Well, like I said previously, this chapter has no journal entry.
This chapter… Ah, I swear to you, despite that this chapter says otherwise, this IS a LuxLar story! I PROMISE!
There is some Cajun French in here. Not much. It is a bit different from regular French but it all roughly translates to the same thing anyhow.
Bah, I suppose I can translate for you real quick:
si vous plaît - please
mon chéri - my darling
Other than that, enjoy. I promise the plot will pick up soon and the LuxLar is soon to follow!
Larxene awoke to the sound of Naminé entering her room with a tray of food. As usual, she wasn't very hungry. She never was the morning after a drinking binge. "Naminé, please tell me you've come with good news. Tell me you've poisoned my husband's breakfast."
Naminé laughed softly and shook her head. "No, Miss Larxene. I haven't."
Larxene sat up and grumbled as the young girl placed the tray over her lap. "Damn it all, you're fired then."
Naminé giggled and shrugged. This wasn't the first time Larxene had "fired" her and it wouldn't be the last. The woman was always making idle threats at her. It was something she'd grown used to in the past year she'd worked at the mansion. Now it seemed like it just wouldn't be a day without Larxene threatening her job position. She handed the newspaper to Larxene and smiled kindly. "Well, you made front page news."
Larxene groaned and didn't bother to open the rolled up newspaper. She knew it was the announcement of her wedding. "Great, something for the whole city to see. How humiliating."
"Well, drink your juice." Naminé grabbed the fresh squeezed orange juice off the tray and handed it to Larxene. "I added a little something extra to it. I figured you'd be needing it."
Larxene grabbed the glass and sniffed, the smell of alcohol permeating her senses. "Ah, you're an angel Naminé. You're hired again."
"Thank you Miss Larxene." Naminé bowed quickly. "If you need anything else, just ring."
Larxene nodded curtly and waved the young girl away. She downed the orange juice quickly and climbed out of bed. Too much was on her mind today to just be lazing about it bed. She hurried through a bath and didn't bother with hair or makeup. She usually never did anyhow. She slipped on a dress that wouldn't garner too much attention and snuck out of the house. In no time at all she was back in the French Quarter, eyes intent on finding Demyx. She decided to ask around, surely somebody would recognize the wealthy white man that frequented this bohemian area of the city. She was directed to a door on Bourbon Street that lead seemingly nowhere. When she knocked, she was lead inside quickly and quietly by a large black man. She followed him down a long dark hall to a wide open room where the cigarette smoke was thick and the smell of booze was even thicker. The music in the room was subtle and pleasing but unlike anything she'd ever heard. And then her eyes fell on Demyx. He was sitting in the far corner of the room hunched over a drink. She made her way over to him and sat down in the chair beside him. "Something bothering you, little boy?"
Demyx let out a heavy sigh and stared down into his whiskey. "Not now miss, I'm not in the mood."
Larxene snickered and placed a gloved finger under Demyx's chin, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "Not in the mood to talk to me? Now that is a first."
"Larxene!" Demyx looked to the girl in awe. "Wh-what are you doing here!?"
Larxene shrugged and grinned widely. "Just going out of my mind back at home. I needed to get out and about again."
Demyx smiled softly. "I'm so glad to see you. After the other day, I thought…" He sighed and shook his head. "Never mind. So, how did you find me?"
Larxene scoffed. "Oh please. You're the only wealthy white man that loves to slum it down here everyday for the sake of music and atmosphere. It wasn't too hard."
Demyx laughed and slid his hand over Larxene's and up her arm. "So you came here looking for me, you admit it."
Larxene looked away from her friend and shrugged. "I might have had something like that in mind. Don't get too excited. It isn't like I had anywhere else to go."
"Don't be cold, Larxene." Demyx let his hand slide up her arm to her face. "It is way too late to be playing this stupid run around game. You're married now and I…" He leaned closer to her and thumbed over her bottom lip gently. "If I had just stopped playing games and let you know how absolutely serious I was about marrying you then maybe…"
Larxene pulled Demyx's hand off her face and shook her head. "You reek of liquor."
"I should." Demyx shrugged and downed the remaining whiskey in his glass. "I rented a hotel room upstairs so I could just have a couple of days to drink myself into a stupor without my family having to worry. They think I'm vacationing in New York."
Larxene rolled her eyes and pulled the glass from Demyx's hand as he tried to milk it for anything possibly left. "Don't you think this is all a bit dramatic?"
"I don't judge you when you drown your stress in liquor." Demyx snatched the glass back and motioned to a waitress. "One more drink, si vous plaît, mon chéri!"
"No, he's had enough. Thank you." Larxene smiled to the young black waitress who nodded in acknowledgment. "Come on Demyx, I'll take you back to your room."
Demyx sighed. "Why'd you do it Lar? Why did you marry that son of a bitch?"
"End of discussion Demyx." Larxene stood slowly and pulled Demyx up with her. She was directed by the waitress to a set of stairs likely leading to the upstairs hotel. She started up, practically dragging Demyx as he complained that he wanted to stay behind and drink. Once they reached the top of the stairs she took note of the filthy hall of hotel doors. "Which one are you?"
Demyx grumbled and started toward his door. "I'm not that drunk Larxene. I can take care of myself." He turned his key in the lock and stepped inside. "Alright, I'm here. Now kindly leave so I can go back downstairs."
Larxene planted her hands on her hips and stepped into the room. "You know, for somebody on a high horse about his wealth and power, you sure do slum it in some questionable places."
Demyx shrugged. "Well, I like to mix things up. What can I say?"
"Come on." Larxene grabbed Demyx's arm and yanked him toward the bed. "You need to sleep this off, and when you wake up you need to go back home and stop dramatizing this."
Demyx looked up at the blonde as she slung him down on the bed. "Did you have sex with him?"
Larxene's face paled and then flushed. "What!?"
"The answer is as simple as the question." Demyx reached out and placed his hands on Larxene's hips. "Did you sleep with him?"
Larxene scoffed and pulled away from Demyx, only for him to yank her back against him. "You're drunker than you let on."
"I'm not that drunk." Demyx stood and pulled Larxene's body close against his, swaying slowly back and forth to a distant rhythm. "You know why I chose this hotel? Its because if you listen hard enough, you can hear the jazz seeping through the floorboards. Soft and sensual sometimes, like it is now." He scooped her face into his hands and brought it nearer to his own. "Larxene, I think you know how I feel about you. And I think that deep down you feel the same. Maybe you married that bastard, and maybe there's more to it than you really want me to know. But maybe…" He smiled softly and pressed his lips to her cheek. "Maybe I don't care. I want you. I need you Larxene. And you're not leaving here until I get some form of closure."
Larxene stared up at Demyx with wide eyes. Her heart was pounding a million miles a minute. What could she really do? She'd backed herself into a corner. A very, very interesting corner. She had half a mind to slap Demyx across the face but she really didn't want to. And then he pulled her into a kiss and she didn't fight it. Rather, she forced him backward onto the bed and straddled him, kissing him feverishly.
