Krystal sank down deeper into the hot, sudsy water. She leaned her head back and took a sip of wine from the glass that rested on the bathtub ledge. This was the first chance she's had to relax in weeks. She wanted to enjoy the moment, but at the same time, could feel that familiar restlessness creep over her. She closed her eyes and breathed in the perfumed, steamy air, loving the feeling of the water on her skin. She took another sip of wine and focused on the candle that was sitting by the sink. Its flamed danced seductively. Somewhere in the background she could hear Samantha singing along to an old 80's tune that was playing on the radio.
It would be one year this weekend since she and Sam first came to Vegas. They had become friends in high school, due to a shared interest in music, and it wasn't long before they were putting on shows together with all of the local bands. After college, Vegas seemed like a logical choice - the girls were determined to become famous and both had stars in their eyes. Right off the bat, they got hired as singing waitresses at the Hollywood Diner. Not exactly dream jobs, but eventually it lead to bigger and better things. Now the two of them were part of a huge tribute show at the Hardrock Hotel - it had been running for 8 months now. Five shows a week - two on Sundays and Thursday was their night off. The job paid well enough for them to keep a modest, 2-bedroom apartment over looking The Strip, and kept their days free for other odd jobs, training at the gym, and rehearsals.
Hey, it was a living.
Vegas. You either hated it, or loved it. Fortunately, both girls preferred the latter. It was a city that was always growing and changing. People coming and going. Nothing ever stayed the same for long. That was the attraction. Plus, the lifestyle kept them really busy, which is why Krystal was having such a hard time getting out of the tub.
A sharp knock at the door brought her out of the trance.
"Come in.' She sighed.
Samantha peeked her head around the door, a huge grin on her face, "How much longer?" she asked.
Krystal crinkled her brow, "5 more minutes?" she questioned.
At that point, Sam burst in and perched herself on the edge of the tub, cigarette in hand. She picked up the wine glass and drained it, "It's getting late Cinderella - get out of the tub."
"Fine." Krys gave in and Sam jumped to her feet and left, tossing her friend a towel on the way out. Krystal stood, wrapped herself in the fluffy towel, and followed after.
"What are you going to wear?" She found Sam pawing through her closet.
"Well, " she turned, a mischievous look in her eye, "I'm going for 'Sexy Vixen' tonight, so you may want to consider that while you decide your ensemble - plus, if we don't show a little skin, we won't get in."
Krystal grinned, "We always get in." she mused, "We know the bouncers."
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
In the meantime (Exerpt)
The alarm clock read 6:59 then suddenly flicked to 7:00 and a loud piercing chime went off breaking the silence. The noise was hallow bouncing off the walls of the condominium and echoing slightly. A figure in the bed moved slightly and an arm shot out from under the covers and hit the alarm clock. A deep sigh could be heard as the piercing sound went dead.
A man got up from underneath the covers slowly and stood up, wearing only his boxers. Making his way to the bathroom a little down the hall, the door closed and silence fell on the condominium again. Only to be broken a couple seconds later with water pouring into the sink followed by some loud splashing. A moment’s silence followed again by the sound of water running but this time from the shower.
A couple minutes later the door to the bathroom opened causing a cloud of steam to emanate. The man followed shortly with a towel around his waist, he headed towards the bright living room.
Stopping right in front of the window, the world had greeted the man, a cold blustery day with a savage snow storm raging outside. "Shit" the man mumbled in a hoarse voice. Turning quickly he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on as he headed for the small kitchen adjacent to the living room. Dropping the remote on the kitchen table he grabbed the phone off the wall and punched in a phone number and headed towards the coffee maker.
"Yes, I'll hold"
He poured some fresh coffee grounds into the machine along with some water.
"I'm calling to find out about a flight" his voice clearing quite a bit as he woke up a bit more, "Flight 492 to Las Vegas, no it’s a private jet, yeah my name is Jack Fields."
"Its on time still? Even in this weather?... Thank you"
The second that he put down the receiver of the phone, its shrill ring sang out almost instantly. He quickly snatched it up while trying to balance the half brewed pot of coffee.
"Hello? Figured it’d be you"
"Yeah I’ve looked outside lately?"
Jack suppressed a grin as the panicked voice of his best friend filled his ear.
"Dillon, relax - we're still on. I called the airport. Just be ready for 8:30 - I'll see you there."
