Snippet #1703052

"Silas lets go home! The nice man said club was closing in fifteen minutes and your girlfriend already left! We can go home and catch up, maybe fence a little, share our secrets, eat raman!" Samuel continued to drone on, but Silas had begun to tune him out. "Jasmine said she'd set up a futon for me in your room! It'll be just like back in England, but this time I'll be able to remember it!" Silas glared at his father. Simon Grace raised his hands in mock surrender. The three walked to their limo, and entered gracefully.

Simon quickly produced three chilled glasses, filling them with sprite. He then handed one to each of his sons, and sipped gingerly from his own. "To having the three Grace men back together!" he said, proposing a toast. "Cheers!" Sammy said clanking his glass with Silas' and Simon's. Silas said nothing, but sat there with a sour face. His mind was back in Brittain, where his mother was probably having having breakfast alone.

The entire trip to their mansion was filled with Simon and his youngest son recounting their time when not in the others presence. Sammy described the Parisian runways and models, while Simon recounted his companies many top notch inventions and projects. Occasionally Silas would interject with a comment or two, mostly about his brothers Fencing records and such.

Finally the three made it to their luxurious home, in an apartment. While Mr. Grace was worth Billions, he found large housing impractical, and had instead gotten three apartments. One for him, one for his girlfriend Jasmine, and one for his boys.

"I assume you have dinner plans?" Simon asked Silas as he exited the car. "I have a pizza in the fridge to munch on, there should be plenty for Sam." Silas responded yawning. Work had tired him, after all, he had been trying to flirt the entire time. Something however, left a bad taste in his mouth. Something just out of his grasp. As the two young men entered Silas' cluttered apartment, filled with books, trash, and dirty clothes.

"I thought you had your own penthouse filled with women and alcohol..." Sam commented wrinkling his nose. Silas shrugged and withdrew a frozen pizza from his tiny mini fridge, shivering at the cold. "I never said that in any of my letters." He said throwing the unwrapped pie into a pre heating oven. "It was implied" Sam said defending himself...

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Twenty minutes later...
"My god this is sooooo goood!" Sam roared cramming Dijourno pizza down his throat. "I know, I typically have this like every other night..." Silas replied flipping through the channels on his Tv. After a while he settled on Oran High school Host club, which was on Funimation. As he did so Sam routed through Silas' fridge/freezer looking to see what else would be on the future menu. "You have a stoner fridge." Sam said staring at his brother. "I don't smoke." Silas said yawning. He was tired, and had a full belly. It was time for bed. "Good night" Silas said patting his brother on the head. "But it's like only six!" Sam complained. "You wanna host tomorrow right?" Silas asked. Sam nodded his head vigorously. "Then get your sleep, smiling can burn a ton of calories and eat all of you energy." With that both boys turned in for the night...