Crème de la Crème (Josef, Mick)

Crème de la Crème (Josef, Mick)

"Thought you didn't like the fake stuff," Mick remarks as he strolls into the living room and takes a seat on Josef's $20,000 leather couch.

Josef pulls away from the bleached blonde, already sickened at the nasty aftertaste of peroxide filling his mouth. Fuck. There goes the organic diet he's been on for a month. "Duncan!" he screams out for his assistant who comes running towards him instantly. "How hard is it to get me a real appetizer? Am I asking for the fucking impossible here?"

"Sorry, Mr. Konstantine. I thought she was a real blonde," Duncan whispers before whisking the food away.

"Fuck!" Josef grumbles, scowling at an amused Mick.

"What? You worried the chemicals are going to kill you?" Mick grins.

"I don't eat just anything. Unlike you."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Anyway, she was just the appetizer. The good stuff is coming out later. You here for a bite?"

The contemplative expression on Mick's face actually makes Josef think for a second his friend will give in to his request.

"You already know the answer to that."

And just like that Josef's mood worsens. Sometimes, he finds himself really hating this new Mick.