Hello everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with a new chapter of Glitter and Glass, #3: White Handout Cards. Last chapter, we got to learn about Ness, a wonderful Ness Myers and his amazing sex life that he somewhat apparently has, hahaha. We got to learn about his co-worker Corrin who his like his fake sister, and his boss Ryu who it is clear that our second main character has some slight interest in from all the innuendos that have passed between the two. With Ness doing some cleaning up, guess who walks straight through the mother f'ing front door, hmm? Our one and only Lucas, where we shall see what this transaction brings our fateful duo and the other characters. Thanks to all who have reviewed, glad you are enjoying the story, hope you like this chapter.
Sometimes things will fall into your lap whether or not you deserve it. For me, that one dark haired gentleman at the coat store dropped into my lap without me doing such a thing to deserve this man, I'm good and special alright.
The strong smell of dry cotton and bourbon hits Lucas Indigo's nose the moment he walks into the Men's Warehouse suit store just a little bit away from his flat (a true rough five blocks or so, maybe more or even less but the blonde does not truly give a fuck about distances at this point in his life), and it reminds him of that awful lonesome night after vomiting on a certain you-know-who's shoes.
Ness. The name sticks in the back of his brain like a parasite with funguses spreading from a see-through shell with hollow, ghastly halcyon eyes that shine in the night like a pair of deadly headlights on a car that is mere inches from hitting a deer. (Fuck the deer! They should be observant of their surroundings, no?) Lucas's feet cross the threshold, his eyes immediately noticing someone vanish behind a wall as he comes in. Intimidated perhaps? No, there's nothing scary about the college dropout... is there?
He's unable to process this as the woman at the counter is waving him over, and he notices at first the glimmering blizzard wave of hair atop her hair that has her fishtail braids sway every time she moves. She leans over the register in a sort of suggestive manner that makes Lucas want to puke, he cannot stand seeing a woman do such... provocative poses. He has half the mindset to lean into her ear and whisper, ma'am, your cleavage is showing. I think you may want to stuff the 'ladies' back up, clearly they're not doing you much good.
But where are his manners? Wait, manners? What the fuck were those?
In all retrospect, Lucas thinks while shaking the woman's hand at the counter and getting her bizarre name (Corrin, he believes it is), that he should not have resent the RSVP to attend some stupid dinner party. One of his only friends he managed to make in college (gasp, Lucas can make friends? What the fuck? Is this sorcery?) named Samus sends him some frilly invitation out of the blue to say that he's invited. Gee, wonder what the letter is for, huh?
"Reason for visit?" Corrin asks, pressing her lips together in a firm cherry lipsticked smile of 'you don't belong here, little piece of New York trash'.
"Dinner party, actually," Lucas admits, though he should've lied. Maybe he should've said a funeral, of his non-existent sex life. "Got a request by an old friend to join her and many other elaborate guests for a party."
"Sounds fun."
The blonde almost sticks out his tongue to be coy, but bites it instead. "Yeah, I suppose so. Probably should've paid attention to my constantly depleting wardrobe that there is no jacket in my inventory."
"May I direct you to the back? Our attendant Ness will be more than glad to help you." Corrin prompts, tapping something on the screen in front of her, the white halo highlighting her face in a pallor corpse light.
Lucas raises an eyebrow at the name, once again there it is, Ness. He shakes his head no, but his heart is indeed hammering inside of his chest. Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Come on Luke, go for it! Why in the holy name of everything under the sun did you say no, you stupid shitty idiot... say yes! Dammit! He kicks himself. Damn those other voices. "I ordered online, rather. Knew what I requested and all."
Corrin rolls one eye expertly, and deep inside the blonde wants to be able to do such a thing- it is a circus talent act, has to be. "Name, then?"
"Lucas Indigo."
Time seems to freeze in the store. Lucas catches in the back of his right eye, there is a gentleman standing behind him with a headband wrapped around his head who sits up even more at this news. Corrin's mouth is caught open in a wide O, but she silently nods and goes to something else on her screen to probably bring up request orders.
She searches momentarily, then claps giddily, like a school kid. "Here it is! Mr. Lucas Indigo, bought a suit three days ago from our online store. We kept the suit in reserve so we don't have to send you back into the depths of hell for it."
He laughs nervously. "Yeah, we so don't want that." Lucas goes into his pockets for a wallet, knowing full and well the price. Nothing too expensive for it isn't a Joseph A. Bank, but nothing too cheap that it looks as if a rat crapped in it or something nasty like that. Neon green digits flash at the small monitor facing him with a stoic price of $299.50. Well, thanks parents for buying this particular one.
"Your suit may be a tad bit wrinkly from the way we packaged it, and we'll smooth it out for no charge if you'd like." Corrin offers.
Lucas waves a hand back and forth, clearly dismissive. "I'll just take the suit, I've got a lunch appointment I cannot miss, or otherwise you'll see my head replace the Statue of Liberty's torch," he lies through his teeth. He really has no idea why he decided to lie on something so simple, when it boils down to how the blonde does not like shopping, no need for elaborate schemes. (But Lucas loves to lie, it is in his DNA where he gets his parents to bend over backwards so he could verbally fuck them with a fake, totally fake sob story on why he needs another hundred thousand in cash pronto... he loves it.) Lucas passes over the exact money, taking the suit from Corrin. "Keep the change."
She sticks out her tongue at him. Fifty fucking cents. Great, she could just about buy one piece of bubblegum at a Little League baseball game. He nods to her, turns to nod to the man with the red headband, and out into the New York City streets he goes. But, as he moves around so swiftly, he catches that same head of dark hair that he saw when he entered, a paleness in the complexion, like the person was hiding. Lucas rubs his chin briefly, before going out into the bright sky.
