Fowler and Bennett lock horns, again.
Gibson surveys the evidence of his recreational activities as he readies himself to serve.
Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.
For the prompt of Adrian being a big nerd, him being a small nerd about something that isn't Egypt or Alexander for once. When Adrian Veidt is twelve years old, he discovers Homer's Iliad.
Longing makes the world bright and the yearner blind, he knows, but even without his want soaking through and staining it, he thinks— he would be sure.
In Egypt, the emperor sleeps poorly.
Johnny goes to Mexico, and there's one more Ex-President.
There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.
Peter loses, and Ego patches him up afterward. Okay, this is only going to suck a lot.