It is five days before New Years Eve in Peyote and the warm climate has their populated city ready for a new year. People going to stores to shop for food, drinks, and decors. But unless your name is, Russell Madison, owner of the Madison Citadel hotels that are spanning worldwide sleep is on the agenda for the duel duty for this homosexual.
Sleeping in his deceased parents home, the young man dress in a white unbutton shirt with a loosen dark green tie, black boxer briefs, and white socks. Russell is just plopped down on the queen size bed next to his pudgy Bulldog, Chimichanga who is snoring as loud as a roaring lion, where the home owner was too tired to get undress all the way, is currently tossing and turning.
"Whisper, your days as a hero is finally over," On top of Madison Citadel, a female hiding in the night's shadow spoke across the building to the Soul Sleeper, "you are nothing more than a demon yourself. What makes you so different?" Holding up a Desert Eagle.50 AE, the shadow assassin shoots Whisper directly in the heart.
Standing up, the hero's white shirt stained with blood that is dripping from the heart. Cupping his fingerless gloves, Whisper's black fingernails hands, stain with blood before falling forward to his death.
Rapidly leaning forward off the bed, the shaken Russell Madison awakens from a cold sweat, heart pounding, heaving breathing, nightmare. Worse yet, the hotel heir fears if it was another of those visions as perviously encountered. Finger combing his thick brown curl hair back, the British-Puerto Rican American born put on his Buddy Holly glasses from the bedpost groaned at the realistic of the nightmare.
Taking his dress pants which was hanging on the end of the bed, Russell reached in pockets to take out his Orbit Smartphone. Scrolling through the contacts, the groggy non morning person called up his best friend Aubrey "Dante" Durante, "Come on, answer already." Grumbling impatiently for Dante to answer, Russell has another incoming call from the other line, "yeah, who is it?"
Not knowing who it is, Russell's calm voice deepens slightly, "Well, look who has gone through puberty finally, my old good friend Russell. How've you been buddy? I haven't seen you since college." With an Italian accent on the other line, the still sleepy homeowner realize who it was and is not too happy about it.
"Ocean, Ocean LaPerla my old college roommate. It's been awhile." Stretching his growing muscular arms out, Russell accidentally bops his bulldog's face which he wakes up to the slight hit. "Oh, sorry, did I hurt you; sorry boy." Rubbing his short face of his pet, the animal lover kissed Chimichanga's nose, "so what brings you to call me so early?" In reality it is only ten minutes to eight, but the night owl is far from an morning person.
Laughing on the other line, Ocean cleared his throat with a bottle of wine, "Well my lovely girlfriend, Dior spotted your friend's fashion blog for pets and wanted to know if Khris is interested." Rolling over to the side, Russell nudge his transgender lover up, "but you know, if I called at bad time I could back later." Mumbling, the fashionable one takes the phone which it is being offered as the owner gets up after putting on his Buddy Holly glasses.
"Hi, is this Khris? Hi I'm Ocean LaPerla and I am calling on behalf of my wonderful girlfriend to see if you are interested in working for her," Ruffling his milk chocolate hair color, Russell looked over to baffled Cherry who is overwhelm by the good news, "like I told your man, I can call back later,"
"No! I mean, is that I accept the job," muffled with surprise and angered as the hotel heir has his faux cashmere turtleneck sweater like a ninja mask, the bleach blonde, forearm cherry tattoo, neon pink contact lens, baby blue tank top, white booty short, "so can we meet a Gurbe's this after at three?"
Pulling down the sweater, Russell pulled up his blue jeans with a stern look yanking the phone back. "See you then," with a bellow tone, the upset young man clicked over to the other line, "Cherry, go and check on Venus in the other room while I talk to Aubrey," Popping out his outrageous eyes, the transgender angrily got off the bed to go to the next room, "sorry for the delay, Khris was using my cellphone. But look, I didn't call you for that, but a nightmare vision I had."
"What was it about?" Sitting in the kitchen table, the dark boxer briefs, matching color robe, with a plastic spoon on his bottom lip to bite the cigarette craving, "You guys got into a fight and got killed?" The dark humor blonde attorney put down the spoon noticed there was no smart ass response from Russell, "look, I am sorry. Usually your more relax and let anything go."
Sighing heavily, the green eyes hotel owner, "Well, after the nightmare I revived a call for Khris and you will never believe who it was. Remember Ocean LaPerla? Well, his girlfriend; probably one of many, called on her behalf for admiring Khris' work so much she offered a job for him."
