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Scene One: Brand New Day
Topic Started: Sep 3 2009, 12:59 AM (1,426 Views)
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All the ancient classic fairy tales have always been scary and dark.
David - Heading to the airport

David grabs his surfboard next to his bed.
"Shit."
Las Vegas, surfing, Las Vegas, surfing…. Which one to pick.
He looks at himself in the mirror.
"When are you going to start being responsible?" he asks his reflection.
He sighs…
"Fuck."
He puts his surfboard back and starts packing.
Gotta grow up sometime…

Twenty minutes later Dolla honks the horn outside of his place. He gets in the car, dumping his bag on the back seat.
"Walvis Bay airport, right?"
"Yeah, flying out to Jo'burg from there, and then catching my next flight."
Dolla shakes his head and laughs as they get to the main road.
"I gotta hand it to you, I thought you'd rather go surfing."
"Well I need to pay the bills…I can't really afford to lose my job. Man, I wish I was a professional surfer. That would be da bomb."
"Yeah well, with your looks you're definitely cut out for the part," Dolla says with a wink.
"Nah man, it's not about the girls. It's about the waaaaves!" David shoots back making a wave-like motion with his hand.
"Well, you're heading to Vegas now… There aren't any waaaaaaves but there sure are girls."
David laughs and looks out of the window. He's gonna miss the ocean. Hell, he's even gonna miss the dunes and the sand.

They pull in at the airport, and Dolla gets out with him.
"What are you gonna bring for me?"
"A pink, glitter shirt saying "I heart Vegas".
"Now, now, don't make empty promises!" Dolla says, shaking his finger at David.
"Bye dude, I'm gonna miss you."
The give each other a hug, and Dolla says: "Ditto."
David grabs his bag and walks away as Dolla gets in his car and drives off.

He peers at a shady area next to the building…
Is that…?
Adia glances over her shoulder, and David watches as she puts the cigarette out on her arm.
"What the…"
He walks over to her, touches her shoulder.
She gets a fright and quickly pulls down her sleave, turns around and says: "Oh…it's you. I thought it was…"
"It's just me. Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
"I have to leave. I'm going…to New York."
For some reason she trusts him. Probably because he's never acted as though he thinks she's crazy like the rest of the people do.
"Do you want to get some coffee? I'm flying to Las Vegas, but I have to get to Jo'burg first. That's where you're also going, right?"
She nods.
"It's still some time before we have to check in, let's drink some coffee and talk."
She shakes her head.
"I told that old lady…Mrs de Waal, I'd sit with her."
David looks to where she's pointing.
"Oh, yeah she's my landlady. I'll join you…if that's okay?"
"Stop…" she whispers as he starts walking to the table.
"What is it?"
"I told her my name is Amy… Please don't give me away."
"No, of course I won't. Amy," he says with a kind smile.
"Thank you," she whispers as they walk over to the table Mrs de Waal has saved for them.
"You're welcome," he whispers back, wondering what she's running away from."
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Billie Joe

Dirty socks and beer yeast. That’s what the Bookmobile smelled like. Billie wrinkled his nose, then peeled off his stinky socks and tossed them onto the growing pile in the corner. Somebody should wash those, he thought, before cracking open a beer and picking up the set list for the show in Phoenix. He skimmed over it, green eyes moving back and forth as he read. Yeah, it would be a good show.

Glancing at his watch, he groaned and stretched out on his makeshift bed. The Bookmobile was cramped, but luckily he was a small guy so it didn’t matter all that much to him. He could get comfortable. It was after 7 in the morning, which was fine because now he could sleep all the way to Phoenix. He grinned again and giggled out loud thinking about Chris. That guy was so fucking cool—he’d do anything!

Frank had eagerly hopped out of bed to see how Chris was doing, so Billie Joe had the Bookmobile to himself. He thought about masturbating, but really he was just too tired. Which was amazing in and of itself because Billie was like a whack-off champion. He’d gotten especially creative with it since his last girlfriend, Amanda, had broken it off with him. That one had stung. He’d been totally into that girl. She was a feminist and a punk rocker—independent and opinionated. Billie found her stimulating. Apparently she didn’t feel the same way about him. She’d pretty much coldly told him he wasn’t “doing it for her” anymore and left, just like that. He wasn’t independent enough. He couldn’t help it—he was a “joined at the hip” type boyfriend. Amanda had been completely turned off by that. She apparently liked the asshole type that did his own thing and only took an interest in his girl when it suited him.

Billie finished his beer and threw the bottle in the corner opposite the dirty sock pile. It was really starting to stink in their little “tour bus”, he noticed again. He hoped that someone would clean it soon. Maybe Chris could do it. Billie grinned his snaggle-toothed grin again and settled more deeply into his thin mattress on the floor, imagining the things he could challenge Chris to do next.
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Rubén- Just One



Rubén folded the last of his shirts and put it on top of his other clothes in his suitcase, why did he over pack, it never failed, he had way to many clothes, not just his dress shirts, but casual shirts, jeans, sweater, shorts, sweats, etc. You name it, it found it’s way into his suitcase for his trip. He liked to have options when he traveled, he knew from experience, that if he only took dress clothes he would need casual clothes it was always his luck, so he learned, take a mix of everything and you can never go wrong, plus the idea of spending all day and night in a suit and tie was not his idea of a good time. He looked through the very full suitcase again snapping his fingers he walked back to the closet and grabbed his trainers, he knew he would need them, he planned on hitting the hotel gym at least once or twice maybe more depending on what was happening well he was there and having the right shoes would be important.

He packed the trainers in the shoe section of the luggage and zipped it closed (trainers, dress shoes and a pair of casual shoes). He headed into the bathroom and checked his doc-kit he had everything in it already so all he would need to do is double check things in the morning and put it in the zipper front after his shower. On his way home he stopped at the store and picked up the shampoo and body wash he needed. He stood there doing a mental check, going through all the different things he needed; tickets, hotel confirmations, shuttle information, conference info, camera, he should take his camera just in case, you never knew if there would be a good photo op for the CEO that might need to get published place there might be some really get pictures of cows and pigs, or Big Bubba the tooth missing farmer. He started to laugh at the image, it was so wrong but funny, he walked out to the living room and grabbed his camera checking it and the battery putting it with his briefcase and all his travel information. He had a fair mix of cash and credit for the trip another lesson learned, not everyone took plastic and so having cash was always important.

He looked over at the clock on the wall in the kitchen he should really get going, he didn’t want to be late, Heidi and Jenny would be waiting he was sure and if he didn’t get there soon they would start matching making again. He walked over to the kitchen and opened the frig, checking it. There was very little in there, he had finished off anything that would spoil well he was gone, there was nothing worse then coming home after a week and having to clean out the refrigerator because you left something in there to spoil. The house suddenly went dark for a second or two as all the lights turned off and everything went out. Within seconds the power was back on and he could hear the machines kicking back on, “Power surge.” He said walking over to the microwave and resetting the time. He shook his head, at least now he would have an excuse for being a little late; he needed to reset all the clocks. He set the clock in the bedroom last and checked his suitcase again he already had his clothes out for tomorrow so that was fine. He pulled the bags off the bed and took them out to the living room and set them next to his briefcase and camera.

Rubén turned off the lights and walked to the garage door, checking for his keys, iPhone and wallet, he had all three, so he opened the door feeling the heat hit him in the face. He taped the remote on the wall and watched as the garage door began to open as he walked down the three stairs and made his way to his car opening the door and getting in, he looked once in the rearview mirror just to make sure he looked ok, he always felt like he was being judged when he went to the bars, which is why he tended to stay away. With a sigh he started the car and slowly backed out of his garage making his way down the street.