He hung up the phone and glanced around, poured himself a mug of coffee and took a sip. One of these days he'd really have to think about buying some furniture. He'd been living in the condo for over six months now but it looked like he just moved in yesterday.
Proceeding back to the bathroom to shave, he glanced in the mirror, his dark, tanned features looking back at him. He smiled. Being one of the best freelance writers in the business certainly did have its perks. Two days ago he was in sunny California doing a piece on an up and coming rock group for Thrash Magazine.
He ran a hand through his thick dark hair, his tired green eyes looking back at him. When the opportunity came up to do Vegas, he jumped at the chance. It was an exclusive interview with Heavyweight Champion Lance Jordan, before his highly publicized fight with Jake Tyler at the MGM Grand. Jordan's people had specifically requested that he personally do the interview. The gig would pay him well. After the job, he'd have a few days for a bit of R & R. Let's face it, work had been keeping him pretty busy since his split with Caitlin, but lately he's been feeling down, he needed a bit of a break. Luckily for him, Dillon was more than happy to accompany him on this quest. If there was anyone who could pull him out of this mood it was Dillon. Practically everything they did together turned into an adventure. Dillon had those good looks and charm that women found irresistible, unlike Jack, who, although he possessed the same good looks, his shyness around women usually caused him to fade into the background next to Dillon's charisma. The mini vacation would be a welcome one.
But taking a break wasn't the only reason that Vegas so appealing. Fact was, if Dillon knew the real reason why Jack was going in the first place, he would never have allowed him on the plane.
A man got up from underneath the covers slowly and stood up, wearing only his boxers. Making his way to the bathroom a little down the hall, the door closed and silence fell on the condominium again. Only to be broken a couple seconds later with water pouring into the sink followed by some loud splashing. A moment’s silence followed again by the sound of water running but this time from the shower.
A couple minutes later the door to the bathroom opened causing a cloud of steam to emanate. The man followed shortly with a towel around his waist, he headed towards the bright living room.
Stopping right in front of the window, the world had greeted the man, a cold blustery day with a savage snow storm raging outside. "Shit" the man mumbled in a hoarse voice. Turning quickly he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on as he headed for the small kitchen adjacent to the living room. Dropping the remote on the kitchen table he grabbed the phone off the wall and punched in a phone number and headed towards the coffee maker.
"Yes, I'll hold"
He poured some fresh coffee grounds into the machine along with some water.
"I'm calling to find out about a flight" his voice clearing quite a bit as he woke up a bit more, "Flight 492 to Las Vegas, no it’s a private jet, yeah my name is Jack Fields."
"Its on time still? Even in this weather?... Thank you"
The second that he put down the receiver of the phone, its shrill ring sang out almost instantly. He quickly snatched it up while trying to balance the half brewed pot of coffee.
"Hello? Figured it’d be you"
"Yeah I’ve looked outside lately?"
Jack suppressed a grin as the panicked voice of his best friend filled his ear.
"Dillon, relax - we're still on. I called the airport. Just be ready for 8:30 - I'll see you there."
He hung up the phone and glanced around, poured himself a mug of coffee and took a sip. One of these days he'd really have to think about buying some furniture. He'd been living in the condo for over six months now but it looked like he just moved in yesterday.
Proceeding back to the bathroom to shave, he glanced in the mirror, his dark, tanned features looking back at him. He smiled. Being one of the best freelance writers in the business certainly did have its perks. Two days ago he was in sunny California doing a piece on an up and coming rock group for Thrash Magazine.
He ran a hand through his thick dark hair, his tired green eyes looking back at him. When the opportunity came up to do Vegas, he jumped at the chance. It was an exclusive interview with Heavyweight Champion Lance Jordan, before his highly publicized fight with Jake Tyler at the MGM Grand. Jordan's people had specifically requested that he personally do the interview. The gig would pay him well. After the job, he'd have a few days for a bit of R & R. Let's face it, work had been keeping him pretty busy since his split with Caitlin, but lately he's been feeling down, he needed a bit of a break. Luckily for him, Dillon was more than happy to accompany him on this quest. If there was anyone who could pull him out of this mood it was Dillon. Practically everything they did together turned into an adventure. Dillon had those good looks and charm that women found irresistible, unlike Jack, who, although he possessed the same good looks, his shyness around women usually caused him to fade into the background next to Dillon's charisma. The mini vacation would be a welcome one.
