Having finally returned to Phoenix after what was arguably the most trying few days of Theo’s career he finds himself back at the place he hates the most. On the one hand he loves the place because it’s the source of great amusement as well as immense profits, on the other hand, it’s his day job and no one likes their day job. Fortunately for Theo being the CEO has it’s perks, such as taking 4 hour power naps on his couch instead of doing any actual work, and that is where we find Theo right now. Asleep, on his nice leather couch with his windows completely blacked out so as to not allow even a glimmer of the Phoenix sun to enter his office. Theo turned the room down to a cool 68 degrees, perfect for sleeping. The one thing Theo forgot to account for was his secretaries inability to keep anyone and everyone from entering his office whenever they please…


The doors to Theo’s office burst open and in steps a clearly pissed of Erica Rayner. She picks up one of the pillows that is displaced from the couch and hurls it at Theo, unfortunately for her Theo doesn’t even flitch. Ok, Plan B. Erica walks over to Theo’s desk and pressed a button on the phone and almost instantenously the windows in Theo’s office go from black to completely clear, allowing the sun to start beaming into the room, again, nothing. Time for plan C. Erica walks over to the corner of Theo’s office, where his golf bag is comfortably resting, she cycles through the clubs until she finds one to her liking, she pulls it out of the bag and removes the cover revealing the club to be a Driver. Erica surveys the room, looking for her next target and after a few seconds she spots it, the perfect spot, Theo’s bar. Erica gingerly strolls across the room, swinging the club back and forth as she does, she takes one last glance at Theo to see if there is any movement on the couch. There isn’t. Erica lifts up the club, rears back….


CRASH!!!

CRASH!!!

CRASH!!!

The sound of the bottles of liquour crashing to the floor is enough to serve Erica’s desired purpose and startle Theo into waking up.


“Holy Fuck!! What’s going on? Is it an Earthquake? Did P.T Filmour just enter the building?”


Theo takes a quick second to look around the room and take in what is going on around him. A few seconds later the fuzziness of his eyes discipates and he can see his sister standing over by the bar with his golf club in her hands.


“Erica what the hell are you doing? Why are you swinging my golf club around and breaking shit? That’s not how you play golf…unless your John Daly.”

“Well I tried to wake you the polite way but you didn’t respond so I had to do this.”

“Well that’s because I took a couple of Ambien, clearly it did it’s job.”

“Why are you taking Ambien?”

“Why does anyone take it? To help fall asleep, obviously.”


Erica walks back over to Theo’s golf bag, replaces the Driver’s head cover and placed the Driver back into the bag before making her way over to Theo, who is still sitting on the couch trying to assess what just happened.


“Seriously Erica, you broke a 42 year old bottle of Scotch. That was a gift from former President Bush.”

“Which one?”

“The one that likes guns. Seriously though, why the hell would you go all crazy Ex-Girlfriend on my stuff like that?”

“Gee I don’t know, maybe because you disappeared for a week without letting anyone know where you went. And then on your first day back you are napping in on your couch instead of attending the board meeting that you yourself set up two weeks ago.”

“Erica, don’t take this the wrong way, but please, shut up. I have a massive headache and your whining isn’t helping.”


Theo stands up, forgetting that he was completely naked under the blanket hat was shielding his cash and prizes from gracing the world. Of course his forgetfulness led to a rather awkward moment between brother and sister…


“Theo, for Christ sakes, put some clothes on. And furthermore, why are you wearing a crown on top of your head?”

“Where else would you wear a crown?”

“Seriously Theo, clothes. Now.”

“Speaking of clothes, how did you date go with NAZI?”

“You didn’t seriously just ask me about my date while you continue to stand there naked?”


Theo walks over to his desk and grabs his slacks which are draped over his desk chair. He methodically puts them on and then zips them shut before taking a seat back on the couch.


“Pretty sure I did. Go ahead Erica, spill it. No need to be shy. I’m sure he will tell me if you don’t. Guys talk.”

“As crazy as it sounds, I actually don’t think he would.”

“Right because guys who want to kill billions of people often have a moral compass.”

“Well that’s no way to talk about one of your friends.”

“Friends? I don’t have friends. I have associates, I have partners, I have a sister but I don’t have friends.”

“What about John Madison, I thought he was your friend. “

“Nope, an associate. A crazy one at that. Nova, Luca, NAZI, all associates. I can’t trust any of them. And I am sure none of them trust me. And that’s the way it should be. Business is at it’s best when it’s not personal. “

“That’s an interesting way to look at things.”

“It’s made me billions so I’m not complaining.”