It took him about 20 minutes to get there, he pulled into the parking lot and looked around at all the cars, it blew his mind that Salt Lake City had the third largest gay population in the county, only behind New York and San Francisco. Even for a Tuesday night this place was busy, which he supposed was a good thing after all he was here to be social and to try to resolve the illusions people had of him. He parked his car and got out clicking the remote locking the doors and setting the alarm. It was a hot summer night so the patio would be packed and that would be the place that Heidi and Jenny would want to find a spot and hang out. Rubén looked for their car but didn’t see it, was it possible him beat them? Rubén got to the door seeing the doorman, their eyes met and he nodded as Rubén walked in, the music was already blaring and people where everywhere.

It taken years and now finally you no longer had to be a member of the bars, in Utah to get in, it was a pain in the ass before. If you weren’t a member you had to be the guest of a member and if you weren’t a guest you would have to sign up to become a member and pay a monthly fee it was only a couple of bucks but still a royal pain in the ass, especially in a gay bar, were people liked to just blend in. Most of the time you could get someone to claim you as their guest, which was good most people would do it no problem, even the bartenders would do it, just so they didn’t have to fill out paperwork. Still Rubén was a member here and a few other bars in town, not that he went out a lot, but when he did he didn’t like the headache, now it was all a thing of the past. He made his way to the bar to order, seeing a few familiar faces, but mostly the place was filled with people he didn’t know. He ordered his drink and pulled out his iPhone and typed a text to Heidi:

Im here at bar where r u?

He took his drink paying the barman and leaving him a generous tip and smiling at him, again trying to be friendlier and less standoffish. He scanned the room; he saw his eyes at once, brilliant he thought, of all the bars in town he had to pick this one Rubén thought and walked over, no point in pretending not to see him, just go over and say hello. Be friendly. Rubén made his way over, ignoring the old troll’s hands that accidently grabbed his ass as he passed. None of this was worth it, he thought. “Hey Marc.” Rubén said seeing him with a few of his buddies, who quickly scanned him up and down one and then continued to chat letting Marc talk in relative privacy. Rubén noted that Marc most have been having a similar conversation to the one he had with Heidi a few days ago. “Hi.” Marc said his tone neither friendly nor hostel, that was good he thought.

“What brings you out? I thought bars weren’t your thing?” Marc said taking a swig of his beer looking at Rubén then looking off again.

There was the hostility Rubén was expecting. “I told Heidi and Jenny I would meet them. I’m heading out on business in the morning…so.” He said trying to smile to show his dimples, be nice, Rubén said to himself.

“Ah.” Marc said looking around the room, it was pretty clear he didn’t want to talk to Rubén. “Look Marc, I just wanted to apologize for the other night and if you were interested, I would be interested in trying dinner again, when I get back, just the two of us. To try and make up for things.” Rubén said, throwing out one more attempt to make amends. Marc looked at him, “Um. No thanks.” Marc turned to look at Rubén and continued, “Look thanks for all this, the apology and the dinner offer, but I don’t need your pity and I don’t really see us going anywhere. Have a good trip.” Rubén felt his iPhone buzz and pulled it out.

on patio…duh

The message was from Heidi.

“Ok.” Rubén looked at Marc his smile fading but he managed to keep it in place, “Well, alrighty then take care Marc.” Rubén said as Marc forced a fake smile then looked back over at the guy he was scoping out before Rubén showed up.

Rubén felt like an idiot a complete and total tool, what the hell was he thinking. He walked off heading to the patio meeting a few eyes, none he really saw, he just wanted to get the hell out of here. Marc was clearly no longer interested, which was fine, but at least the guy could have been…Rubén stopped, could have been what. Nice? Polite? A Gentlemen? None of those things where going to happen. Marc was going to pick-up some guy go home and fuck and not give a second thought about him, which in the long run maybe made sense, but still, this is why Rubén didn’t go out to bars. He pasted another group of men on his way to the patio and felt a hand grab his dick, Rubén’s hand was quick as he grabbed the mans hand who just tried to cop a feel and he squeezed hard not letting the hand go. He saw the guys face and leaned in, the guy was a least 6 inches taller them him, “touch my dick or ass again and I’ll break your fucking hand. Got me?” Rubén said letting the guys hand go when he saw him nod. “Have a nice night.” Rubén said walking past him smiling.

He saw Hiedi and Jenny and made his way out the door letting the hot air wash over his face and body as he walked over to them thinking about Marc and being grabbed not once by twice, couldn’t there just be one normal nice guy out there, anywhere? Just one that’s all he wanted. Was that to much to ask for.
May it be said, when the sun sets on your life, you made a difference.
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All posts are to be on June 15, 2010.

The next scene will be June 16.

As long as you follow your own personal time line that's fine. I don't care. Just get to where you need to be by Wedns. Anyone not where they need to be Wedns will... well... you'll have something very unfortunate happen to your character.

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Zeke - Check Out


“Have a good day,” Zeke said passing over the plastic sack with the groceries inside.

“You too,” said the young lady. Her son waved at Zeke from where he was sitting in the cart and he smiled, giving him a friendly wave back. He watched the two of them leave before turning as Amanda came over to him from behind the customer service counter.

“What’s up?” He asked as she clocked into the register next to his.

“Nothing,” she replied. “Just waiting to win the lottery.” Amanda flashed him a smile. “What’s up with you handsome?”

“Oh you know,” he replied “just doing my thing.” The two of them laughed easily.

“You have any plans after work?” She asked turning around to face him. It was a slow day, it always was this time of day durring the week.

Zeke shook his head. “No, not really. I was thinking about going down to Gray’s Lake and taking some photos but,” he shrugged “nothing set in stone. Why? What’s going on?”

“Just wondering if you wanted to go to a movie or something,” she replied with a smile. “Nothing like the new Halloween movie so don’t worry.” She said knowing full well Zeke’s views on violence. Even in movies it bothered him. He could watch it if he had to, the poor man had sat through Kill Bill with her on their first movie night and not complained once. It hadn’t been until the movie was over and she’d asked him what he thought that he’d expressed his disapproval on how mainstream violence had become and how a movie that violent could be laughed at so hard by some. “Maybe G-Force?”

Zeke couldn’t help but laugh. “That the talking guinnea pig spy movie?” He asked remembering the very adorable previews.

“That’s the one.” Amanda replied.

Zeke shook his head. “No… how about District 9? I heard that was good.”

“It’s PG-13… you know there’ll be violence in it.” She said. “And I don’t know how much.”

“Yeah I know,” he said turning on the conveyor belt and spraying it with cleaner while tearing off a paper towel to wipe it off. “But I read it’s sort of like a social commentary about racisism and apartaid. Something thoughful for me, and some violence for you.” He said looking at her with a smile.

“You know me so well,” she replied tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Times like this I so wish you were straight.”

“Yeah well,” he said smiling, feeling his cheeks blush and he tossed the paper towel into the trash the belt now clean.

“Oh God you’re adorable,” Amanda said grinning at him madly.

“I hate you,” he replied laughing. “Hi Mister Johnson,” he said as an elderly man put his basket on the belt, the machine pulling it towards him. “How was the fishing trip last weekend?”

Mr. Johnson laugh and smiled. “Memory of a steele trap you have,” he replied. “It was good, good. Got some decent bass and trout. I got more than I need if you’d like some. I can run it on by,”

“No thanks,” Zeke replied taking the cottege cheese out of the basket and scanning it, followed by the pack of ice cream drumsticks.

“Zeke’s a vege-head.” Amanda shot in. “He doesn’t even drink milk.”

“Well I’ll be,” Mr. Anderson said. “How,”

“I take suppliments,” Zeke replied. “It’s a personal decision. I’m just not comfortable with the idea of killing something in order to eat.”

