"NORMA!" George yelled at a very intoxicated Norma. She was walking or more like dancing down the sidewalk as if she was an Ukrainian dancers.
"Bet, you never seen these moves before." The brunette twirled around elegantly under the intoxicated circumstances. "I used to do this as a kid."
A man in a suit further down the same side walk watched the couple while he held an arm across his waist. He had been trying to hail a taxi when he heard a man yelling. He cursed under his breath when one passed him up while his focus was elsewhere.
"Norma, please. People will see. Get yourself together. Paps are looking for anything." George fussed, looking around as he walked backwards. Every step he took he kept getting closer to the man in the suit.
"Who cares?" Norma stopped dancing and walked seductively towards George. She ran a hand down his arm and smirked lazily.
"You would. And the press would." George said holding Norma off him at arm's length when she began getting too touchy.
"Taxi!" The man in the suit yelled and stepped somewhat in the road to get the yellow cabs attention. It worked. He walked over to the cab and was about to get in when...
"Thank God!" George yelled to the sky rushing and directing Norma into the opened cab door. " You don't mind, do you?" He asked turning towards the equally tall man.
"Actually, I do." The guy in the suit grabbed George's arm with his unoccupied hand and pulled him back. "Ass wipe."
"No, fighting in my cab!" the cab driver yelled at the men watching them from his driver's seat.
"Hey!" George jerked his arm out of his grasp. "Get off me! Come on Norma. Give this jerk back his cab."
The stranger nearly about to slam Gorges head in the back window of the car when Norma stuck her head out and looked between the guys.
"It's fine, George. It's fine." Norma said buzzing, then she looked at the handsome man in the suit. "Right? We can share?"
"Norma." George tried to be hush hush about his opinion on sharing a taxi with this aggressive stranger.
The guy in the suit shrugged his shoulders as he got into the cab next to the blonde who patted the seat next to her. He looked at George like he wanted to wring his neck before slamming the door.
Norma lean her head back against the backseat as if it was too heavy in her drunken state. George walked behind the cab towards the empty highway and got in
on the opposite side, putting her in the middle.
"See. We can all fit." She lifted her head and looked at the cab driver. "Proceed."
"Glad y'all have it all together. Y'all know where y'all going?" The cabbie asked impatiently. It ran out on his last run when he picked up another round of drunken people.
"Yeah." George said quickly "Bates Hotel."
The cabbie began to drive and silence fell over the cab until Norma turned to look at the stoic stranger between her slit eyelids. Feeling her stare be looked out the window and when he couldn't take it anymore, he looked at her.
"Yeah."
"Your kinda handsome." Norma said smirking, "Even with the eyeliner. It works."
George chuckled in the corner, feeling his manhood returned in just one sentence.
"I don't wear make up." He gruff out.
"Since George stole your cab, I might as well introduce myself. Norma." Norma said trying to catch a better view of his face but street lights that they passed on the street gave her no justice.
"Stoic." He murmured.
"Stoic." Norma asked squinting in disbelief, as she admired his dark persona.
"I've heard that name before." George said from his side of the taxi. "You were in ring last night, right? Stoic Romero."
"No." Romero lied easily.
Norma watched Romero face as he looked aggravated by George.
"We're here. Bates Hotel, right? Who's paying?" The cabbie asked.
Romero threw a couple 20s through the window and got out of the cab before George could question him even more about the match. Norma watched the man make a mad dash from the sidewalk into her hotel lobby then out of her sight.
"You do know who that was, right?" George asked her as he help her out of the taxi so she wouldn't fall in her tall heels.
"Your kidding. Didn't he win last night's match." Norma said somewhat sobering up, with the acknowledgement. "I hope nobody saw us together. God forbid Sam needs any more ammunition for this damn divorce bullshit."
….
Romero walked into his hotel suite removing his suit jacket. He let it fall on the floor before entering the double doors to his bedroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the bruises from last night's match on his ribs and across his stomach. He grimaced as he touched a couple of them.
He threw off his shirt, walked over to his bar and pour himself a scotch and down it. He poured another almost overflowing his glass and carried it with him as he made his way to the couch. He looked through the window at the dark sky as he nursed his drink.
He had been sitting for about 15 minutes before he fell asleep. He jumped when he heard a knock on his door. He waited not moving where he was slouched on the ouch, hoping whoever it was would walk but the knock continued.
He door swung open after he turned the knob to reveal a hungover blonde. The same blonde that stole cab ride well her boyfriend did. She smirked, looking at him before dark sunglasses, seeing him shirtless, his six pack was decorated in black and blue bruises.
"Romero."
"Norma." he says back as she walked in pass him making sure her front brushed against his