“Is everything ok with you? You seem different, distant…dare I say it, even cold.”

“I’m just fucking swell Erica. Thanks for asking.”

“Well it sure as shit doesn’t seem like it. I know you like to have fun, let off some steam, that’s your right, but you’ve never shown up to work looking like you do. Sure a nap on the couch every so often, half hour here, half hour there, that’s no big deal. But a half day nap? And now sleeping pills? Did something happen to you recently?”

“Let me think…I had to wrestle a guy in what can only be described as a swimming pool filled with shit. And I don’t mean shit as in old shopping carts and half filled pool toys, I mean real actual human shit. And I met some vampires. One of them tried to give me handy under the table at her place. Let’s see…then I traveled back in time with Nova. That was a doozy. Oh and then I shot two guys in the head. So nope, nothing happened, just another day at the office.”

“Wait, you did what?”

“Exactly which part of that statement are you hung up on? The wrestling in shit? Or that I met real live Twilight freaks? Or the part about me killing two people?”

“The last part, no, wait, all of it. You killed two people? Where? When? Why?”

“You forgot who.”

“This isn’t funny Theo.”

“I’m sure as shit not laughing Erica.”

“I think it might be a good idea for you to talk to someone.”

“I am talking to someone. I’m talking to you aren’t I?”

“I meant a professional. Someone trained to help you deal with all of this.”

“I am dealing with it. Last night I went to a party and got totally blasted with Luca and your new boyfriend. It was fucking fantastic. Your new fuck toy can drink like a champ. And Luca, well if that guy isn’t dead by 35 then chalk one up for modern medicine.”

“That’s not dealing with it, that’s self medicating.”

“What are you my D.A.R.E. officer?”

“No, just your concerned sister, and business partner I might add. Your fuck ups are this companies fuck ups. They are my fuck ups. It was one thing covering for you when you were off gallivanting around town but now you are killing people?”

“So let me get this straight, I kill two people and you get all up in arms but your new cuddly buddy wants to kill a couple billion people and that’s kosher?”

“I never said that.”

“Well that’s exactly how it sounds.”

“I think you might be over thinking things a bit.”

“Obviously I disagree. So you never answered me, how did you date go? Will there be another one or was it one of those wham bam thank you mam kind of deals.”

“You’re a pig.”

“And your fucking a NAZI, glass houses…stones, you fill in the rest.”

“Whatever. By the way, where has Sin been? I haven’t seen her lurking around here lately. Did your little tete a tete end already?”

“I sent her off to take care of something for me.”

“Oh, will she be gone long?”

“Why do you miss her? Do you need a girlfriend so you can share all your date stories? Do you need someone to go and get a mani pedi with? I’m sure I could give her a call and see what she is upto. You know, if you want me to.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

“Well the offer is open you just let me know. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get going. I have some things to take care of.”

“Get going? What about doing work? You know work right? Running Pryce Industries and all.”

“Tomorrow Erica. Today I have some things to do.”


Theo gets up and walks over to his closet to pick out some clothes. Before he makes it all the way there the newest member of musical secretaries voice comes out over Theo’s phone.


“Mr. Pryce there is a police officer here to see you.”


“Well that’s interesting.”

“Oh My God. It’s happening isn’t it?”

“Calm yourself Erica. I’m sure it’s nothing. Maybe I’m double parked. In fact, I have absolutely no idea where the hell my car is. Last thing I remember I did a dozen or so shots and then drove over to ’s place. That’s probably it. Yeah, definitely, that’s it.”

“Or it could be that he is here to arrest you for murder.”

“Very doubtful.”

“And why is that?”

“Because the people I killed worked for Vampires, oh and it was in Europe."

“Oh well that makes it all better.”

“It would have if they were French.”

“Should I send him in sir?”

“Absolutely.”


The doors to Theo’s office opens up and a Police Officer from the LAPD walks through the doors with a manila envelope in his hands.


“Mr. Theo Pryce?”

“That’s me.”

“My name is Samuel Davids, I’m an officer with the LAPD and I’m here to serve you with a Restraining Order.”

“A restraining order? Seriously?”

“Yes. Here you go.”


The officer hands Theo the envelope bids him a “Good Day” and exits the office, closing the doors behind him. Theo rips open the envelope, looks over it’s contents and then balls it up and throws it on the floor before going back to the closet to pick out clothes.


“Care to share what that was all about?”

“It’s a Restraining Order.”

“Yeah I got that. But who is it from?”

“Sara Bareilles.”

“The singer? Why the hell did Sara Bareilles take a restraining order out on you?”

“It’s a long story and I’m short on time.”