“Well you know, even carrots were alive before they were pulled from the ground.” Mr. Anderson said.

“Carrots don’t bleed,” was Zeke’s reply pulling out the pack of hoggie buns and scanning them setting them at the top of the sack so that they wouldn’t get squished.

“What about carrot juice?” He asked.

Zeke paused and looked up at him to see he was smiling. “I have to eat something.” He said smiling. “As much as I’d like to I can’t survive on air alone. That’s $22.53 total.” He watched as he swipped his card in the machine and entered his PIN number. When the receipt printed out he ripped it off and dropped it into the sack, passing it over to him. “Have a great day.” Zeke said in an honestly caring voice. “What?” He asked as his customer left and Amanda was shaking with silent laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“Just you,” she replied wiping the tears away. “He really broke the mold when he made you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Zeke said with a smile. “I think…”
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Domenica/Gareth – Just a Kiss


The look on his face was priceless as they excited the Winnie the Pooh ride, “I can’t believe you made me ride that?” Gareth said as bubbly laugh filled the air around them, “Come on it’s Winnie the Pooh. It’s excellent.” He laughed as they walked off and headed over to the county store in Critter Country with candy and different confections. He smiled at her as she giggled he really enjoyed being here with her and it was getting to the point where he couldn’t think of anyone else he would have wanted to be here with. For Domenica’s part, they were having a lot of fun she didn’t remember the last time she had this much fun in the park, it was probably with her nephew and niece. Gareth grabbed a caramel apple, “An apple for the pretty lady?” He cackled at her in his best evil witch voice. That was it she was in full fledged laughter now, causing several people in the shop to look at them. She couldn’t help it, he sounded almost like the evil queen in the movie it was perfect. He put the apple down he was laughing as well and almost dropped it on the floor. “God that is too funny I think I just…” Domenica stopped not finishing the thought she wasn’t with her friends she was a guest and there was a line not to be crossed, which was starting to become harder for her to see.

“Wicked, completely wicked, thank you Domenica.” Gareth said coming up and kissing her on the check. She froze her laughter stopped he froze as well, they looked at each other their eyes meeting and she took a step back from him, “I’m sorry.” He said seeing her face, he meant it, it was an accident; he was just in the moment he wasn’t thinking, he could see her face blushing. Domenica looked at him her smile not fading but it did shift, “It’s fine. We should head over to the fast pass for Splash Mountain.” She said quickly walking out of the shop he kissed her on the check. It was harmless, wasn’t it? Was that crossing the line? He had a girlfriend and he kissed her, on the check. He quickly caught up to her touching her arm softly to get her attention then moving it quickly, “I’m really sorry, I…it…well I got caught up in the moment. I’m sorry, that was very…I shouldn’t have.” She stopped and looked at him, “Gareth it’s fine, it just took me by surprise. It was harmless.” He looked at her this was awkward, for both of them. He smiled at her, so many thoughts ran through her mind, now of them saying what he did was an accident, “I’m really sorry, if you want to leave we can. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable especially with as kind as you’ve been.” She could see he was struggling.

Her face changed and she looked at him it was as if there was no one around them, everything and everyone melted away they were alone, “Of course not, don’t be silly.” She said her voice perky and upbeat, she could tell he wasn’t trying to hit on her it truly just happened, not that she minded, but he didn’t need to hear that. He looked at her still watching her reaction from what he could tell she was sincere, “You’re amazing you know that.” Gareth said his accent a little fast for her to understand, it seemed to happen more when he was flustered, like now.

“Thank you. Shall we continue on?” Domenica said holding up the fast pass tickets, she didn’t want him to be awkward or uncomfortable, it wasn’t the first time something like this happened, but it was the first time that she enjoyed in and wanted more, at least part of her did. He smiled his eyes piercing into her, “Only if you let me buy you dinner tonight at the Jazz Kitchen as a thank you?” She nodded, “Excellent, we can do that. It will get us out of the park at the peak time.” He smiled and watched her walk over and give the tickets to the attendant, she knew he was right behind her as they made their way through the ride cue; fastpass was really the only way to go for certain rides. “I’m very happy you’re having a good time Gareth.” She smiled at him, she was back to normal at least outwardly, he mind was still racing. “It’s all thanks to you.” He said with his own gentle look as they walked.

They continued chatting as they made their way to the ride, her mind kept flashing to him quickly leaning in and kissing her check and how she wished it was her lips; it was ridiculous really, but still her mind went there and kept going there, all through the rest of the line and through the ride even as they chatted it was still there in the back of her mind, so when the water hit her as they went down the finale slide it puller her out of her day dream and again they were both laughing, “Bloody hell.” He said shaking off the water as they got out of the log and started walking out, “my trainers are soaked.” He said holding the gate for her as they exited the ride and started heading back to New Orleans Square.

“Better then Winnie the Pooh?” She asked with a bubbly laugh smiling at him as they stopped at the top of the little hill and they looked out over Tom Sawyer Island. “Much.” He said with a laugh letting the warm sun fall down on his face. He had kept the hat on most of the day, not that he was hiding from people, but he didn’t want a sunburn the California sun was much different then the UK sun, he could burn easy here. “What’s next?” he asked looking at her she tossed her hair over her shoulder looking at him then out to the Island, “Well we’ve done all the ‘E’ ticket rides at least once, which is excellent, we’re near the train and the Haunted Mansion and of course Pirates, any of those strike your fancy?” He thought for a moment both were dark rides and that would be nice the two of them in a dark ride he sighed looking around at all the people what was he thinking, this was clearly work to her, plus…well that was over and he knew it she wouldn’t be back. “Well since we’re here why not do those two then take the train and go over to Space Mountain and do that again.” She nodded, “Excellent. Good choice.” She looked at her watch checking the time, they were fine for time and the last time she looked at her blackberry there weren’t any knew messages.

“Shall we.” Gareth said as he pointed to the break in the crowd and they started walking to the Haunted Mansion, the day was going great, it really was a lot of fun.
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(OOC: Alex’ profession has been changed from construction worker to independent contractor)

Alex Castle - Lead Up

Hamilton, Ontario; Two Days Earlier

Alex climbed out of bed shortly after eight in the morning, it was his first day off in weeks and he full intended to enjoy it; fore the last few weeks he’d been working for a real bitch of a woman who’d continually asked him to purposely cut corners. Before doing anything he went to the kitchen and started brewing a pot of coffee. He went to the front porch as it brewed and picked up the morning’s paper which was laying on the stoop.

Coleen Harris, one of his neighbors walked by with her German Shepherd. “Hi Alex!” As she stopped at the end of his drive, the dog obediently dropped to the sidewalk, head resting on his forepaws. Alex walked down the driveway.

“Morning Coleen. How’re you doing today?” he said, crouching down to scratch the dog’s ears.

“Not bad thanks, you?”

“Pretty good, finally finished that job for the woman in Burlington.”

“And how’d that go?”

“Well look at this way, number of corners she asked me to cut, don’t be surprised if the place ends up on Holmes on Homes.”

“That bad?”

“Oh yeah,” he stood up, leaning on the front bumper of his Ford F150. “But on to less pressing matters, you and Greg gonna need a hand doing your renovation this fall? Works slow then and if you could toss me a bone, but the boys and I wouldn’t forget the favor.”

“I’ll run it by him, but I can’t see him having a problem.”

“Thanks,” he said with a grin. From his sweatpants pocket, his cell phone chirped, based off the fact it was playing Ode To Joy, he knew it was Lydia. “Sorry Coleen, it’s my agent. Gotta take it.”

She nodded, “it’s okay, I’ve got get Sally ready for school anyways. C’mon Shadow.” The dog stood and trotted along side Coleen as they walked up the street.