Tapping the plastic spoon on the table Aubrey jeered, "so, what's the big deal; you're not jealous are you?" Unable to fight his cravings, the addict took out a cigarette box out of his robe pocket instead,
"No you idiot, let me finish. I had a vision earlier that consist of a woman that assassinated me as Whisper." Puffing out the smoke, Aubrey's ice baby blue eyes opened just a little bit to get the stoic show interest by clearing his gruff throat , "finally you showed emotions that doesn't consist anything sexual. Look, I am going to go to Gurbe's with Cherry later this afternoon; you're more than welcome to come."
Tapping the ashes on the ash tray, Aubrey pretended to think about it for a moment, "I sure hope that was a rhetoric question. I'll bring the girls along if that's fine or would that be too suspicious?" Looking over his shoulder, Aubrey quickly hid the cigarette and tray to back tapping the plastic spoon.
"You can't cover up the scent, Dante." Passing by her dark purple satin and lilac fuzzy slippers, the cheeky Elenore passed by her man by kissing him on cheek, "Tell Mayo I said good morning. By the way, Papillion has been up; finishing up the video game she's been working on." Pouring herself a cup of coffee, the wild raven color dark hair once hussy drinks her hot beverage as she pulled up a seat next to Dante.
Rolling his green eyes, Russell was able to hear Elenore due both ends are on speakers, "Good morning to you 'Nore." Not liking the fact someone outwitted him, the relaxed hotel owner laces up his dark green sneakers, "so do we have a breakfast date or what? That is of your girls won't get jealous." Laughing to himself, Cherry came back to the room to address Venus is still sleeping, "keep her company, Aubrey and I are going to Gurbe's."
"What? I was gonna make breakfast." Gelling his bleach blonde hair, Cherry crossed his thin arms, "bet Gurbe's can't even make my french toast, turkey bacon, and scramble eggs sandwich. Oh well, I am sure Venus will enjoy it, spoil brat" Storming down down stairs with heavy steps, the transgender headed to the kitchen to start cooking.
Putting a suit grey jacket over himself, Russell yelled angry, "I won't because I am a vegan!" Huffing to himself, the young homosexual told Aubrey to meet him in thirty minutes, "if somewhere in your selfless body cares, I am leaving right now." Running down the stairs to the living room, Russell took his wooden handle umbrella and keys before the slamming the door which cause few pots and pans to fall over.
"Damn it, Russell!" With the rain pouring, the upset billionaire open his umbrella expressing a fake smile on the way out from Cherry's yelling to inside one of his sporty antique car; a 1953 powder blue Oldsmobile Festive which belonged to British Air Force veteran Jared Madison, Russell's father.
Having the original design from when it was first made, the hotel owner of Madison Citadel pull down the umbrella, placing in the passenger seat, and put on the radio after starting up the car, "In entertainment news: Fashion model and animal rights activist, Dior Arnault will be hosting Peyote's charity along side fellow activist Russell Madison tonight." Banging his head on the car horn, Russell gripe the stirring wheel tightly, with a loud moan denotes he has forgotten completely. "and now, the sports. Trojan Tiger defends his title," turning the knob for the radio to be turn off Russell kept banging head.
"Ow," Rubbing his head, the driver clutch the car in gear, "I guess I am no man of steel," checking his cellphone, Russell notices the time, "great, I am late." Pulling out of the driveway, the young billionaire drove off to the local diner temporary forgetting his grim nightmare. "I'll apologize to Cherry with a surprise."
Finally getting up, Venus Lovebird, the pink skin alien from Rkeeo stretches her long skinny limbs, "What's with all the slamming, yelling, and crashing?" Putting on the disguise glasses that her mother gave Venus to transform into the Indian teenager, "it's way too early for all this commotion, Cherry." Walking up the wooden stairs, the transgender went up to check up on Venus once again who is getting dress in her Bollywood appeal which is from Allure's Red Ticket across from their favor diner, Gurbe's.
Minding his own business, Cherry opens the door on clothes changing on the alien, "Whoa!" Screaming, Venus throws a pillow at the neon color lover's face, "I didn't see anything!" In reality he did see a glimpse of her breast while shutting the door. "By the way, breakfast will be finish soon."
Downstairs the basement of Aubrey's home, Papillion the technology expert and game designer finishes up her video game with the homeowner leaning over, "Are you finished?" Changing into a fitting grey suit, brown with tiny polka dots tie, and matching color dress shoes. Looking up, the Japanese American girlfriend smiled with a panda designed cup of cappuccino in hand, "Even though this is 8bit game I am very impressed by it."