But taking a break wasn't the only reason that Vegas so appealing. Fact was, if Dillon knew the real reason why Jack was going in the first place, he would never have allowed him on the plane.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Chrismas Cheer - Part 3
Walking down the stark hallway that lead to the employee lounge mike couldn’t help but notice the wet footprints that Julie’s shoes were making in front of him. The cream color of the walls and floor had this sheen to them and making the wet slushy footprints stick out that much more on the floor. Looking up from Julie’s feet Mike noticed that she had a bit of a bounce to her step, like she was in a good mood all of a sudden. I guess you might as well be happy working on Christmas day, he’d taken the approach that he was better off here than at home, nothing to do at home and here you might be able to catch part of a movie if it was quiet enough which it was likely to be.
“Hey Jules, has John made up the pairings for today’s shift?” Mike asked coming to the end of the hall, turning and taking off his jacket. At the end of the hallway was an open closet that the employees hung up their jackets in the winter. Beside that was a very old style punch clock that helped the managers keep track of everyone’s hours.
“Not yet, I think he was waiting for everyone to show up. It’s been pretty dead so far, I think one couple came in about 15 minutes ago for that new James Bond flick. Have you seen that one yet?” Julie responded walking over to the table that sat in the middle of the lounge and sat down at one of the chairs.
Mike grabbed the punch card that had his name on it, put it into the slot of the machine and pulled the lever, “Not yet, last couple days before Christmas was pretty busy, I was hoping to catch pieces of if over the break. How about you?” Mike looked down at the card to inspect that everything was in order then put the card back into its slot. Then looked at who was working tonight, John was the manager, he usually was, then there was Julie, himself, Bobby, who was an overweight kid of maybe 15 who was completely lost when he was trying to do his job but he tried and was a decent enough kid. Then there was Michelle, a friend of Julie’s who took the job because of her and really didn’t care that much about it other than she got some extra coin to spend on clothes, finally there was Sue, the middle aged woman who ran the customer service desk, she was incredibly nice and always helped out the kids, “Not a lot of staff on today, “ Mike commented out loud though it was mostly an internal thought.
“Yeah, oh here comes John” Julie replied as she looked down the hall where a tall man in his early twenties was walking towards the open part of the lounge. He was wearing a black suit and a bright green and red Christmas tie.
Tags: cold,snow,Christmas,smoking,melancholy
“Hey Jules, has John made up the pairings for today’s shift?” Mike asked coming to the end of the hall, turning and taking off his jacket. At the end of the hallway was an open closet that the employees hung up their jackets in the winter. Beside that was a very old style punch clock that helped the managers keep track of everyone’s hours.
“Not yet, I think he was waiting for everyone to show up. It’s been pretty dead so far, I think one couple came in about 15 minutes ago for that new James Bond flick. Have you seen that one yet?” Julie responded walking over to the table that sat in the middle of the lounge and sat down at one of the chairs.
Mike grabbed the punch card that had his name on it, put it into the slot of the machine and pulled the lever, “Not yet, last couple days before Christmas was pretty busy, I was hoping to catch pieces of if over the break. How about you?” Mike looked down at the card to inspect that everything was in order then put the card back into its slot. Then looked at who was working tonight, John was the manager, he usually was, then there was Julie, himself, Bobby, who was an overweight kid of maybe 15 who was completely lost when he was trying to do his job but he tried and was a decent enough kid. Then there was Michelle, a friend of Julie’s who took the job because of her and really didn’t care that much about it other than she got some extra coin to spend on clothes, finally there was Sue, the middle aged woman who ran the customer service desk, she was incredibly nice and always helped out the kids, “Not a lot of staff on today, “ Mike commented out loud though it was mostly an internal thought.
“Yeah, oh here comes John” Julie replied as she looked down the hall where a tall man in his early twenties was walking towards the open part of the lounge. He was wearing a black suit and a bright green and red Christmas tie.
Tags: cold,snow,Christmas,smoking,melancholy
Monday, November 28, 2005
Chrismas Cheer - Part 2
Standing there in the cold and rain, huddled underneath the street lamp beside the theatre the lone person stood smoking, the pale blue smoke had a slight orange tinge to it from the light above. The man’s jacket shone in the misty rain and the fact that one of his hands was in his pocket clearly indicated that he was cold. To his right was the parking lot for the movie theatre, there was a grand total of three cars in it at the moment but it was still early, only around 4:30 and the evening traffic hadn’t really started yet, though being Christmas it wasn’t likely to be very busy at all.
