Wistful Yearning Chapter 2
Mr. Saxophone
If music be the food of love, play on. ~ William Shakespeare
The smell of smoke and men assaulted Faye as she entered the bar. The Rester House was much like any bar; she had been to, which was more than a few. Though it lacked one quality that seemed present at most bars. Women. Faye hadn't seen a single woman since she came to this God forsaken rock.
A few men cast a glance as she entered, but she didn't feel the usually pride she felt when noticed. They were looking at her for a different reason.
The large angry bruises that she had received in the fight with Spike were fully visible, her skimpy outfit only covering a few. For once she wished she owned more conservative clothing. She looked like some abused girlfriend. How annoying.
The men turned away eventually seeming to have already categorized her as something none of them wanted to get involved with. Well she was interested in their smelly, unshaven selves either…
Faye sat heavily on the bar stool. "Scotch on the rocks," she ordered, twiddling with one of the coasters at the bar. The bartender gave her a once over, seeming to consider whether or not he was going to ask what happened.
Damn men. She thought bitterly.
Her drink came and she downed it with ease, setting up for another. The sweet sound of the sax played in the background. It was a sad sound. That was perfect as far as she was concerned.
She was a little more than buzzed by the time the music stopped. She barely registered the band packing up behind her.
She motioned the bartender for another round.
He only shook his head. "You've had enough; I wouldn't feel right giving a little thing like you anymore." If the alcohol hadn't started kicking in the bartender would have had a few new holes in is body. She glared at him in hopes of turning him to ashes without the effort of moving. He shook his head, not fazed by the battered woman's intense look.
Faye put her forehead down on the cool counter. It felt good against her heated skin. She flung the money for her drinks carelessly down, and moved to stand. She bumped up into a sax case, pushing into a particularly sore bruise and gasped in pain.
"Sorry miss, are you…" The blue haired man stopped as he looked at her bruised face. "Ok?"
She opened her mouth to brush him off with some words a drunken sailor could appreciate, but stopped as a tingling began in her nose. "Ah chew!"
The blue haired man smiled. "Take care." He said kindly. "That was close. When someone sneezes and doesn't get told to take care, that person becomes a fairy. That's what they say around here." Faye smiled genuinely for the first time in…well a while. This man was either incredibly smooth or intriguingly witty, either way his efforts would be rewarded. She did need a place to stay for the night. Well… he might be unconscious and tied up during the night, but hey, a girls got to do, what a girls got to do, and this girl was not a slut just an amazingly gifted tease.
She smiled sweetly to the man and changed her body position, to a more seductive pose. "Well then there's no problem. I already am a fairy." She made eye contact with him, and then turned back to the empty glass on the bar. Men always liked it when a girl was coy, something about the challenge that got their testosterone up.
She flinched as she felt him place his coat around her shoulders. She was jumpy and it wasn't like her, but she knew why. It was imprinted across her body in angry purple marks.
She had forgotten her appearance for a moment. It was time to rethink her plan; she felt hideous, like she had done something bad and wanted to hide. Faye no longer cared to seduce this man; she could sleep in the red tail. "I'm not that easy." She answered briskly.
The man seemed a bit taken aback by her change in tone, but he responded in the same, calm friendly manor as before.
"I'm not interested in woman." Faye turned and looked at him fully for the first time. He was handsome, pale features and dark blue hair that passed his shoulders. There was this calm, sureness in his eyes, as if he's seen it all, and didn't care what was coming next.
His slim body was incased in a deep red colored shirt, and charcoal pants. "Well what a shame." She answered honestly. Why was it that gay men were always attractive?
She slipped his jacket from her shoulders and tossed it at him. He smirked and caught it. "You know there are no women on Callisto. You should be careful..." She smiled at him and left, she didn't do careful.
The streets were cold, and the wind blew unyieldingly against her, she had forgotten her winter coat at the bar. She was already halfway to the Red tail, so she kept walking. The red jacket that was present with her at all times, hardly kept her warm.
As she cut through a side alley, she could tell something was different. The faint sound of breathing and the putrid smell of men in desperate need of a shower, warned her.
Sure enough a group of men dressed in heavy coats and gas masks came from a side street of the alley.
The supposed ring leader stepped forward. Faye just smiled, she really wasn't in the mood for this but it was a good way to work out some aggression.
"Aw, you all here." Some of them men seemed a little confused by her sing song greeting. Was this woman nuts? Well lucky for them she was…
The ring leader came even closer. "Your appearance here is displeasing to the eye. Or were you trying to entice us with that rather beaten body of yours?"
"Yes, I am. Could just hold on a minute? If I don't put on my gloves I might chip a nail." Wait did he just say displeasing to the eye? Hey I may have a few bruises, but that was just uncalled for, he'll be the first to go."
This guy had a major attitude problem. Well he would just have to get an adjustment, and who better to do this for him, then Faye Valentine, male ass whipping extraordinaire?
With no warning she bashed in his face with a mean right hook. She continued down the line of men, one might almost say merrily. She had knocked down most of the men, before the dizziness caught up with her. One of the guys caught her off guard and sent her to the ground with a blow to the ribs. She fell hard, and was greeted with a stomach churning sound of shattering glass embedding itself into skin. She had landed on some broken beer bottles.
Faye was preparing to roll to the side, to avoid the oncoming men, when a dark figure emerged from the side alley, brandishing a sax case like a weapon, taking out most of the smelly men in one swing.
"Mr. saxophone?" Faye asks, in her inebriated state things seemed to swim before her eyes. It was all a dream. Isn't that what Spike says. I hate him. She dropped limply to the ground.
***************************************************** AHhhhhhh, I meant for that to be longer, but I kinda am at a stand still for what a want to do, for apartment scenes. If anyone has any suggestions..I would luv ya for eva and eva and eva!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please review!!! Thanks to everyone who did review, you are the only reason I'm continuing this story right now. With midterms coming up I need to get my priorities straight..o wait I'm writing . Makes ya wander. Alright this is Fei signing of, please drive carefully and arrive home safely~goodnight.
