Lucky 13
Once Criss was changed we went to head back up to the room, or at least I thought we were. Kristy was lucky we didn't see each other again on my way out. She would have to wait until the next evening for the "talk" I was going to give her. Criss told me he wanted to take long way up the room that night, through the casino and the lobby I didn't understand why until he towed me over a group a girls by his shop MINDFREAK shop.
"I saw them at the show, they were really sweet." He stopped me over by his costume made chopper motorcycle that was next to his store in the hallway. I leaned against the bike that was incased in glass for display and watched the girls from a distance, Criss still standing by my side. They were giggling over some kind of red shirt that appeared to have a design of his eyes in the center. There were 3 girls to be exact. One was about 20 years old, she was red headed with green eyes, another looked older maybe 22 she was very short and dark completed, and the third was the youngest who appeared to still be in high school, but oddly taller than the other two. The youngest was carrying a red and black homemade poster that read:
"CRISS, YOU CAN MINDFREAK ME ALL NIGHT! XOXO! 3 LOYAL ALEX"
It had all sorts of glitter, stickers, and hearts excreta. It was bold to say the least. Criss looked thrilled as he watched them carry on inside his store. I glanced over at him and smiled sweetly.
"Go on, go surprise them!"
Criss fidgeted with his rings a bit, the skull ring on this middle finger twisting back and forth as he spoke. "Yeah, I will. I'm thinking of a plan right now."
I narrowed my eyes a bit at him. "A plan?"
"Yeah, gotta freak 'em out a bit." He laughed lightly and glanced up at the ceiling for second in deep thought.
I rolled my eyes at his "plans". He was always planning and thinking of new ways too enhance himself. New ways to elute his old illusions and then reinvent them.
There would be nights I'd wake up to him talking him in his sleep about random straight jackets and ticking time clocks or sometimes I'd wake up and he'd be jotting down random odd numbers on his arms with a sharpie that he kept on him at all times. I never bothered to ask why or how or what for. Deep down I was dying to know what all of his secrets were but I didn't want to ruin it for myself. I was in love with the fact that he could perform "magic" and I figured if I knew what was behind it wouldn't be magical anymore.
"Hey, I know! Maybe you should-" I went to turn around and face him again but he was already gone. Forget my "idea", not that it was brilliant anyway. I looked up at the ceiling and saw nothing. I didn't hear him move or see him leave my side. What could he have conjured up in so little time? I glanced around quickly and focused in on the shop. The girls were still walking around chatting about how sexy he looked during season 3 compared to season 1. I remained leaned against the chopper and tried to figure his out what his next would be. Where would he reappear from? Obviously it would be in the store.
The red headed girl moved her way from the signature Criss Angel shot glass shelve area to the couch in the middle of the store and sat down, flipping through a calendar that was on the coffee table. The dark completed girl moved to the left side of the room and found a old whine barrel which was full of decks of cards. She signaled for the youngest to come over and she came, still holding the red shirt in her arms. When the dark completed girl went to reach for a deck of cards she screamed so loud I thought the glass against my back was going to crack.
"HOLY SHIT!" The youngest dropped the shirt that was in her arms and the red haired girl quickly dropped the calendar and ran over to see what was going on. The cashier hurried over trying to get a look.
I slowly walked in having enough of peeking through the windows. When I walked up to the large barrel I asked, "What's going on in here?"
The oldest replied, "Put your hand in there!"
I laughed and gave her funny look placing my hand on a deck of cards. The deck flew back up at me, bumping against the palm of my hand. I swallowed hard, trying not laugh again knowing that Criss was must have been up to something.
"Wow…" I took my hand away, looking shocked.
The cashier sighed and said, "Maybe something got in there… in shipping… it happens…" She seemed less than thrilled and went to sort through them.
"Oh my God, a rat!" The red headed laughed.
The youngest screamed again. "A fucking rat!"
I sighed at how immature they were.
"Hey, Rachel… where did my poster go?" The youngest questioned glancing around the room.
Rachel, the oldest shrugged. "I don't know, you had it when you were looking at the shirts… I think you set it down for a second though."
"The rat took it!" The red head interjected with snort.
Back to the damned rat! I rolled my eyes as I pretended to look at Criss's CD's.
All of the sudden the barrel began to shake and about 40 decks of cards fell onto the floor. The cashier just cussed over and over hiding behind the counter and the 3 girls stood there holding hands about ready to make a dash for the door. I bit my lip staring at the barrel, my hand frozen on mock signature CA necklace. I was hoping he'd make it good and make them forget the supposed rat.
The barrel went on shaking for another 30 seconds or so and then stopped, a few decks still tipping onto the floor.
Rachel slowly walked up to it and took a peak inside.
"Shut up!" She exclaimed.
"What? What?" The youngest ran up to her and peaked over her shoulder, followed by the red head.
"Alex look…" The red head pointed.
I walked over and whispered, "Shit!"
Alex's poster was laying inside the barrel with 3 decks of cards that were opened. It was signed by Criss reading: "Can't say I didn't MINDFREAK you!" XOXO returned
Love, Criss Angel
Alex took the poster and her eyes nearly bugged out of her skull.
"How in the hell?" She examined the barrel. We all were standing there, including the cashier feeling over the wooden barrel when Criss tapped Alex's shoulder.
"Is it fair?" He asked with a small laugh.
Alex jumped and Rachel turned around instantly searching her purse for her camera. The red head stood there seeming to have turned white as a ghost. I decided to fit in and go, "Oh my God! Criss Angel!"
Criss looked at me and when no one watching playfully flicked me off.
I smirked at him sarcastically and took picture of him and girls. They offered to take one for me too but I told them I had left my camera in my room. So they insisted Criss sign an autograph for me.
"Oh, seriously… I'm sure you're really busy Criss." I smiled.
"No, its alright. Really, umm.. where do you want it?" He winked as he pulled out his sharpie from his ear.
The 3 girls giggled a bit and Alex whispered to me, "Tell him to sign your bra! He'll do it, I've see him take bras off on MINDFREAK… it was a trick but still, you watch MINDFREAK right?"
I giggled at her and replied, "Yeah, I've seen it." I didn't bother to whisper back.
Alex turned to her friends and whispered again.
Before I knew it they were chanting the word "Bra" over and over.
God, these fans are intense!
Criss glanced at them bit his nails for a second. "Are you girls seriously trying to give me a boner here?"
He paused to laugh and I pulled down my shirt exposing my baby blue bra.
"Bra?" I joined in taking a step closer to him.
He narrowed his eyes down at my chest as he bit the cap of his marker.
"I'll do better than the bra…" He pressed the ink against my flesh and I giggled a bit the coolness of it. The girls were giggling and one I think slapped his ass but Criss just stood there. It made me glare at her a bit but I didn't say anything. How could I? They were obsessive fans? They probably wanted to see if his ass was real.
When Criss had finished signing my breasts he kissed my cheek and said, "It's official I have a boner."
I laughed and the girls seemed unmoved by his blunt humor like they were as used to it as I was.
"See you around the hotel girls!" Criss waved and walked out.
I wondered off awhile after him. He popped out of the Men's bathroom of the lobby and placed his arm around me.
"Hey, sorry about that." He pointed to the design of permanent black ink across my chest.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and placed my thumb in his belt lope.
"I enjoyed it. Now, let's go take care of that boner."
Criss chuckled a bit as we walked into the elevator.
"That sounds like a good idea."