Mark kept his eyes open whilst he knocked back his scotch, watched the ice cluster as the party went sepia through the base of the glass.
“Employers blanch at my creativity,” said the bright-eyed stranger beside him. He was clutching a thermos and drinking, Mark suspected, water. “But I can’t help being a Leo!”
"Trump's a Leo," Mark said matter-of-factly. "Hitler as well."
Neither of these were true, they were just Mark's shortcut out of any conversation regarding astrology. Trump's actually Gemini, Hitler Taurus, but no-one ever checked. Still the guy's face fell; he drank his water, now reconsidering everything.
“Employers blanch at my creativity,” said the bright-eyed stranger beside him. He was clutching a thermos and drinking, Mark suspected, water. “But I can’t help being a Leo!”
"Trump's a Leo," Mark said matter-of-factly. "Hitler as well."
Neither of these were true, they were just Mark's shortcut out of any conversation regarding astrology. Trump's actually Gemini, Hitler Taurus, but no-one ever checked. Still the guy's face fell; he drank his water, now reconsidering everything.