Suddenly side door to the theatre popped open, and a girl stuck her head out to look at the light, she was wearing black pants and a bright blue shirt with a nametag. Noticing the figure under the light she ran towards him, “Hey Mike, can I get a drag?”
Mike looked over at the sound of the door opening even though he had been in his own little world he had heard it. Julie didn’t smoke very often; she mostly just bummed a drag off someone or the odd smoke. She was seventeen had a decent family, did well in school, didn’t party too much and was generally a pretty nice person. She always went for smokes with Mike even though she had a boyfriend of a year or so, though he didn’t seem to care that she occasionally flirted with him. “Hey Jules, yeah sure” Mike replied as he handed her the smoke.
“Merry Christmas.” Mike said in a bit of a monotonous tone, “Had a good one so far?”
Julie took a drag of the smoke, and hugged herself with her arms, “It’s been alright” her tone clearly said it had been not quite alright, but Mike decided not to push it just yet, that might involve another smoke and if he was cold Julie must be freezing.
Taking another drag off the smoke and handing it back to Mike Julie asked, “So how’s your Christmas been?”
Mike looked at her and matter of factly responded, “I’ve had better”, and then took a drag and as he exhaled, “Lets get inside you’ve got to be freezing and I should probably punch in”. With that they entered through the door Julie had come out, leaving the parking lot that much emptier.
Tags: cold,snow,Christmas,smoking,melancholy
Suddenly side door to the theatre popped open, and a girl stuck her head out to look at the light, she was wearing black pants and a bright blue shirt with a nametag. Noticing the figure under the light she ran towards him, “Hey Mike, can I get a drag?”
Mike looked over at the sound of the door opening even though he had been in his own little world he had heard it. Julie didn’t smoke very often; she mostly just bummed a drag off someone or the odd smoke. She was seventeen had a decent family, did well in school, didn’t party too much and was generally a pretty nice person. She always went for smokes with Mike even though she had a boyfriend of a year or so, though he didn’t seem to care that she occasionally flirted with him. “Hey Jules, yeah sure” Mike replied as he handed her the smoke.
“Merry Christmas.” Mike said in a bit of a monotonous tone, “Had a good one so far?”
Julie took a drag of the smoke, and hugged herself with her arms, “It’s been alright” her tone clearly said it had been not quite alright, but Mike decided not to push it just yet, that might involve another smoke and if he was cold Julie must be freezing.
Taking another drag off the smoke and handing it back to Mike Julie asked, “So how’s your Christmas been?”
Mike looked at her and matter of factly responded, “I’ve had better”, and then took a drag and as he exhaled, “Lets get inside you’ve got to be freezing and I should probably punch in”. With that they entered through the door Julie had come out, leaving the parking lot that much emptier.
Tags: cold,snow,Christmas,smoking,melancholy
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Chance Encounters (Short)
Frank sat and watched a red pickup drive past the window, a woman was driving it, it was a bright red color with the sun making it seem brighter still. The woman had looked into the store as she drove by, she was young in her early twenties, had auburn hair and was wearing sun glasses.
I wonder who she is? Frank though to himself, I wonder what she’s like, if she has a family, if she’s married. I wonder if I’d like to meet her? Frank had been pondering a question all day now and he had been sitting in the coffee shop all day thinking about it. He was wondering if it really made sense to meet new people and get to know them, especially women. If you get to know someone Frank argued with himself, you eventually get to know all the things about them you don’t like. Like his friend Tommy, well not really his friend. He started hanging out with him and it turned out that Tommy was talking about him behind his back to the guys at work. What a two faced son of a bitch.
Frank sighed, just then the door to the coffee shop opened and the bell on the door made a noise. Looking up Frank saw the woman from the pick up that had just passed. His eyebrow raised, did it make sense to get to know this person? All her secrets, good and bad. All her desires and goals for life, good and bad? All her thoughts?
Frank’s thought trailed and he started daydreaming. He daydreamt of getting up talking to this girl, getting her phone number, dating her, sleeping with her, getting married, kids, a house, a car, summers at the lake, then being betrayed by her adulterous ways and finally getting a divorce and sitting in this very coffee shop wondering if it was worth it. He was lost in thought when he heard a voice, “Excuse me?”