“What’s up Lydia?”

“Well, I just got off the phone with Penguin. They want you in LA in two days.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re reissuing you’re book. They’ve talked with the prosecutor and defense in the Millerton killings. They’ve both agreed to do some forwards and commentaries on your book and the case itself.”

“You’re shitting me? They’re actually reissuing that piece of shit because some Goddamn crazy decided to play copycat. Fuck! Why couldn’t that dude make a difference and copy cat Dexter Morgan? At least then we’d be getting rid of assholes like this.”

“All the same, the trial brought the book into the public eye...it went form a modest cult hit to a bestseller remember? This skyrocketed you to the top of the New York Times bestseller list.”

“I know, but it’s still fucking weird. I asked them to pull the Goddamn book. Stephen King did it with Rage, I wanted it done with Silent Slasher, but these bastards want money.”

Lydia exhaled heavily on the other end of the line, “look Alex, I know. I went through all that with them, they think it’ll be fine. Hell, the prosecutor even volunteered to do the forward, he thinks the exposure from the trial and this can get him higher up in the DA’s office.”

“Damned politicians, always thinking about what can get them elected,” he opened the door and stepped into the kitchen, washing the dog hair of his hands. As he walked to the table with his coffee, he spotted a blur of black and his pet cat, Hermes, thread himself between his legs.

“Well don’t say that to his face. And and the defense attorney are both gonna be at the signing to do a little meet-and-greet with you.”

“Do I have a say in any of this?”

“Nope, I’m gonna talk to Ames once her agency opens for the day. We’ve gotta deal with flight times.”

Hermes hopped in Alex’s lap, purring softly. “Fine. I’ll pack, but if Penguin wants this so bad, they’re buying you and me dinner at Musso’s, alright?”

“Fair enough. I’ll call you tonight when all the flight details are sorted out, okay?”

“Yup,” with that, Alex snapped the phone shut and pocketed it. He drank his coffee and fished a day old donut out of the box on the table, munching on that.
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Adia & David – the journey starts

David returns with a pot of rooibos tea for Mrs de Waal, coffee for himself and hot chocolate for Adia.
“I just heard on the weather forecast they’re predicting east weather for tomorrow. Good thing we’re leaving, huh?”
“Oh dear, all I can think about is all the cleaning I’ll have to do when I get back,” Mrs de Waal exclaims.
“Yeah, I know…hot wind and sand. Blech,” David responds.
“Well you know how the weather forecasts are…they’re usually wrong…” Adia chimes in.
David settles in next to Adia and asks: “Where are you going, Mrs de Waal?”
“I’m going to see my kids and grandchildren in Johannesburg.”
“Amy…where are you going?” he asks with a light smile on his face.
“Pretoria…to visist my folks.”
“Were you born in Pretoria, dear?” Mrs de Waal asks.
“N…Yeah, yeah I was born in Pretoria.”
David quickly stears the conversation away from Adia: “Man, I’m gonna miss my surfing spots while I’m gone.”
“Where are you going, David,” Mrs de Waal asks.
“Good ol’ Las Vegas…some IT conference my boss is sending me to.”
“Oh my…that’s a long way from home. I thought you worked for yourself?”
“I semi-do… I’ve partnered up with another company a little while ago to broaden my client base.”
“That’s good.”
They sit in silence for a moment, and after a little while the voice announces that check-in has started for their flight.
They continue drinking their beverages in silence, and eventually the second call comes.
They all gather up their stuff to leave. Mrs de Waal walks ahead while David and Adia hangs back.
“I’m scared,” she admits.
“Have you never flown before?”
“No….”
“It’ll be alright, what’s your seat number?”
“6B”
“Mine is 6A, so I’ll be there the whole time. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“Lately you hear so many stories of planes falling… What if the plane falls.”
“Well in Namibia, all those planes were a lot smaller than the one we’re gonna fly now… And in the rest of the world, most of them was Air France…. We’re not flying with them.”
“Ah…” she responds, still not convinced.
“Come on, let’s go to check in.”

When they get to the check-in counter there’s a pretty long line, so they join in the back.
They stand in silence for a while, shuffling forward every time the line moves.

Here it is, Adia, you’re almost out of here. her voice says.

You know the plane could fall, right? his voice asks.

Oh, shoosh, she’s already scared as it is.

A fact is a fact…

David glances in Adia’s direction and notices she’s gone extremely pale. He takes her hand and says: “I’m right here.”
“They told me to keep quiet, but they keep talking to me…” Adia whispers.
David just nods.

Who’s they…? David wonders to himself, as the line moves forward again.

The next thing they know, they’re in front and a kind lady is asking for their passports and boarding passes.
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Ames Castle - Travelers

Ames sat in the small reception area, watching the people walking along Danforth Avenue. The travel agency was a little hole in the wall place just up the road from Chester Subway Station, which was beneficial for Ames. She hated driving in Toronto and lived near Bloor Station, so it was a short subway jaunt for her daily commute, plus the Astoria, a Greek restaurant down the road made damn good souvlaki.

The door opened and Ames looked up to see a man in his thirties entering, she immediately recognized him as one of Yarrow’s men.

“Amelia my dear,” he said. “I’m assuming you know why I’m here.”

“Look, tell Yarrow I’m in a bit of a bind, my last couple bets went south, so I’ve got very little cash. I’m looking into it though.”

“Mr. Yarrow does not look kindly upon debtors, Amelia. But you can make it all disappear in just one night. No debts, no strings, just a night with Yarrow.”

“No. I refuse to stoop to that level, David.”

“Well, if that’ the case, we’ll just see what happens next time you ask Yarrow for money. Or you could just ask your cousin for the money, unless he’s sick of bailing your ass out all the time.”

“I don’t think he is. And for the love of God, leave him out of this.”

“I plan to. Yarrow has no interest in the family of his customers, he likes to keep his hands clean. The only people he deals with or lets any of us deal with are his customers, so he’s safe. But hey, he’s got the money now. I hear they reissued his book.”

She shrugged, “look, David, just tell Yarrow I need a couple weeks, okay? I’ll find away.”

He nodded, “That’s all I wanted to know.” He strode back towards the door, stepping back out into the rain.

Amanda came out of the backroom, “Amelia. You really need to get some help, okay? I mean, this is getting out of hand. If Yarrow’s sending his men here...that could get ugly.”

Amelia nodded, “well you’re safe. Yarrow never touches friends or family, always the customers themselves. So I just have to win the game and I’m golden.”

Amanda shook her head, “look. I’m gonna run to Tim Horton’s and grab some coffee, you want anything?”

“Coffee sounds good.”

“Back in about twenty,” Amanda said, stepping out into the rain, opening her umbrella.

A few moments later, the phone rang. Amelia looked down at the caller ID.

“Hey Lydia, what can I do for ya?”

“That’s what I like about you Amelia, you’re straight to business. How’s things with you?”

“Not bad, I guess. Where you and Alex need to go?”

“Los Angeles, Penguin’s set up a book tour starting there.”

“So in other words, LA is just the start?”

“Probably, Alex is trying to get out of it though, he’s livid about the book being reissued. He wanted it pulled.”

Ames opened up the program that listed flights. “That he did. So, when you need to be there?”

“Well, the signing’s on Tuesday, so a flight tomorrow morning would be awesome. Short notice, I know, but Penguin’s willing to spring for first class if they can get us out here by then.”

“You’re in luck Lydia, there’s a flight at 9AM out of Pearson tomorrow with two seats free in business class. Air Canada out of Pearson.”

“Book it...you know my info. E-mail the info to my office and I’ll call you and Alex to confirm everything later on.”

