sister had said, she was sitting on one of the benches in his backyard, her body almost lost in one of his leather jacketsand staring up at the sky.
Vic sat down next to her, grimacing when the bench creaked ominously.
Slowly, eyes wide, Livy looked over at him.
Its not my fault. Its this weak full-human furniture.
Why do you have full-human furniture when you are far from full-human?
A little embarrassed, Vic shrugged. It came with the place.
Did all the furniture come with the place?
No.
Did you choose the furniture? When Vic didnt answer, Livy said, Your sister. Thats what I thought.
What? Its too girly?
No. Not at all. Its big and comfortable and damn sturdy. But it was carefully purchased and placed, and I dont see you doing that with furniture. Youre a whatever is lying around is what Ill use kind of guy.
And you know this because . . . ?
Im the same way. If I ever invest in a house, Toni will probably design it for me. Livy thought a moment and added, Or Kyle. Hes very choosy about home decoration. Pretty much redesigned his parents place when he was ten. He did a fabulous job.
Hes just a kid.
Hes brilliant. And a little evil. But I think thats what I like about him.
So whats going on? Vic asked when she went silent again. You seem moodier than normal. Is it your father?
No.
Your cousin?
Livy rolled her eyes and gave a snort of disgust, but she didnt say anything else and Vic had a feeling that wasnt it either.
Work?
And thats when Livy gave a longratherdramatic, for Livysigh, and looked back up at the sky.
Vic noticed that Livy didnt have her camera. She always had some camera on her, from a small, silent Leica to her big, digital, SLR Nikon rig that made her look like a hardcore photojournalist. But lately, Livy didnt seem to have anything but the camera on her phonewhich she never used for photography for very specific moral reasons.
Vic didnt know what that meant, but what he did know was that the work hed seen from her was amazing. And disturbing. And kind of freaky. Then again, so was Mapplethorpe . . . but honestly, Vic was more an Ansel Adams man. Shots of beautiful vistas in dramatic black-and-white were more his speed. Odd things done with whips . . . not so much.
Still, Vic knew how much Livys work meant to her.
Dont you have a show coming up? he asked.
Livy, her legs pulled up on the bench, used her arms to turn her body toward him. How do you know about my show?
You sent me an invitation.
I did? Livy looked off, then nodded. Toni. She probably sent out the invitations. Suddenly, Livy shook her head. Ive got nothing.
What do you mean?
I mean . . . Ive got nothin. I am creatively drained. Im dead inside.
You always seem dead inside.
Im not. Im just quiet.
Maybe you need to do something different. Get away from everything. Do you get a paid vacation from the team?
I never needed a break before. Creativity just poured from me like sweat from a long-distance runner. But now theres nothing. Its over.
Or, Vic reasoned, you can stop being a drama queen and just take a break to see if that helps.
Yeah. Thats an option, too.
See?
Then again . . .
Vic sighed. Then again what?
When will I have the time? Now that Im doing a goddamn wedding.
Youre doing a wedding?
Looks like it.
Why, if you dont want to? Unless its family.
Not family. Just a pathetic weakness for cash.
What are you talking about?
Blayne asked me to shoot her wedding. To get her off my back, I texted her an outrageous sum that no one in their right mind would pay.
I dont think Blaynes been in her right mind since birth.
I didnt even include a price breakdown and I demanded half in advance.
And she still said yes.
