Eric fell back onto his bed and stared at the poster on his ceiling. He had met a fantastic woman. Rouge was beautiful, charming, and wasn't some fragile deer with the headlights in her eyes. After he had gotten Rouge the job at Mama Mia's Italian Café, they had gone to a movie. He could tell that Rouge wanted it slow. He could see why. It might be her first chance at love after her line of work.
Key stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before shaking his dark green (almost black) hair out like a dog. He walked to the other end of the apartment in his towel until he got to his room and dragged on some black slacks. He left the room shirtless and went to ask Rouge if she wanted to come to dinner with him. Rouge wasn't in the living room where Key had last seen her but she was in the bathroom with one leg hiked up and in the sink. "What on Earth are you doing Rouge?" demanded Key.
"Shaving my legs?" asked Rouge innocently.
"Women." Key stated as he turned around. He hadn't adjusted to Rouge's ways yet; most of the talk about their mission had been done while the girl still worked in a brothel. He had enjoyed her once or twice before he knew she was someone he could trust, someone who could help him. And she had jumped at the chance to abandon to Apocalypse Rose. "Do you want to come to dinner with me or not Rouge?"
"I'll go. But let's not stay out too late. I have a ten o'clock arrangement tomorrow morning." Said the redhead with a last stroke of the razor.
"Fine. Get a dress on, I'll take you somewhere fancy." Key liked to treat Rouge right. And with the money he made from hacking, well, it was easy to keep her in style. He never bought her trinkets or clothing, the girl certainly had enough of that.
Rouge brushed past Key in the hall way as she went to go pick out a dress from her rucksack. It was amazing how much she could fit into that pack. She brought out a kimono set. It wasn't an elaborate seventeen-layered one, since it was mostly for show and having it taken off, but it was a simple kimono in black with lovely cherry blossom tree growing on the right and a rain of blossoms breezing around the rest of the garment. Rouge rushed into it and put some fringy gold earrings on before twisting her hair into a knob and stabbing it with two black lacquer chopsticks.
"Finally ready?" said Key amusedly. Rouge nodded eagerly and her friend opened the door for her, following her out as he shut it again.
Rouge rode behind Key on the latter's motorcycle. He took her to a little place called Palace of The Ancient Samurai. It was an excellent and expensive Japanese place. "How did you know I was taking you here?" asked Key amusedly.
"I heard you on the phone with someone saying that you thought I might like this resturaunt." Rouge, who was rarely coquettish by nature, didn't say what she thought of Key, which was that he was a dear.
"Aren't you a clever little minx!" laughed Key as he ran his hands through his deep green hair.
"I got a job! The man, Rous-sama, he got me a job at a café he likes. He also paid for my coffee at a convince store. Things are going quite well."
"It sounds like it!" exclaimed Key. The waiter was just bringing the food.
The next morning Rouge got up and pulled some red short-shorts and a mock-turtle neck t-shirt. She slipped some leather sandals on her feet and put a black purse on her shoulder. Key wasn't up yet, so she left with out telling him. In her purse was everything she needed, a little cash, a credit card, a lipstick, and a compact with a mirror in the lid, a phone card and a small six shot handgun (fully loaded of course). Rouge went out and got on her motorcycle to head for the café where she would have a drink with Eric and start work.
She was a little early when she reached the Café Venice, so Rouge went into the tiny employee's restroom and dusted a little blush on her face; it was the kind with a smattering of shimmer dust. Not to bold, but it brought attention to her face, which was soft yet not round. It had a sharpness at the corners that was nicely smoothed over by her cheekbones and flesh. Rouge had already brushed mascara into her eyelashes, her nail polish didn't need touch up, or her lipstick. She was perfect, the epitome of voluptuousness. That was why she had been such a favorite at the Apocalypse Rose. Her hips were full and round, as was her bust. The rest of her was slim and stark pale in contrast to her flaming red hair.
As Rouge emerged from the restroom she spied Eric waiting with a daisy in his hand. He had, as Rouge guessed was usual, not really put so much effort into dressing himself. The boy wore some baggy khaki cargo shorts that came to his knees and a white undershirt, with a loose cotton shirt open in the front over it. His black hair hung around his crown and longish down his neck.
"Hey Eric." Rouge emerged from the shadows smiling a little as she brushed a strand of her hair from her face.
"Rouge!" Eric snapped his head around as he heard Rouge's voice. He didn't want to seem as eager he really was. Eager to see Rouge again. He had told himself numerous times last night and this morning that is was just another dash of a relationship. Fool around a few times and then get or give the same line, "I want you, I need you. But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you. Now don't be sad, two out of three ain't bad." But maybe Rouge would be different. That was what frightened Eric. He wasn't sure if he wanted to get past the fooling around part.
"You seem a little spacey. You need a little seltzer. Sit down baby." Rouge was a little surprised the 'baby' had slipped out. She didn't want Eric to think she wanted to go too fast. She needed to lock him into the relationship; she had to keep Eric in her hold.
Eric drew a chair out for Rouge after she brought him a bottle of sparkling water on a tray. "So what do you want to talk about on this date?" he asked.