“Great, I think I might try and get down there at some point, give Alex a little moral support.”

“Try Ames, I’d love to see you again.”

“Me too Lydia. I’ll try.”


OOC: I know...worst scene ever, but I wanted to get it up before bed...
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Paul was having the most wonderous dream. In it, he was having sex with Willow AND the two twins from the other night.

It was a wonderful dream, so Paul was naturally perturbed when he woke up right when he was about to come across all three of their faces.

Nothing woke him up, as far as he could tell, so he couldn't even vent his anger on someone else.

"Dammit." Paul muttered, sitting up, tossing the blanket off of him. His boxers were stiff and stained, and Paul grimaced, remembering the previous night's masterbations. He really needed to start carrying a box of tissues in his room.

He got out of bed, stretching as he did so, scratching his ass. He stumbled into the bathroom, his brain fuzzy.

He almost fell over, pulling the lid off the toilet, but he managed to keep his feet and not urinate on the seat, something Adam would chew him out about.

Paul had been making a conscious effort to domesticate himself, ever since Adam had had a kid. He would be "Uncle Paul" one day, and while Paul had no plans for having kids himself, he did at least want to make a good impression for his neice. Or was it nephew?

Paul shook his head, scowling. His brain was still fuzzy. A part of him said the best thing he could do was to crawl back into bed until he could think coherently again, but he ignored that part of his mind.

Instead, he stepped into the small shower, throwing off his stained underpants, and ran a very cold shower.

He washed himself off, paying special attention to his groin, almost rubbing another one out in the shower. He finished, turning off the water, and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist.

He scooped up his dirty boxers and threw them in the hamper, something he usually wouldn't have done before Adam's kid was born.

Next stop, the bathroom. He pulled a flask from the medicine cabinet, and took a deep swig of booze. He then scrubbed his teeth clean, or as clean as he could get them.

Clothes, he needed clothes. This was especially important, on numerous occasions he had been so blitzed that he stepped outside without any clothes on, much to the amusement of the media. On one occasion, he had wandered in front of Willow, stark naked, which had been a partial dream come true. The only downer was that she hadn't proceeded to drop to her knees and suck him off.

Oh, well, better luck next time. Pauls only major regret in that regard was that he hadn't really gotten a chance to get to know Willow, and then fuck her, before Adam had gotten her knocked up.

He belched, and scratched his ass again. He better get dressed, see what everyone else was up to.

He quickly found a change of relatively clean clothes, and pulled them on, spraying on a few quick spurts of cologne. When his body smelled presentable, he chewed on a few breath mints, pausing on his way out the door to check himself out in the mirror.

Paul wasn't vain, not really, but he considered himself to be moderatley handsome, despite the bags under his eyes, those being a somewhat permanent look for him, especially after his years of rampant drinking and drug use.

He sighed, maybe one of these days he'd go sober, but for now, the glitz and glamour of rockstardom had him snared.

He opened the door to the bus, grimacing against the bright light of the sun. He pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket, and put them on, sighing in releif.

"Much better." Paul said, looking around. He didn't remember were they had parked the tour bus, but he saw he was in a town, at least. There was an IHOP nearby, and if Paul knew Adam and his kid at all, he knew they'd be there.

He walked toward the IHOP, humming Black Sabbath's Paranoid to himself. He entered the restuarant, the AC feeling marvelous after the morning heat.

He looked around, seeing Adam with his kid, Callie, waiting for their food. Paul was surprised to see how tired Adam was.

Paul walked over to the table, "Mornin, crew."

"Bout time you joined the land of the living," Adam cracked, "Sleep well?"

"Like a baby." Paul said, giving Callie a quick peck on the cheek. "Whats for breakfast?"

"PADCAKES!" Callie shrieked, banging a crayon on the tabletop. Adam grimaced, and Paul grinned.


"Dude, you look tired as fu-uhm, as hell." Paul said, "Whats eatin you?"

Adam grined ruefully, "You try having a kid keeping you up at night."

Paul knew that wasn't the whole reason, Adam missed Willow and Lex. "Dude, you need to get some sleep. Take a Doggie Bag or something, and take a nap."

"I can't," Adam replied, "Callie just woke up, she won't be ready for bed for awhile."

Paul thought for a moment, as he perused the menu, "Well, you could always let me watch her."

Adam arched an eyebrow, "Uh, Paul, no offense, bro, but are you nuts?"

"What?" Paul said defensively, "I can watch her for a few hours while you get some shut eye. You need the sleep, man, you know you do."

Adam rubbed his chin, as Callie doodled happily on her activity placemat. "I dunno, man, you sure you can handle it?"

Paul shrugged, "I think I can manage, man, but its entirely up to you. Me, I gotta get some eats in me." He looked around for the waitress while Adam thought.
"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"


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Stu Miley - The Yankees Rule

Stu got into his car, a convertible he needed it in the heat that the city of sin offered during the day. Stu reached over and grabbed a small file off the passenger’s seat and flipped it open. The file contained various information on his ‘bounty’, known associates, schedules, known hangouts and the like. The man Stu was after owed Big Ray ten large the dumb ass bet that The White Socks would win against the New York Yankees and then he decided that he didn’t need to pay Big Ray, foolish man. From the look of it the man was an accountant and not a very good one at that, he used the money he embezzled to fund his gambling addiction. Since this man wasn’t where he was suppose to be Stu thought he would pay a visit to his Office.


“Welcome to Weinstein & Smiths accounting how may I help you?” a petite little blonde asked Stu as he approached the desk

Stu flicked a badge in front of her incredibly quickly not giving her a chance to look at it, a fake badge can come in handing in his line of work,

“I’m Detective Tennant from the Las Vegas Police Department; I need to speak with a Mr. L. Shan”

“Oh Leroy hasn’t been in for the last couple of days but Mr. Smith is here he might know more about the reason why, in fact he got a call from Leroy about two hours ago!”

“Really, that would be great. I’m guessing the office over there with the big Mr. Smith letters on it?”

Stu made his way over to the office and knocked on the door and walked in uninvited,

“Mr. Smith I believe”

“Yes and you are…”

“I am Detective Trent Las Vegas Police Department; I need to ask you a couple of questions regarding one L. Shan.”

“I don’t know how much help I can be; he doesn’t work here any more”

“And when was the last time you saw or heard from him?”

“That would be the day he quit”

“Hmm so you didn’t receive any calls from him today what so ever?”

“I’m sorry Detective…”

“Trey!”

“I thought you said your name was Trent?”

“Crap. I gotta stop changing my names all the time!”

Mr. Smith reached for the phone “Please leave or I’m calling security”

Stu let out a long sigh then grabbed the phone off Mr. Smith and through it across the room as a result the cord was pulled out of the socket,

“Now we can do this the easy way in which I bet the answers out of you or the really easy way and you just tell me what you know”

“I’m telling the truth I don’t know anything”

“The easy way it is!” Stu declared then hitting Mr. Smith square in the nose “Now I know you received a call from him a couple of hours ago, care to elaborate on that one for me?”

“I think you broke my nose”

“No I don’t think so…” Stu then slammed Mr. Smiths head into his desk “No it’s definitely broken! So what was that you were saying about Leroy?”

“He called me to say if any one comes here looking for him that he quit and we haven’t seen or heard from him since. And he also said that…”

“Yes…”

“That he is currently staying at The House of the Rising Sun hotel until he feels it’s safe to leave the state or country or whatever it is he’s planning to do”

Stu smashed Mr. Smiths head into the desk again,

“I told you all that I know!”

“That one was just to remind you that if you are lying to me I WILL be back”

Stu walked out of the office and grabbed his cell phone from out of his jacket and walked up to the secretary,

“Can you be a doll and take some ice to Mr. Smith?”