"Thank you Dante!" Hugging her boyfriend tightly with one arm, Papillion's bright smile reflected to the stoic blonde, "but what do you mean by, 'even though'? Isn't that good enough?" Checking out his wrist phone, Dante knew he was late but made time for his girl so he kissed her cheek goodbye. Frowning at the sight, Papillion kissing right back, with him promising he will talk more about it later on. "But I wanted you to be the first to play it."
Walking up the stairs heavily and lighting up a cigarette, Dante never looked back only without feeling any remorse for leaving the peppy young woman alone in the dark, "did you forget? We have Russell's charity ball to attend tonight. I'll play the game tomorrow, love you Papillion." Blowing the smoke out, it lingers its way down the stairs causing the upset, cold, empty girlfriend cough.
Still in stain pajamas, Elenore watches with corner of her blue violet eyes Dante walking by in a cold demeanor out the door. Leaving the home just like his present; cold and silence. Leaning on the kitchen table chair, the former streetwalker pondered about Dante's recent graduation added more stress. "Papi," shouting to her bestie, "could you come upstairs and help me out with some things?"
Moping up the stairs, the discouraged game designer held on to the wobbly stair handle, "Of course Nore." Noticing how Papillion's jubilant personality is drained, Elenore with genuine interest asked about the video game, "wait, I thought? Nevermind! Come on!" Pulling on her best friend's arm, the two went down like a couple of little girls on Christmas morning. "You'll not like it, you'll love it!"
Already waiting outside of Gurbe's front doors underneath his umbrella is Russell Madison, "Do you want come in now?" A chubby middle age white woman hostess from the diner asked once again if the regular customer would like to come in now, "I am sure you can wait for your friend just the same as inside. Don't want ya catching a cold or getting sick." Smiling at the hostess kind offer, the billionaire crossed his leg while standing up as spots Dante's modern era car driving to the diner's parking lot which located in the back which lead him to head inside.
Flicking out his cigarette at the diner's outside ash trash, Dante went in with a soaked head. Waving his painted black finger nails, tan hand over so his best friend can spot him easier, "hey handsome, over here! I have an extra seat for you to come over." Embarrassing the actor, model appeal young millionaire in his own rights, walks over to Russell who uses a napkin to wave Dante over, "You-hoo, big boy I'm waiting."
The jaded music lover who is also known as Whisper makes light of the his situation while Dante pulls up a chair. "So, you've invited me for breakfast to be embarrassed in public? You're such a Prince Charming." A young black waiter dressed in the diner's 50's inspired pink and black theme colors comes with a pot of coffee in hand asking the two friends if they'd like a cup. Putting his finger up, Dante noted he would like one while Russell politely declined. Pouring the drink, both men waited for the waiter to dismiss himself to start their conversation.
"I love it when your cheeky with me; its smashing." Jabbing at his own British heritage, Russell sarcastically grinned widely showing his pearly whites, Dante slipping his hot beverage, "no really," laughing to himself to stay mellow, "it's just I came to a conclusion with that nightmare and with Khris' newest job offer. Coincident? If I was just an ordinary person fine; but I'm not. And lastly tonight is that charity event. Again, coincident? I think not." Finishing up his end of the topic, the heavy hostess came to both men with a check in hand.
Speed walking her way to the table which both gentlemen are seated, "Excuse me, Russell." Flapping her short blonde hair in curls, the pink pumps, skirt, and v top, has a check in hand, "I have something to give you." Quickly changing his expression, Russell got up as Dante chuckled to himself while drinking his coffee seeing the husky woman hustling over. "this check is for your animal charity ball tonight. I know it's not enough,"
"It's from your kind and thoughtful heart. So of course it's enough," hugging the woman with a genuine smile, Russell tucked away the check for safe keeping, "every amount counts; thank you." Sitting back, the waiter was to the side waiting for the animal lover take a seat, "oh, sorry to keep you waiting; I'll simply have a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich with bananas slices. Oh, and to drink, green juice." Jotting down the request item, the black employee looked over to Dante.
"Yes, I'll have a BLT scrambled eggs sandwich and may I have more coffee too?" Russell leaned back lean to take a glimpse outside, wiping his thick Buddy Holly inspired glasses clean, the hotel owner notices a strange woman walking by herself in the downpour outside without any proper rain gear. This lead Russell's body to twitch on keeping a low key. Dante notices the woman too walking down the streets.
"People are strange," getting up, Russell decided to make trip outside, "wait right here. If they ask, tell them I forgot something in my car." the small diamond studded earring newly attorney bolted up trying to convince his friend it could be just hussy like Elenore once was. Ignoring completely, Russell walked around Dante, taking his umbrella from the coat rack of the diner's, and brisk to the rain.