Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir to the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, had tried to be strong. He'd battled his caffeine addiction to the ground, after all, and it had been gruelling and terrible and also tragic.
Everything was so tragic.
In fact, today wasn't lacking in tragedy. He'd spent the time after Cade's funeral in a daze, occasionally throwing his hands into the air and crying, "WHY?" to the sky. He'd been so young. So young and beautiful. Why, oh why, was the world so cruel?
Clearly there was only one thing that could take away his pain, another vice to turn to that didn't involve those damned caffeine pills. He knew the right suppliers, people who wouldn't ask questions when he asked for back-door-delivery. They knew he tipped generously. Especially so whenever he ordered four large party platters with extra wasabi and pickled ginger.
Oh, his shame. Hopefully the dynamite roll body shots and sashimi stripteases would help to dull it.
Sushi orgies were the only thing that ever brought Jonothon joy, any more.
[OOC: Oh god, so open.]
- The Apartment Above the 'A Cut Above' Orphanage (Formerly Groovy Tunes), Sunday Evening