He carried on walking and began cycling through his contacts he clicked on Big Ray,

“Yes?”

“We got us a jumper”

“That won’t be a problem for you will it Stu?”

“No, I paid a visit to his boss, apparently he is holed up at The House of the Rising Sun, it’s that hotel/strip club/brothel thing”

“I know what it is Stu!”

“Apparently they make an AWESOME eggs benedict!”

“Just get it done Stu!”

“You want me to get some eggs benedict?”

“If he’s not brought to me within the next 24 hours he’s debt becomes your debt, kapesh” Big Ray said while hanging up the phone

Stu put the phone back into the pocket he found it,

“I hate that guy” he whispered under his breath
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Adam, Paul, Calli—Come Hungry, Leave Happy

Adam wasn’t so sure that Paul was up to the task of babysitting a one and a half year old child. He could barely take care of himself. Still, he’d trusted Mark with Calli, he should at least give Paul a chance.

“Yeah, all right, man. After breakfast I’ll sleep for a few hours, and you can watch Calli for me.” Adam smirked. “It’s not going to be as easy as you think, bro.”

Paul grinned and sipped some coffee. It was bitter as hell, and Paul grimaced. “Christ, that’s bad!”

Adam chuckled. “It wakes you up, though.”

Paul regarded Adam for a moment before speaking. “You know, before you got married and had kids, you’d never have been this tired after a wild night out.”

Adam appraised Paul blandly. This was a card Paul played often. It used to irk him, but not anymore. “Oh, yeah? Did YOU stay up all night, man? Cuz I seem to remember your butt in bed long before I even got back on the bus.”

Paul shrugged. What could he say? The dude was right. “Getting older sucks, bro. Wish we were still Billie Joe’s age—21? My God those times were KILLER.”

Adam shook his head. “Nah, I wouldn’t want to relive that time again, man. I’m happy right where I’m at.” He looked over at Calli and Paul saw that dopey look of love and contentment wash over Adam’s face as he gazed at his child. Fucker was happy as a clam, it made Paul want another drink. Adam owed Paul at least a one-time fuck with Willow. After all, he’d had her first. Not like Paul would ever verbalize that, but he really did sometimes feel that Adam owed him that. He’d taken Willow out that night to fuck her, after all, and instead she fucked Adam. Life wasn’t fucking fair.

“You were kinda out of your mind last night, man,” Paul commented, taking another gulp of the bitter brew in his mug. He loved egging Adam on, he couldn’t help it. He got a kick out of bringing mild-mannered Adam to the brink of irritibility or worse. It was fun as hell. Adam was like a whole ‘nother person when he was pissed off.

Adam feigned surprised, playing Paul’s game. “Me? I wasn’t out of my mind, dude, I was fine.”

Paul laughed. “Yeah, fine. If you call downing 15 shots of Jack Daniels fine. And that was just for starters. You had some fine-looking ladies all over you, too.” Jab. “They were in your lap, sucking on your ears, man….you looked pretty content.” Dig.

“Like you could keep track of what I was drinking?” Adam mused. He knew Paul, he wasn’t exactly the type to worry about what other people were doing—he was all about his own party. And he knew what Paul was doing and he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of getting riled up.

“No, you’re right, man, normally I don’t. But you hardly ever party with Mark and me anymore, so we did kinda keep track of you. We’re like you’re older and younger brother, dude, watching out for our own.” Paul grinned. Adam noticed now old he was starting to look from all the hard partying he did.

Adam smiled faintly. Like he was the one that needed “watching”. “Thanks, man. So did I do anything stupid?” He knew he hadn’t, he was hungover and he’d drank way too much, but he was totally cogizant of everything he’d done the night before. He also knew damn well that he’d dumped that woman off his lap before she got anywhere NEAR his ears.

“Everything you do is stupid, man,” Paul winked and laughed, giving up the game. Dammit, Adam wasn’t going to bite.

Calli looked up from her crayola masterpiece and glared at Paul. She looked at him as if to say, “Don’t EVER call my daddy stupid, you fucking prick bastard.” Instead, lacking the proper vocabulary, she said: “Dah-dee NO!” while pointing her finger at Paul and frowning dangerously at him.

Adam laughed and cuddled his daughter as he sat her in his lap. “I think she’s cussing you out, dude,” he grinned.

Paul shrugged. “I have that effect on the ladies, don’t know why.”

Adam and Paul shared a laugh before finishing up and leaving the restaurant. “Worst IHOP ever!” Adam exclaimed.

“Was it? I didn’t notice, my taste buds are like numb this morning. It all tastes like cardboard to me in the morning, dude.”

Adam didn’t say anything. Paul’s drinking problem was getting worse, and soon he and Mark were gonna have to deal with it. But now, while having Calli around, was not the time. Maybe when they were done with this tour and had some time off, they could confront Paul about drying out. But now….not the time. Was he really going to let this man watch his child? Adam sighed. He kinda felt he had to—because if he could no longer trust Paul, then the band was in bad fucking shape.

Handing his daughter over to Paul when they got on the bus, he left Paul verbal instructions on what do do in various situations should they arise. Paul was getting a little overwhelmed. How could watching a kid be this complicated? He just nodded along with Adam, not really paying all that much attention anymore. He’d never remember all that shit, anyway. As soon as Adam went back to the bunks, he planned on turning on the tube and letting the TV do most of the babysitting work. Seemed like a fucking no-brainer to him.






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Nate Winters - "Fuck This Town"

Nate sat at his desk inside the garage where he worked. He had his feet up on his desk and was sipping a Budweiser and had the pip bomb in his left hand. He rolled it in his palm and tossed it up in air only to catch it as it came back down. Why the fuck would someone want to bomb that old bitch's car? It didn't make any sense.

He placed the beer on his desk and stuffed the pipe bomb into his gym bag at his feet and walked over to the door which lead to the garage. Nate saw Alberto sticking his head in the fridge and came up behind him and kicked him in the ass.

"Hey!" Alberto shouted, bumping his head on the top of the fridge.

"Get out of my fridge, you fucking spic." Nate said, laughing.

"Hey man, I don't need to take that from no white trailer trash hick."

"At least my mom took me to NASCAR."

"Fuck you, ese."

Alberto walked over to his office opposite of Nate's and sat down and picked up his Playboy magazine. Nate strolled over to Mrs. Miller's car and revved it up. It purred nicely and Nate kissed the steering wheel. Mrs. Miller will like this. Maybe even give him a tip. Doubtful, but a man can dream.

Nate turned off the ignition and hopped out of the car and onto the cement. Mrs. Miller should be by in about an hour, Nate thought to himself. So he had some time to kill. He walked into his office and closed the door. He slid the deadbolt into place and drew the shades.

You couldn't really call his office an office. It was really just a desk in the back of a slab gray concrete room. Papers were strewn about the desk. Various bills, angry letters, and the occasional threat. The bank had been a pain in his ass since the first day he'd been on his own. He'd needed a loan to start up his garage and to employ Alberto, which the bank was more than happy to give. of course, after a few years of fixing cars and getting into the groove of things, the bank wants the loan payed off plus 15% interest.

Nate didn't have that kind of money. Most of Lafayette didn't have that kind of money. Nate sat down in his rolling chair and swlid open the desk drawer. He pulled a M1911 Colt out of it and slid the magazine out of it. He cocked back the slide and caught the round that popped out. He pressed the catch and let the slide go back to its original position.

He pointed it at the door and then pulled the trigger. The click was sharp and audible and he felt like he could do just about anything with this gun. Nate had stayed up late at night thinking of a plan to rob the bank. The teller, the vault, the guard, and the cameras were all mapped and planned out.