"You make it sound so formal, like a conference! Come on, relax…." Rouge purred out the relax and walked her elbows forward on the table before propping up her hands with the fingers interlaced and resting her chin on them.
Eric felt Rouge's eyes burning into his own. His heart was going a bit fast. He sipped the seltzer. "I'm not used to dates like this. I do a rave or two and head back to my place with her…"
"Sounds nice."
"I like it. Do you want to make it tomorrow? I- I mean…go to a rave and go back to my place? I'll pick you up after work…"
"I like that. What do you want me to wear? Anything…just pick something nice. I have an outfit for every man's taste…"
Eric wanted to ask for leather pants and a tight leather bikini top, but he figured that wouldn't earn golden bonus points. "Where whatever you want, something red. It's your favorite color isn't it?"
"You pick things up quick. I'll wear my Chinese fighting dress and gold bangles. It's quite a tight fit since I had Delilah re-stitch the side seam…" Rouge felt clever in mentioning the tightness of the dress in the torso area. Of course, Delilah had never picked up a needle in her life; she was too busy trying to live up to her pseudonym by studying the karma sutra when not on a job. But the dress did flatter Rouge's better attributes.
"Can you wear it to the café all right?" Eric wasn't dumb. He knew she was trying to sauce him up.
"Perfectly okay. I might get some new customers with it. Madam Italy will like that. But don't worry. I like you so far."
"I like you so far." Said Eric bravely. God Rouge was hot…no…she was damn sexy. And the way she looked at him…oh Eric knew that was once a hooker and she most likely looked that way at anyone, but it made him feel feverish and his heart raced.
"I have to get to work. Don't want to be late my first day. ^_-" said Rouge.
"All right. I'll pick you up after work tomorrow." Eric was glad the date was short and over, he thought he was going to go crazy for Rogue. She was such a tease.
Rouge strutted off, her hips swaying back and forth. Eric stared at her ass for a minute before getting up and going back to his apartment. Man, she had a nice rear. Rouge sure was a sweet slice of lemon. Who would have the luck to go on a date with some one like Rouge? One in a million?
But on the other hand, Eric had to be careful not to let Rouge interfere with his real work. Eric, despite the fact he appeared to be like most punk seventeen-year-old males, was dealing drugs. And in such a dangerous business, and for such a desperate cause, Eric could let nothing, not even Rogue, stand in the way of his plans. He sold them at raves; often the girl he was with didn't know or was too drunk or whacked to notice. Eric wasn't proud, or too happy, with his trade. But it was the only way poor, wrong-tracked Eric knew how to make a lot of money fast. And it had already been two years. There were probably quite a few more to go. Before he could seek revenge.
Key stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before shaking his dark green (almost black) hair out like a dog. He walked to the other end of the apartment in his towel until he got to his room and dragged on some black slacks. He left the room shirtless and went to ask Rouge if she wanted to come to dinner with him. Rouge wasn't in the living room where Key had last seen her but she was in the bathroom with one leg hiked up and in the sink. "What on Earth are you doing Rouge?" demanded Key.
"Shaving my legs?" asked Rouge innocently.
"Women." Key stated as he turned around. He hadn't adjusted to Rouge's ways yet; most of the talk about their mission had been done while the girl still worked in a brothel. He had enjoyed her once or twice before he knew she was someone he could trust, someone who could help him. And she had jumped at the chance to abandon to Apocalypse Rose. "Do you want to come to dinner with me or not Rouge?"
"I'll go. But let's not stay out too late. I have a ten o'clock arrangement tomorrow morning." Said the redhead with a last stroke of the razor.
"Fine. Get a dress on, I'll take you somewhere fancy." Key liked to treat Rouge right. And with the money he made from hacking, well, it was easy to keep her in style. He never bought her trinkets or clothing, the girl certainly had enough of that.
Rouge brushed past Key in the hall way as she went to go pick out a dress from her rucksack. It was amazing how much she could fit into that pack. She brought out a kimono set. It wasn't an elaborate seventeen-layered one, since it was mostly for show and having it taken off, but it was a simple kimono in black with lovely cherry blossom tree growing on the right and a rain of blossoms breezing around the rest of the garment. Rouge rushed into it and put some fringy gold earrings on before twisting her hair into a knob and stabbing it with two black lacquer chopsticks.
"Finally ready?" said Key amusedly. Rouge nodded eagerly and her friend opened the door for her, following her out as he shut it again.
Rouge rode behind Key on the latter's motorcycle. He took her to a little place called Palace of The Ancient Samurai. It was an excellent and expensive Japanese place. "How did you know I was taking you here?" asked Key amusedly.
"I heard you on the phone with someone saying that you thought I might like this resturaunt." Rouge, who was rarely coquettish by nature, didn't say what she thought of Key, which was that he was a dear.
"Aren't you a clever little minx!" laughed Key as he ran his hands through his deep green hair.
"I got a job! The man, Rous-sama, he got me a job at a café he likes. He also paid for my coffee at a convince store. Things are going quite well."