Startled Frank looked around to hear where the voice was coming from and it was the woman from the truck again, she was sitting in the pair of chairs opposite him. He looked back at her and tilted his head to one side and replied with a question, “yes?”
“I was just wondering what you were thinking about. When I sat down you were staring off into space smiling, then your expression changed to anger then to sadness and you were elsewhere the whole time”
“Well… “
“I hope I’m not intruding I was just curious, you don’t see that very often”
Frank studied her for a sec before answering, she was very attractive and her sunglasses were off her face and she had very beautiful blue eyes and she was smiling at him. “Well I was thinking about what the benefits of meeting a new person are, all the good and the bad, and I think I’ve come up with there is good but the risk is just not worth it… I don’t think”
Her expression changed from a smile to a more stern expression, “You should always want to meet new people, they provide you with insights and ideas you would never have come across yourself. Not to mention experiences that you could never have experienced yourself, those ideas and experiences will shape who you are and what you do, without them you could sit in this coffee shop wondering what ifs all day long every day of your life till you died.”
Frank thought about it, “That’s a very interesting point” He thought about his daydream for a sec and a different ending appeared, this one with a happy ending. “You know I think you might have a point at least its worth a try and I can see if it’s worth it later.” He got up and took his coffee and walked over to where the girl was sitting and stood beside her, “Hi, my name is Frank what’s yours?”
“Hi Frank, my name is Michelle. It never hurts to try something out, care to join me?” She looked up at him smiling and gesturing to the empty seat beside her. “You’ll always learn something new from someone new you meet.”
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I wonder who she is? Frank though to himself, I wonder what she’s like, if she has a family, if she’s married. I wonder if I’d like to meet her? Frank had been pondering a question all day now and he had been sitting in the coffee shop all day thinking about it. He was wondering if it really made sense to meet new people and get to know them, especially women. If you get to know someone Frank argued with himself, you eventually get to know all the things about them you don’t like. Like his friend Tommy, well not really his friend. He started hanging out with him and it turned out that Tommy was talking about him behind his back to the guys at work. What a two faced son of a bitch.
Frank sighed, just then the door to the coffee shop opened and the bell on the door made a noise. Looking up Frank saw the woman from the pick up that had just passed. His eyebrow raised, did it make sense to get to know this person? All her secrets, good and bad. All her desires and goals for life, good and bad? All her thoughts?
Frank’s thought trailed and he started daydreaming. He daydreamt of getting up talking to this girl, getting her phone number, dating her, sleeping with her, getting married, kids, a house, a car, summers at the lake, then being betrayed by her adulterous ways and finally getting a divorce and sitting in this very coffee shop wondering if it was worth it. He was lost in thought when he heard a voice, “Excuse me?”
Startled Frank looked around to hear where the voice was coming from and it was the woman from the truck again, she was sitting in the pair of chairs opposite him. He looked back at her and tilted his head to one side and replied with a question, “yes?”
“I was just wondering what you were thinking about. When I sat down you were staring off into space smiling, then your expression changed to anger then to sadness and you were elsewhere the whole time”
“Well… “
“I hope I’m not intruding I was just curious, you don’t see that very often”
Frank studied her for a sec before answering, she was very attractive and her sunglasses were off her face and she had very beautiful blue eyes and she was smiling at him. “Well I was thinking about what the benefits of meeting a new person are, all the good and the bad, and I think I’ve come up with there is good but the risk is just not worth it… I don’t think”
Her expression changed from a smile to a more stern expression, “You should always want to meet new people, they provide you with insights and ideas you would never have come across yourself. Not to mention experiences that you could never have experienced yourself, those ideas and experiences will shape who you are and what you do, without them you could sit in this coffee shop wondering what ifs all day long every day of your life till you died.”
Frank thought about it, “That’s a very interesting point” He thought about his daydream for a sec and a different ending appeared, this one with a happy ending. “You know I think you might have a point at least its worth a try and I can see if it’s worth it later.” He got up and took his coffee and walked over to where the girl was sitting and stood beside her, “Hi, my name is Frank what’s yours?”
“Hi Frank, my name is Michelle. It never hurts to try something out, care to join me?” She looked up at him smiling and gesturing to the empty seat beside her. “You’ll always learn something new from someone new you meet.”
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