The only real problem is that Nate would be one of the main suspects. He never tried to hide his hatred for the bank, and thus, everyone knew he hated them. Of course, if he could come up with a solid alibi and keep the evidence of the robbery to a minimal, he'd have a shot.

Lafayette Bank and Trust was an old bank. The last upgrade they'd had was in the late '80s. So the vault was electronic, but it wasn't hooked up to the main power line, unlike all modern banks. It'd have a separate line. Nate could easily cut the power and still get into the vault. The one guard on duty, Barney Giles, was in his '60s and was a National Guard veteran. Barney was half blind though, which made it almost too easy.

Cause a distraction, cut the power, get into the vault, get the green, and get the fuck out. It was a simple plan but still...."The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry."

Nate shook his head. It was crazy. He'd end up either dead or in jail, both of which did not appeal to him in the least. If he went to jail, what would his dad think?

Dad...

"Fuck this town."

Nate reloaded the magazine and slid into into the pistol. He cocked it and eased down the hammer and then placed it back inside the desk. He opened the drawer below it and picked up a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red Label and poured himself a glass.

Johnnie, my faithful friend

With that Nate gulped down the glass and poured himself another. he continued this cycle until the bottle was empty and he sighed.

"Not enough whiskey in the world."
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Mistys shift was over, thank the dear and fluffy lord, and it ended without further incident, meaning Misty didn't have to put her fist into somebodies teeth.

It was mid-day, and Martin was just gathering up the last of the dirty mugs, Bridgette was tending the few customers at the counter, and Misty was counting out her till. It had been a busy day, they had made their daily qouta and then some.

Plus, Misty had made out with quite the wad of tips, close to a hundred dollars, in single bills.

"Y'know, I better get these in bigger bills soon, people are gonna think I'm a stripper." Misty said, turning to Bridgette.

Bridgette laughed, "Honey, strippers probably make more money then we do. We are totally in the wrong career choice, it's not even funny."

Misty smiled coyly, "Y'know, if you were a stripper, I'd come see you every night, just because."

"You'd better be ready to pay me, too," Bridgette said, grinning, "I gotta pay my way through college soon."

Both girls laughed, this was an old joke of theirs, stemming from when they had been shopping at the mall, and Misty had pulled out her roll of one dollar bills, tips from working the bar. The young, but cute, guy behind the counter had made a comment about the amount of one dollar bills, and Bridgette had promptly made a joke about how Misty was a stripper.

Misty had taken the joke in stride, and they had given the flustered young man a show, dancing against each other, kissing each other. The young man had fainted, and Bridgette and Misty had promptly fled the store, having paid for their items.

"Feels so good to finally get out of here," Misty said, pocketing her tip money, "It was a long ass day."

"Tell me about it, and I still got another hour." Bridgette complained, "Whose dick did you suck to get off before me?"

"Now, now, Bridgette, watch the language," Martin admonished, bustling behind the counter with a tray full of dirty mugs, "Although, if you wanted to get off early..." He trailed off, a smile on his face.

Bridgette playfully punched his arm, "Look whose talking about foul language."

"Martin chuckled, "Yeah, yeah. But if you want to leave early, go ahead, I can handle the rest of the night."

Bridgette squealed with joy, "Oh, Martin, your the BEST!" She threw her arms around Martin, hugging him tight. She released him, and looked at Misty, "Whaddya think, mall trip? Maybe we can make that guy at the phone kiosk pass out next."

Misty smiled, "Sounds like fun. I just wanna stop by the hospital, see how Donnie's doing."

Bridgette looked confused, but nodded her head, "Ok, sure, we can do that. Lets get going!"

Both girls clocked out, and after Bridgette thanked Martin again, piled into Misty's pick-up truck, and drove off to the hospital. Bridgette didn't question Mity's desire to see Donnie, but Misty knew that she was curious. Still, she wouldn't ask, knowing that Misty would tell her eventually.

The hospital was crowded as usual, this part of Chicago being rougher then most, and Misty and Bridgette had to wait 15 minutes before they were able to get to the reception desk.

"Can I help you?" The irritable black woman behind the counter asked, her tone of voice suggesting that she'd be more then happy to just up and leave her post.

"Yes, I'm looking for a man who was brought in today, with facial lacerations, his name is Donnie?" Misty asked, while Brenda grabbed some snacks from a nearby vending machine.

The nurse tapped a few keys on her computer, sighing, "Yea, the crazy drunk. He's in Intensive Care right now, though the doctors have finished the surgery."

"Surgery?" Misty asked, confused, "Why would they need to operate if he just cut his face?"

"Because," The nurse said, with the air of a parent explaining something to asimple child, "Your friend Donnie cut his wrists open with a peice of glass he got from breaking his mirror. The doctors had to close up the veins."

Misty felt as if she had been physically slapped. Sweet, friendly Donnie, tried to kill himself? It seemed inpossible.... "Can I see him?"

The nurse shrugged, "I don't see why not, I'm sure he'd be glad to see a familiar face. He's in room A345."

"Thank you," Misty said, turning back to Bridgette, who was eating Skittles out of a bag, "Do you wanna come with me?"

"Maybe when your done," Bridgette said, "I don't know him as well as you, I don't know if I'd be able to give him any comfort."

Bridgette had a point, "Ok, wait for me here, I'll only be a few minutes."

Misty hated hospitals, she realized as she walked down the sterile white halls of the building, always so cold, full of the sick, the injured. The dying. She hated them with a passion.

She found Donnies room easily enough, and she found the door unlocked, so she knocked, and went in.

Donnie lay on the bed, his face heavily bandaged. His entire left eye was covered, as well as most of the right side of his face. Looking down at his arms, Misty notice a heavy wrapping of gauze on both wrists.

"Donnie?" Misty whispered, stepping into the room, "Its me, Misty. Are you awake?"

Donnie shifted slightly, opening his eye. He looked around, and saw Misty. His expression brightened. "Misty! Lovely Misty! It's good you came, I had hoped to see you again before it was all over."

Though his voice was pleasent, there was something in his tone that made her hair stand on end, "All over? What do you mean?"

Donnie sighed, leaning back, "It'll all be over soon. Everything will turn to dust, and the world as we know it will be no more." He looked at Misty again, "It's a shame that someone as beautiful as yourself will be killed, but it shall happen. You'll see."

Misty's inner voice was telling her to get the fuck out of here now, but she shoved the voice aside, "They tell me you tried to cut your wrists, Donnie. Why?"

Donnie laughed, a sound entirely without mirth. "Given the choice between the quick and easy death and the slow and painful one, which would you pick?" He sighed again, "We're all dead, either way, so why not?"

The resignation, the despair, in his voice, creeped Misty out no end. Donnie had always been a friendly man, always laughing, joking, singing drinking songs he'd usually made up on the spot. Misty wanted nothing more then to back out now, but she didn't want to seem rude....

Except Donnie had fallen asleep. His heart moniter was going strong, but his chest rose and fell with the gentle rythm of slumber.

Considering herself excused, Misty backed out of the room, trembling. She was afraid, and she wasn't sure why. Donnie hadn't seemed crazy, just really depressed...

"Hey!" Bridgette called, jogging down the hall, "You ok?"

Misty nodded, "Yea, yea, I'm fine."

Bridgette frowned, "Is he ok?"

"Kind of." Misty said, "But he's sleeping now. We should just leave him be."

Bridgette nodded, "Fair enough, girl. C'mon, lets get out of here."

Misty followed Bridgette out, and into her truck. Donnie had seemed so sure that everyone was gonna die, but he was drunk, or crazy. He couldn't be right.

Could he?
"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!"