"It sounds like it!" exclaimed Key. The waiter was just bringing the food.
The next morning Rouge got up and pulled some red short-shorts and a mock-turtle neck t-shirt. She slipped some leather sandals on her feet and put a black purse on her shoulder. Key wasn't up yet, so she left with out telling him. In her purse was everything she needed, a little cash, a credit card, a lipstick, and a compact with a mirror in the lid, a phone card and a small six shot handgun (fully loaded of course). Rouge went out and got on her motorcycle to head for the café where she would have a drink with Eric and start work.
She was a little early when she reached the Café Venice, so Rouge went into the tiny employee's restroom and dusted a little blush on her face; it was the kind with a smattering of shimmer dust. Not to bold, but it brought attention to her face, which was soft yet not round. It had a sharpness at the corners that was nicely smoothed over by her cheekbones and flesh. Rouge had already brushed mascara into her eyelashes, her nail polish didn't need touch up, or her lipstick. She was perfect, the epitome of voluptuousness. That was why she had been such a favorite at the Apocalypse Rose. Her hips were full and round, as was her bust. The rest of her was slim and stark pale in contrast to her flaming red hair.
As Rouge emerged from the restroom she spied Eric waiting with a daisy in his hand. He had, as Rouge guessed was usual, not really put so much effort into dressing himself. The boy wore some baggy khaki cargo shorts that came to his knees and a white undershirt, with a loose cotton shirt open in the front over it. His black hair hung around his crown and longish down his neck.
"Hey Eric." Rouge emerged from the shadows smiling a little as she brushed a strand of her hair from her face.
"Rouge!" Eric snapped his head around as he heard Rouge's voice. He didn't want to seem as eager he really was. Eager to see Rouge again. He had told himself numerous times last night and this morning that is was just another dash of a relationship. Fool around a few times and then get or give the same line, "I want you, I need you. But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you. Now don't be sad, two out of three ain't bad." But maybe Rouge would be different. That was what frightened Eric. He wasn't sure if he wanted to get past the fooling around part.
"You seem a little spacey. You need a little seltzer. Sit down baby." Rouge was a little surprised the 'baby' had slipped out. She didn't want Eric to think she wanted to go too fast. She needed to lock him into the relationship; she had to keep Eric in her hold.
Eric drew a chair out for Rouge after she brought him a bottle of sparkling water on a tray. "So what do you want to talk about on this date?" he asked.
"You make it sound so formal, like a conference! Come on, relax…." Rouge purred out the relax and walked her elbows forward on the table before propping up her hands with the fingers interlaced and resting her chin on them.
Eric felt Rouge's eyes burning into his own. His heart was going a bit fast. He sipped the seltzer. "I'm not used to dates like this. I do a rave or two and head back to my place with her…"
"Sounds nice."
"I like it. Do you want to make it tomorrow? I- I mean…go to a rave and go back to my place? I'll pick you up after work…"
"I like that. What do you want me to wear? Anything…just pick something nice. I have an outfit for every man's taste…"
Eric wanted to ask for leather pants and a tight leather bikini top, but he figured that wouldn't earn golden bonus points. "Where whatever you want, something red. It's your favorite color isn't it?"
"You pick things up quick. I'll wear my Chinese fighting dress and gold bangles. It's quite a tight fit since I had Delilah re-stitch the side seam…" Rouge felt clever in mentioning the tightness of the dress in the torso area. Of course, Delilah had never picked up a needle in her life; she was too busy trying to live up to her pseudonym by studying the karma sutra when not on a job. But the dress did flatter Rouge's better attributes.
"Can you wear it to the café all right?" Eric wasn't dumb. He knew she was trying to sauce him up.
"Perfectly okay. I might get some new customers with it. Madam Italy will like that. But don't worry. I like you so far."
"I like you so far." Said Eric bravely. God Rouge was hot…no…she was damn sexy. And the way she looked at him…oh Eric knew that was once a hooker and she most likely looked that way at anyone, but it made him feel feverish and his heart raced.
"I have to get to work. Don't want to be late my first day. ^_-" said Rouge.
"All right. I'll pick you up after work tomorrow." Eric was glad the date was short and over, he thought he was going to go crazy for Rogue. She was such a tease.
Rouge strutted off, her hips swaying back and forth. Eric stared at her ass for a minute before getting up and going back to his apartment. Man, she had a nice rear. Rouge sure was a sweet slice of lemon. Who would have the luck to go on a date with some one like Rouge? One in a million?
But on the other hand, Eric had to be careful not to let Rouge interfere with his real work. Eric, despite the fact he appeared to be like most punk seventeen-year-old males, was dealing drugs. And in such a dangerous business, and for such a desperate cause, Eric could let nothing, not even Rogue, stand in the way of his plans. He sold them at raves; often the girl he was with didn't know or was too drunk or whacked to notice. Eric wasn't proud, or too happy, with his trade. But it was the only way poor, wrong-tracked Eric knew how to make a lot of money fast. And it had already been two years. There were probably quite a few more to go. Before he could seek revenge.
