I FIGURE THIS BITCH HAS HAD ITS TIME FOR LONG ENOUGH.
So I'm going to sit the fuck down and write things, and then fucking post them.
FUCK YOU WRITER'S BLOCK I AM FIGHTING BACK NOW
Feel free to read it, too.
Have A Fun Night
I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering. It was the first time I’d ever been in a club, and it was bizarre. Something about the overly loud music and shifting lights made the atmosphere feel completely different from what I was used to, made me feel like a different person and made me want to join all the other people on the dance floor and find myself a woman to grind her body against me.
“Jeff, snap out of it,” a voice said, and I turned to face my boss, Arthur. He had a hand on my shoulder that I hadn’t noticed, and was looking at me like I’d just spilled juice all over his suit. “We’re not here so you can stare at the dance floor.”
“Right, sorry sir,” I mumbled, and realized after the fact that it was probably drowned out by the music. Nevertheless he understood my intention, because he nodded seriously and started walking, which I took as a sign to follow.
He took us to and passed the bar, opened a door and brought us out of the public area and into the inner workings of the club itself. A few flight of stairs headed downwards, and we were in a large and mostly empty boiler room, or what looked like it. In the middle of it all were two men wearing suits, along with some sports bags on the ground beside them.
Arthur walked up to them, barely even giving them a nod of recognition, and looked down at the bags. I was behind him and didn’t see it, but his next words really made me think he had a frown on his face.
“This isn’t even half of what was expected. What the hell is happening to production?”
The suit guys shared a quick look, and one of them stepped up.
“Some issues have been cropping up. Issues that we’re not exactly eager to share with, well,” he said while he turned to look at me with disgust, “muscle.”
I made fists with my hands and bit my teeth down. Arthur, on the other hand, turned around to face me, pulled out a roll of cash from inside his coat and threw it at me. I caught it, but just barely.
“Go upstairs, have a few drinks. If I end up needing you, I’ll find you. If not, have a good night,” he said, and he turned around to face the suited men again, his business done. I took the cash and made my own exit, leaving the secretive men behind. Not being nosy is the first thing people look for when hiring in my line of business.
I found my way back to the club proper, and the first thing I did was get myself a drink. I wasn’t familiar with the lingo, so I just asked for something strong. Somehow, being shrugged off by my boss had dulled the club atmosphere and made me lose my willingness to go dancing. I felt only like myself.
Just as I considered leaving to go to an underground casino where I could waste my new money, a woman locked eyes with me from across the room. She was heavily tanned, had brown hair in a ponytail and was maybe half a foot shorter than me, which made her damn tall for a woman. She was also the most dressed woman I’d seen in the club so far.
But that’s not what hit me when I saw her. She had an eye patch over her right eye, a small patch of leather disturbing what would have been a symmetrical face. I couldn’t speak for anyone else, but I found it striking.
After having spotted me, she found her way through a few people and sat down next to me. She ordered a drink of her own, and didn’t say anything until it had come to her.
“You don’t look like you’re having fun,” she said calmly, taking a sip out of her clear drink. She didn’t even turn to face me, giving only her drink her full attention.
“I didn’t choose to have this face,” I answered, taking a sip of my own drink, which was a light brown. I mirrored her own actions, and didn’t turn to face her either.
“If you had, I’d have hoped your parents would have talked you out of it,” she added, sounding completely serious. She broke that impression by flashing me a tiny, crooked smile at the end, barely noticed through my peripheral vision.
“They could have tried, but I didn’t choose to have a hard head either. I was just born with it,” I said, and she snickered.
“Got a name, big guy?” she asked, before taking down a large portion of her drink. She turned to face me, and I did the same.
“You can call me Jeff,” I answered, “you?”
“Kat, but only if I like you,” she said, the tiniest edge of a smile on her face.
“And how do I get you to like me?” I asked, a smile creeping up on my lips as well.
“Let’s get out of this place first, Jeff, and then we’ll see,” she said, and I took that as a signal to down my drink.