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Rubén – Encounter


“Well not that this isn’t fun, but I really need to head off.” Rubén said looking around the patio, they had been here for a few hours and various people had come and gone, the place was starting to thin out as well. People either went home or found someone to share the night with. As promised he had talked and was social he even danced a few times, which hadn’t been too bad of course it was with friends, but still he did indeed dance. Heidi looked at her watch then to Rubén, “Pussy. It’s not even midnight yet.” Rubén laughed setting his beer down, it was only his third for the night, about one an hour, which kept him well under the legal limit sense he was driving. “You’re not the one who has to be up in a few hours for an oh-dark-early flight.” Jenny smiled at him, “you’re getting old. You should just stay up all night then you can sleep when you get there for a few hours and be fresh as a daisy. That’s what I do when I travel.” Heidi nodded wrapping her arm around Jenny’s waste.

Rubén took another pull off his beer finishing it, “Fine 30 minutes.” Heidi smiled, “Pussy backing down to girls grow a pair.” They all laughed. “I’ll be back.” Rubén said heading off to the restroom, it would be fine, not like he could really sleep anyway, plus it would give the alcohol a little more time to work through his system not that he was buzzed or anything, it was just best to be safe then sorry. He made his way back into the bar and headed to the bathroom; the music was pounding. Rubén hated public bathrooms to begin with, but bathrooms in a gay bar were worse, at least this one had the little dividers between the urinals so you didn’t get an unwanted eyeful, of course that worked the other way around as well, it kept the trolls from watching you pee.

Rubén zipped up his pants and hit the flusher and walked over to the sink to wash his hands, at least the water was warm and the soap was fresh smelling. He grabbed a few paper towels dried off his hands, tossed them in the rubbish bin and left the bathroom. As he made his way across the room the music was blaring, he wasn’t sure, but he thought it was the theme song from Dante’s Cove just remixed for the club.

“Hey.” Rubén heard but didn’t pay attention, he didn’t stop till her felt a tap on his shoulder. “Um. Hi.” The voice said as he turned around, having to look up just a bit, the man in front of him was tall, maybe 6’-4”, blond, very Nordic looking, there was something a little dark to his look, but he was very handsome which more then made up for it, he did have an air about him. “Hi.” Rubén said looking at the guy who was smiling back at him, “I saw you with your friends, I wanted to say hello sooner but.” He stopped and looked around the room, “you seemed busy.” Rubén laughed, “Ya my friends are protective of me. I’m Rubén, by the way.” The two shook hands, “Eric. Nice to meet you.” The two men stood trying to hear each other over the music Rubén noticed how he looked, all in dark clothes, very stylish, but dark, it off set his light completion and his eyes, “would you like to talk?” Eric said looking at Rubén; he nodded, “Sure. Why not.” The two both moved off in the opposite direction of the patio, out of the corner of his eyes he saw Heidi and Jenny both smiling pointing, he was sure he would not hear the end of this.

They moved away from the dance floor area of the bar walking down a few stairs to a lower bar that was much more quiet and offered several couches and tables and a mounted TV, which was off for now, this was the area they normally did their happy hour, there were still several people around and the bar was open you could hear the low drone of conversation, “would you like something to drink?” Rubén said going over to the bar. Eric laughed, “Yes, very much.” Eric eyed him, “I was just about to ask you. I’ll have Midori Sour.” Eric said the drink name rolling off his tongue. Rubén nodded and looked at the barman a tall guy, not as tall as Eric, and definitely bigger with a shaved head and goatee. “Midori Sour and a cranberry juice please.” The bar tender nodded and quickly filled glasses, Rubén pulled out a ten and set it on the bar, as the glasses were set in front of him. “Keep the change.” Rubén said picking up the glasses. The bar tender smiled, “Thanks.” Taking the cash and ringing it through. “Here you are Sir one Midori Sour.” Rubén said as they walked over to one of the empty tables. They sat down at the table and Rubén took a sip of his drinks, “So you come here often.” Eric said putting his drink on the table in front of him he looked at Rubén who couldn’t help but laugh, Eric joined in after a second hearing in his mind just how cheesy that sounded, his face seemed to flush, “It didn’t sound that lame when I thought it.” Rubén took another sip of his juice

“Don’t worry about it. It was just funny and to answer your question: No. I don’t, the group you saw me with, told me I needed to get out more.” Rubén said, putting his drink down and looking around, “So here I am.”

“Ah so you live here.” Eric said looking at Rubén almost a hint of disappointment. Rubén nodded, “Yes Sir, well I live in Bountiful, but here is here, what about you?”

Eric looked at him his eyes, those eyes that just seemed to look right into his soul, “My friends Pam, Bill and I are just passing through, we’ll be heading back to Louisiana at some point.”

Rubén looked at him a little puzzled, “You don’t sound like you’re from the south.” Eric laughed, “No I guess I don’t, we’re transplants, but that is home.” Rubén nodded picking up his drink and finishing it off, “I can relate, I wasn’t born here in Utah, I came here for college and never left.” He said with a bit of a laugh. Eric nodded, “Do you have big family?” Rubén’s face changed he forced a smile, but Eric saw through it at once. “Sorry, I’m not close with my biological family; I have my new family, we have more in common then I ever did with my parents.” Eric said with a mischievous smile.

Rubén felt a little better, it was nice to not be the only one who wasn’t close to their family, “no worries, my family and I just don’t talk or get a long I wrote them off a very long time ago.” Rubén said a hint of remorse in his voice. Eric nodded, “It happens I’m afraid.”

“How long do you plan on staying here in town?” Rubén ask. Eric shrugged and with a laugh added, “As long as Salt Lake City will have us or until we get bored.” Rubén laughed clearly it was a joke sense Eric was laughing as well, but something in the back of his mind told him he wasn’t quite sure Eric was kidding. They sat in silence for a moment as the laughter died, “What do you do?” Rubén asked after a minute, Eric was about to speak, when “Dinner?” A female voice said coming up next to them, she was blond and her face wasn’t nearly as pleasant as Eric’s and the dark haired man next to her almost seemed tormented still they were both very attractive. Eric stood up, “No. Pam. Bill this is Rubén.” Pam looked at Rubén almost as if she was sizing him up. Bill smiled, “pleasure.” He said, he had an accent, southern for sure. He and Rubén shook hands. Pam stood there looking at Rubén he suddenly felt like a piece of meat. “Eric are you ready to go, the club is thinning out?” Eric shot her a look and she clearly got the message and was quiet. Bill smiled and asked, “Will you be joining us Rubén?” Rubén looked at his watch, “No I’m sorry I leave first thing in the morning heading out of town for work.”

Bill looked at him, “And what is that, that you do?”

“I work for Catholic Charities; I’m the Director of Communications.” Bill smirked and Pam quipped, “Of course you are.” Pam said, her face was polite, but her tone was dripping with venom, she clearly did not like him. Eric looked at them, “I’ll join you shortly.” It was almost a command, there was really no other way to take it both Pam and Bill nodded and walked off, “Sorry about them. They can be.” Rubén laughed, “Don’t worry about it. They are protective of you, I can tell. At least they listen to you, unlike my friends.”

Both men were now standing, “I would like to see you again, Dinner maybe?” Eric pulled out a business card handing it to Rubén, “When you come back, give me a call.” Rubén took the card, “I just might do that.” Eric smiled, his eyes, his smile, so dark but so inviting. Eric looked to the direction of his friends and walked off. Rubén watched him thinking how pale they all looked. Then he looked at Eric’s drink on the table he never even touched it while they talked. “Odd.” Rubén said walking off to catch up with Heidi and Jenny, he slipped Eric’s business card in his pocket maybe he would call him when he got back he seemed nice enough, a little mysterious. Rubén laughed, they reminded him of the characters from that TV show: True something or another.
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