Their Little Rituals:
SIN CITY:
Old Town was slow tonight. Half of the girls had gone home for the night, but Dwight McCarthy still had an hour to go. Then he'd catch a train and go home, maybe have a couple of beers and sleep.
He walked atop the rooftop, wiping sweat and rain from his forehead, where it plastered down onto his dark hair and pale skin.
He saw the small group find the group of Mafia businessmen. You could have told that they were Mafia, because of the Armani jacket suits and blue and red and purple silk ties. They smiled as they saw Gail and three girls with machine guns.
"What do you sluts want?"
"We've come to avenge our sister-in-arms, Tina-Anne." One of the girls said, then they pulled out a gun and shot angrily at them. The Mafia pulled out guns and bullets shot all over the place.
After a couple of minutes, the guns stopped firing and Dwight stepped above the carnage, next to a dark, Japanese pixie – Miho. She placed a small hand on Dwight's shoulder as a comfort as he saw dead bodies all over the place. Gail struggled to her feet and gave a sad smile as Dwight and Miho jumped to the floor.
"Dwight, Miho, can you clean up…I need to go and get seen to. Please?" Gail asked. They nodded and off she limped. Dwight and Miho waited until they heard her leave, before kissing gently. They had been dating for three months now.
They cleaned up the blood and split the money between them, before heading off to Dwight's apartment.
He had got plenty of food in and they ate it on the king size bed, watching an old B&W movie. They ate on chicken wings, steak, hot dogs with bacon, tomato ketchup and fried onions and relish, and cheeseburgers.
Dwight disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes and returned with two huge bowls of ice cream. Miho straightened up and took her bowl. Her ice cream was vanilla, covered with chocolate flakes and syrup – her favourite. Dwight's was chocolate with melted chocolate fudge and a few vanilla pods on.
They sat eating and watching and when the movie ended, Dwight felt the arm of Miho's black kimono, soaked to the skin.
"Miho, go get changed in the bathroom. There's some other kimonos for you in there."
The Japanese assassin gave a rare smile and padded into the bathroom.
Dwight stripped off his leathers and changed into a pair of long black pajama pants. He threw back the covers of his bed and snuggled in. Miho entered, soon after, in a sky blue kimono. She placed her weapons nearby in the bedroom, before climbing into the bed and wrapping the comforter around them both.
They wrapped themselves around each other and slept.
They were in love and that was a secret never to be told.
But, for each other, they would gladly keep their love a secret.
Gladly.
Forever.