Call me an optimist, but I was pretty sure I’d just scored.
It looked like patience wasn’t her virtue, because as soon as we’d walked into a back alley she was all over me. She dragged my head down and forced her lips onto mine, and in an instant we’d gotten into tongues. Her body pressed against mine, and my hands gained minds of their own and started going all over her, groping and grabbing at everything they could.
She broke off for a moment, and the very act stunned me by itself. I looked down at her, and she had the fiercest smile I’d ever seen. Her one eye looked hazy, and her breath came erratically and sounded somehow erotic to me.
“I’m not used to looking up to my men, you know,” she said, before becoming a blur. I’d barely noticed what happened before I was on the ground, flat on my back. She straddled me, and I could have sworn that she’d just let out a pleased growl. “Much better.”
My confusion lasted as long as her abstinence and by the time we were kissing again, my hands had firmly settled on her pants, trying as hard as they could to remove them. I’d unzipped her jeans and was pulling them down when she gave me more than a split-second pause again.
“I think I’ll let you call me Kat, yeah. I’d even let you do a lot more to me,” she said, her face incredibly close to my own. My neck craned up in an effort to keep our furious tongue battle, but she got even further at the attempt. “But I have business to take care of.”
Before what she said had even registered in my mind, she had pulled out a massive knife from her leather biker coat and had it propped up against my neck. Whatever excitation I’d been feeling cooled at the touch of the cold steel, and my hands let her pants go.
“Where’s the meth, Jeff?” she asked, her face suddenly unreadable stone. I mulled over her statement, and pieces came together like magnets.
“You’re the one disturbing production,” I said, more as a confirmation than anything. She smiled playfully at me in response, but her knife never left my throat. “I can’t tell you. Nobody hires a snitch.”
“Try honest employment. I think a strip club might suit you, myself,” she said, her free hand pulling her pants back up.
“Too scary a face for that,” I said, and she pushed her knife further against my throat, and I felt a cut opening. “If I tell you, they’ll kill me.”
“They’ll never know it’s you.”
“Not too many people know the drop off point. All fingers would be pointed in one direction,” I said, before letting out a big sigh.
“Let me put it this way: either you die here, or you run and maybe live,” she said, and the way her lips went up at the edges told me that she wasn’t kidding. Her proposition wasn’t unreasonable, that was for sure.
“The basement of the club here,” I said, and she turned her head curiously.
“What, this place here? Huh,” she said, and her one visible eyebrow furrowed. “I guess I was pretty close.”
She got off of me and properly buttoned up her pants, and the knife disappeared once again.
“So Kat, you do this to all the guys you want info out of?” I asked, getting up off the ground myself. I rubbed at my neck, and my hand didn’t come away too bloody. I wagered that was a good sign.
“Only the ones I like, and what can I say, I like tall men with strong faces,” she said with a smile. “Tell you what, stick around and manage not to get killed, and we can finish what we started.”
I was tempted. I didn’t often get a girl to be so excited around me, because of my line of work and my face. All the same, I shook my head. “Better get out of town. Arthur’s not the big boss, and I want to be long gone once he figures it all out.”
“Shame,” she said, before walking back to the door we’d come out of. It seemed like the model that locked once they closed, but a key ring happened to be stopping the door from fully closing, allowing Kat easy access. She opened the door, but first she turned around to look at me one last time.
“Don’t worry, Jeff. I’m not the only woman out there who likes scarred faces,” she said with what looked like a wink. It was hard to tell.
“And I’m not the only guy around who’ll find that eye patch hot,” I blurted out, and I couldn’t help but smile. I sobered up quickly enough, though. “Seriously though, you’re not a cop. Why are you after these guys?”
“I just never destroyed an entire criminal organization by myself before,” she said with a shrug. “I figured I’d take on the challenge, and see if I get out in one piece. Life’s all about living it, after all.”
“Well sorry, I prefer having a life to live,” I said, and our little moment was over.
We didn’t say ‘goodbye’ or ‘see you around.’ We both just turned around and walked away, moving towards what we’d decided.