Dislcaimer: The characters and plotlines in this fanfiction are borrowed from the show One Life to Live property of ABC and the fim Breakfast at Tiffany's property of Paramount Productions, I make no claim nor profit.
PROLOGUE: BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY'S
The taxi cab pulled up in front of Tiffany's Jewelry Store amidst the quiet lull of early Sunday morning, about the only time there was quiet to be found on Fifth Avenue. A stylishly-dressed blonde stepped out of the cab and gracefully strode to the display window of the world famous jeweler. Pulling a fresh pastry out of the plain white bag she carried, she washed down a bite with the strong coffee one can only find in the greatest city on Earth. As her sunglass-covered eyes meandered over the dazzling display of lush consumerism she enjoyed the warm, comfortable glow that only Tiffany's brought her, a stark contrast to the exciting yet turbulent bacchanalia which she had partaken in through the night. Her nervous mood dispelled as always when she came here, the lady climbed back into the cab, ordering the driver to take her home.
-
It was a good thing she had taken her little detour to Tiffany's to bring her thoughts back to Earth because an unwanted relic from the past evening's revelries awaited her outside the brownstone apartment building she resided at. She remembered his face, though not his name, and also remembered his overbearing, clingy personality which set him comfortably into her 'rat pack', gentlemen to be used for financing a night's entertainment before being quickly and quietly disposed of. Seeing him running towards her, she rushed into the building, but unfortunately did not find her keys quickly enough to avoid the inevitable scene.
"Hey, what's your problem babe?" The rat demanded as he grabbed her arm in the foyer near the mailboxes. "What'd you ditch me for?"
"I didn't ditch you Mr. Smith!" She realized she had forgotten her keys and thoughtlessly rang Roxy's buzzer again, hoping the older woman was awake and sober enough to let her in.
"My name's Berman! A.J. Berman! You liked me, remember? I bought you dinner and drinks, along with those friends of yours, right? You know the ones with the bottomless stomachs!"
The blonde smiled smugly at him. "Yes, you're such a sweetheart! I can't wait to see you again, but I'm just so tired!" The door clicked and she squirmed out of his arms and in towards salvation.
"Hey, I spent a lot of money on you! Even fifty dollars for that cab you drove up in! You like me right, everyone likes me, I'm a likable guy! Now it's your turn to pay up!" He followed her inside the building and up the stairs, still gripping her arm.
"Lovin' 'em and leavin' 'em again, huh baby?" asked a husky, amused voice from the door of the first floor apartment. "You never change." The young lady looked down in wry amusement at Roxy in her silk robe grinning up at her and the rat like the Cheshire Cat.
"You like me! Come on, I deserve something for tonight!" huffed Mark, ignoring Roxy.
"I absolutely adore you Mr. Bore-Man! But I'm just so tired, why don't we meet later at the Hamilton Club!" The young lady squeezed into her apartment shooting a dazzling, if insincere smile at the rat.
"That club's been shut down for two years!"
"Perfect! See you there!" The blonde shut the door with quick, practiced speed leaving her former benefactor fuming in the hallway.
"Damn stinkin' tramp!"
"Ah, don't let it get to ya, babe!" Roxy smiled up at the frowning man. She threw a card up at him as he walked back down the steps which landed at his feet.. "Here's my number. I'm much lower maintenance than the kid, trust me! I'll show ya the time of yer life!" With a gleeful laugh she stumbled back into her apartment to continue sleeping off last night's drinking fest.
"Old skank..." muttered Mark the rat, still disappointed. With a huff he made to leave, but then stopped, turned back and looked at the card on the steps. Shrugging, he turned back and picked it up. "Ah, what the hell." Leaving with a little bit of a spring in his step, he walked out to his car.