He absolutely hates New York City, but he's so poor in some misshaped way that he cannot leave to go anywhere else. There is an agglomeration of people in the streets, on the sidewalks, in the blazing summer heat with the ninety five degree humidity, all the smells, all the sweat, and Lucas wishes to crumple into a ball just so everyone can scatter around him.
So much noise. So many people talking into cellphones thinking their special because they're a fucking CEO of some fucking company that'll control so many fucking politicians and world leaders because fuck it, that's what they fucking do and it works every fucking time. (Lucas swears to much, he knows this, he needs to fix it, yet he does not fix it and probably never will. He's used to it now.) All the taxi horns bleeping and blaring together, there is an evil twitch in Lucas Indigo's left eye.
Someone slams into him from behind, not even maybe a block away from the Men's Warehouse. A force so hard he almost drops the suit he was carrying. Lucas stumbles into a pedestrian sign, his nose hitting the metal hard and he swears he hears a crack. Lucas swivels (no, not turns, but swivels because he's fucking pissed) on his heel to give God's fury and damnnation on the poor sap who did not see where they were going when the vowels die in his throat.
Holy shit. There he is.
Ness. Ness Fucking Myers.
Lucas swallows, unsure of what to do. Ness glances at his elbow in a tendering manner. "Oh, I'm sorry," he apologizes. "I didn't see you there." This raven haired man is full of shit, bullshit to be exact.
"No, it's okay. Accidents happen."
Ness cuts straight to the chase. "I saw you in the Men's Warehouse store. Buying some expensive suit from us. Most of our prices our in upper eighties to maybe mid one hundred range... never do people come in with three hundred Washington's worth to buy a suit. Won't you just be throwing it away when you're done with it?"
"Us?" Lucas furrows his eyebrows together. Us?
"Yeah, that girl at the counter, Corrin, the man with the red headband, Ryu, and myself. The three people on staff this glorious morning at Men's Warehouse. You were our first customer."
"You work there?"
"Yep. I'm the guy who helps the men get into their suits and jackets. I've gotten a good eye view if you know what I mean." Ness winks, the blonde's face burning.
"I do know what you mean."
"But... in all genuine sincerity with a dab of cliché, you are the best view I've gotten... ever." the raven haired man smiles, his eyes bright, his smile brighter.
Lucas's face really burns at this part. "Well, you're most flattering."
"Look, I really ran out of the store without a warning so Ryu will be back to more than likely chop my head off... I didn't give you any way to contact me. Granted, I imagine you'll be returning to this store much more often now, but just to be sure... here's my calling card." Ness says quickly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a white card. Boring, so boring, but effective. Ness nods once, and he vanishes.
Lucas blinks. "That was weird and sudden... least I got a good view of him this time." He looks at the card in his hand.
Ness Myers, employee of Men's Warehouse near Times Square. Phone Number is: 092-817-0318
Call me whenever you want to talk, hang out, get a bite to eat, or fuck. Yes, I highly recommend this last option. I'm great in bed, full promise.
Poor Lucas's face catches on fire reading the last line.
Dear Diary or some weird fucking thing, whatever you want to call yourself.
This is Ness Myers. Decided to buy myself a journal after encountering the blonde haired devil at work today. Track when I see him, track what we say to each other. Cell phone has not rang yet, but it will. He shall call me and it'll be a joyous cry to the heavens.
I. Want. To. Fuck. Him. I want him to be with me so bad it hurts. We've seen each other twice, but I can see through his glassy diamond eyes. He wants someone to be his partner. He is gay, and I'm one hundred percent sure of it. He'll come crawling to me. If that doesn't work, I'll get Ryu to help me with persuasion. Threesomes are very well in season apparently. Found that out on some gay porn site. And yes, I do mean gay as the insult.
Noticed that Corrin leaned in sleazily over the counter when Lucas walked on. I had just told them about a cute ass blonde and she assumes the man is straight and wants a piece of her. Doubt it. She's such a slut sometimes, don't know why Ryu doesn't fire my sister when given the chance.
Perhaps I should fuck him too then, to give him the idea. After all, a handjob goes a long way in the business world and I'd know that for a damn fact.
I don't have all day to talk to you, my inner conscious thoughts of creepiness and lustful actions, but I shall visit you whenever I can. Next time I see that cheeky blonde Lucas Indigo, his lips will be against mine so we can really find where his heart lies.
Truthfully, I never know how to end these things.
Goodbye or some stupid fucking ending like that.
The best asshole, the best non-paid porn star ever, Ness Myers.
P.S- I wonder if Lucas is tight. Probably.
Well, uh... there we go. Here's the end of Chapter 3! I realize it is rather short, but this was on the fly and I needed to tact into my muse some. So... this is what I think I'll start to do. Ness shall do a diary/journal entry for many chapters that follow his side of the story whenever I can use this to my advantage in his thought process. The language was a bit more crude in this one as experimentations are the best way to discover what works and what doesn't. The road we will be throwing these people down on will not be easy, and soon we'll get the party that Lucas has mentioned, and we'll got a new blond on the scene, I call her Samus. Thank you all for reading, have an amazing day! I love you all so much! Whenever I do see you again (*cue Charlie Puth, anyone?*), with Chapter #4: Kiss Me Already, we'll start advancing to the 'lustful' side of Lucas Indigo's glitter and glass life. Once again, love you all. Bye!
~ Paradigm
