Frank Miller's

Sin City

It's just another night at kadie's. Nancy. Hot Damn. But everyone knows to keep away from her. Everyone keeps their hands to themselves. They've seen what happens when you don't. Nancy's got a guardian angle… that goes by the name of Marv. Most people think Marv is crazy. He just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. He'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield, singing an ax into somebody's face. Or in a roman arena taking a sword to another gladiators like him. They'd have tossed him girls like Nancy back then.

Marv- "Dwight, haven't seen you in a dog's age, pal. You been out of town?"

Dwight- "No, Just busy man. And you?"

Marv- "You know Dwight, same old, same old."

I give Marv a nod and smirk. Marv's a guy you've got to be careful around.

Dwight- "You take care, Marv."

He doesn't mean any harm, but he cause's plenty.

Marv- "Boy, that Nancy sure is something…"

The poor slob. I order a couple shots of whisky, then just settle on ginger ale. I sit and stare for the better part of an hour. She's late, like she always is… and like always, she's worth the wait. Another hour goes by, still no sign of her. My longing is no longer lasting when I see her.

Shellie- "Dwight, is that you?"

Dwight- "…Shellie"

Shellie- " Look at who's back from the dead! It's been six month, Dwight. Six months and not so much as a lousy phone call."

Dwight- " Sorry. I'm a real jerk."

Shellie- " Your lost."

Shellie leaves and moves onto to serve some drunk. Dizzy Dames.

Shellie- " So what will it be Marv?"

Marv- " Shot and brew, Shellie and keep them coming."

Shellie- " Sure, now you take it slow."

Marv- " Boy that Nancy, sure is something…"

Kadie- " Whatever you say, Marv. Just now changing the keg, Shellie. Any of those cowboys lays a hand on you, you give me the word."

Shellie- " Sure thing babe."

I watch Shellie move from table to table. If only I could tell her. Tell her that all this time I wasted was for nothing. Waist of my time. Waste on Ava. Everything she's done, all those years. Damien Lord. After 4 years, she runs off with that rich creep. I'm such an asshole. I order another drink. Not a ginger ale. Time goes on, I drink more. I'm such an asshole.

Shellie- "Dwight- - Look at you. You're a mess!"

Dwight- " Guess I went crazy today…I'm so sorry, I'm such a jerk."

Shellie- " You ain't doing yourself no good, getting all drunk like this. I'll drive you home."

Shellie shouts something I can't quite make over the racket of a passing police car. Some guy tried to cut her off, what a pansy. We pull up to her apartment. I'm too drunk to walk so Shellie helps me out. What a sweet girl. The clock reads two-in-the- morning, I'm pretty sober, but I can still the alcohol. She fixes me a pretty descent steak. What a sweet girl.

Shellie- "How was it, the steak, how was it?"

Dwight- " Good, real good, thank you but you didn't have to, but thank you. You're the best."

The wind rises in wild guests, rattling the windows. We stare at each other for the better part of the hour. I can still feel that she's a bit mad at me. She graves my plate to wish it--

Dwight- " --No"

It seem that the whole world stops that very moment. Before long her hatred's spent but she won't let go. We kiss and she coaxes me. The fire grows again. She calls me every foul name there is. I'm dragged to the ground by a jungle cat. She devours me and I thank her for it. She chants my name. She makes it seem like music, like a chant to some dark lord. We sob and shivel and brawl out loud like a couple of snot- nosed kids. We melt together. The shudder runs through both of us as I scream her name.

She owns me.

Body and Soul.

The End