Twilight After Dark
Category: Video Games GTA
By: AcidicLemons
Rating: Mature ---
A/N: Hello everyone. AcidicLemons, here. And I'm new. I'd like to thank you for so far conjuring up interest for my first 'fic on This story is going to be based on Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. I LOVE that game. And I thought it'd be cool to write a 'fic to it. I'm going to try to go by the storyline the best that I can, and not upset any hardcore gamers, but forgive me if I stray from the ordinary. I'd like honest reviews and encouragements. If you like it, I'd be more than glad to continue the storyline. If not, I'll move on to another 'fic. Thank you again, and please review.
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Disclaimer: I don't own, sadly, Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, and its respective characters. Rockstar North does. So please don't sue. I'm innocent in this, I swear. Oh, but Rox is mine. So if you'd like to use her, please ask me first.
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Chapter One: Vercetti, Meet Rox
He had awakened to live another day.
"Thank God," he muttered sarcastically.
Thomas Vercetti, better known as Tommy, sat up and rubbed the blaring sunlight from his eyes. Yes, he had made it another day alive. That just leaves an extra day to do the dirty work he's been doing for God knows how long.
"Another day another dollar," Vercetti scoffed, standing up to relieve a crick in his back. He headed for the bathroom, taking a glance in the mirror. "Tommy, you handsome joker, you. How many lucky ladies will it be, today?" Vercetti rubbed his scruffy 5 o'clock shadow. To shave or not to shave--that was the question.
He threw off his boxers and got into the shower for a quick rinse-off. The steamy water further woke him up, as he stepped out of the shower to get dressed for the day.
What was on the agenda today? Mass drinking at The Malibu? Dealing the illicit to the losers who practically lived on it? It may be both.
"Maybe I should think about breakfast, first," he thought aloud, deciding to head to a diner not far from his apartment.
Mam's Diner was a quiet, homely place to eat. Vercetti frequented it, for the simple reason of, he's not exactly "cook" material.
They sold some good stuff. All he needed was a plate of bacon and eggs, and he'd be set. The usual waitress knew his order by heart.
"Mr. Vercetti!" she would croon. "Your plate of fried pigs and over easy crackleberries, no"
"You got it," he'd chuckle.
This morning, the usual waitress didn't show up. It happened to be a young lass, who looked as if she held a sass to her style. She popped her gum as she approached Tommy.
"Good morning, sir," she drawled, as if she were bored. "What'd you like this happy godforsaken morning"
"The usual," he replied, eyeing her, unsure if she knew his usual or not.
"I'm sorry mister, I don't know what your usual is--I'm new here, so you'll have to bear with me."
Tommy read her nametag. Rox.
"Well uh, Rox," he said. "I'm usually for the over easy eggs, and bacon plate"
"Mmhmm, and coffee?" she scribbled on the pad.
"Good guess," Vercetti replied. "Very lucky"
"…" Rox resented the urge to roll her eyes and repeated the order back to him. "Anything else, sir"
"Nah. That'll be all." He set the $5.95 on the table. "I've come here enough to know the total"
"Yeah, yeah…" Rox picked up the money and headed to the kitchen.
A feisty one, indeed.
A few moments later, the new waitress came back with the order in hand.
"Hmm. Two over easy eggs, and some bacon. And your coffee." She sat it all down, in perfect order.
"Shouldn't you say it, you know, like Mam does?" Vercetti grinned a bit.
"What"
"Like Mam," he repeated. "You know, the old diner talk. I like it"
"Look--" She placed her hands on her hips. "I'm not into this stuff. I need the money to support myself. So if you're looking for that old 'pigs on a plate' stuff I hear in the kitchen, well then, I suggest you go pull up a chair in there." Her finger pointed towards the kitchen area.
"Spike a nerve, did I?"
"A little." Rox pulled a piece of her long brown hair out of her face. "Now, anything else"
"Yeah. Where is Mam, by the way?" Tommy took a bite of his bacon.
"Mam? You mean you haven't heard?" Rox sounded exasperated. "She got killed"
"What?" Vercetti's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean, 'she got killed"
"She. Was. Murdered." Rox popped her gum. "Would you like me to spell that out for you"
"I understood you--it was a shock, smartass." He was starting not to like Rox.
"Sorry." She looked around for any new customers, or any hoarding, beggared ones--then sat down at his table. Her brown eyes stared at his. "Mam was killed three days ago. I still can't see how you didn't know that. It was all in the news"
"I don't watch much news," he shrugged. For reason that he didn't want to see his own picture on the television screen.
"Well--" She got a bit more comfortable. "Rumor has it that some drug-body was working in the kitchen here for Mam." She looked around. "His name was Walt. He quit right after some gang ambushed her home and killed her. Somehow they thought that she was involved. She never had a chance." Rox sighed. "But a couple of jobs opened up here, and so, I had to get it while I could. No disrespect to her, but a girl's gotta make her money--without resorting to the inevitable many do 'round Vice"
"Hmm." Tommy shrugged. So he met up with a few of the "inevitables"
"So here I am. And you know now that Mam's dead"
"…" He finished a few bites before talking again. "Something half-assed is always going on around here"
"Yeah." Rox nodded.
"I must say, I know quite a few people in Vice City, but I've never seen your face"
"I grew up here," she replied stiffly. "And if that's your idea of a pick-up line, I'd like to see you try again"
"Pick-up line? I get right to the point," Vercetti chuckled.
"Is that so? Arrogant character?" she smiled. A first.
"I wasn't even hitting on you"
"How couldn't you?" Rox could be the egotistic character as well.
"Hmm," Tommy shrugged.
"I guess I'll be seeing you more often than I want to," Rox said. "You talking about the diner talk and all"
"You will"
"Except, try not to let your need for me overflow so much." She pursed a smile. "I'm up here." She pointed to her face, and stood and walked away, disappearing behind the kitchen doors.
"Damn," Tommy smirked to himself. "Now there's a woman you've got to have."
Vercetti left his table very satisfied, very filled. His hunger curved, he left Rox a nice gift behind the salt shaker and headed on out.
Rox watched him leave through the window, eager to know what he'd placed on the table? His number? She thought to herself. A little desperate already.
She picked up the green note, folded neatly. Unfurled, it was a hundred dollar bill. "Get outta here," she muttered, looking after the silhouette of the mysterious man walking down the sidewalk.
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End! So how'd you like it, eh? Was it too much? Was Vercetti too OCC, as you call it, or did I hit the hammer on the head evenly? And did you like the OC, Rox? I can't even say that I did, but I am satisfied with where this story is going. So please, review, and let me know what you think. ) Signing out…
AcidicLemons
