Mod Setting ( It was all a dream)
I'm back people. Still ready to continue. If ya'll caught on to what earthly roles the characters have, then in a review or something you could say what type of jobs seem to fit their personalities best. This is just my opinion see?
Chapter 2
Her Longest night.
It was still night time when he woke up. Raining extremely hard. After wondering why he was still in his bed clothes, T shirt and pajamas, and not in a hospital bed, immediately, the next thing he did was go look for his roomate but he was nowhere to be found. All of his belongings had dissapeared. He heard the knock at his front door and found only a note at the doorstep.
You're one of the few invited to Seymour's WildClub in the Red Light District. The party begins at 10:00 and lasts till 3:00AM. Bring a friend.
What he really stopped to look at was the scribbling under all the fancy text. Another message.
'If you come. You'll find answers. Welcome to Fantasia.'
He decided to get in the shower, prepare, throw on his new big hooded sweatshirt, baggy cargo jeans, classic adidas fat shoelaced sneakers, and baseball cap backwards as usual, grab two bottles of champagne he'd been saving for wild occasions to use on girls like a super soaker and hustle over to his car. He remembered those club nights, and how they always ended. He couldn't get with a single girl, and it was getting to be rather annoying. Maybe in his own fantasia, things would be a little different.
He looked kind of silly in public his eagerness showing in his attitude as he got into the car smiling like a kid on Christmas, but he wasn't worried about what all the attitude-driven hot girls who walked the streets would think. They'd probably still be interested in him. That was what he thought but it wasn't exactly what Fantasia meant.
The other thing that was funny, was that even though the streets looked the same as he was coming out of California and taking the long road over to God knew Where through Nevada is that even though everything still looked the same his eyes witnessed it all in a different fashion.
Backstage she thought that she'd get pale and sick from all the makeup that they put on her face. Perhaps she'd been doing this for years. Inside her mind still existed dreams of Spira. she remembered herself as a being greater than what she had become. It was because of that that she could not stop staring at herself in the mirror just hoping that if she looked long enough that she would discover this true powerful godess or guardian that she was inside.
She felt as though it didn't work, and it had her wanting to cry a little, but no. Tears couldn't be accepted anywhere. She couldn't even accept such weak emotions coming from her because it wasn't the type of girl she was made to be in this world, but what kind of a human could take the torture forever? Years would go by. Would she still live under this lifestyle for all her years? When could all the slave work be over? When could she stop putting on a face for guys? When could she only be a servant to only herself, and get rid of the shit in her mouth?
Never perhaps, and daydreaming was a pain too, because it only made her want to escape even more. She'd tried thousands of times. The reason she could say 'thousands' was that all the beatings, and shovings came down to a point that she couldn't remember when the last time was that she actually had any peace. Eons ago perhaps.
Everytime that she heard a knock at the door she got nervous. Afraid that her pimp would be standing in the door way sneering, always thinking of something to say to either make her feel like that little princess she didn't want to be, or something to down size her, and make her feel even more helpless and inferior than she already was. Even though the makeup made her feel a little slow in the head it no doubt made her look wonderful. Sure her skin was pale white but the hot red lipstick made her smile look cute and devilish. her small eyebrows and lashes all done up n' everything. The outfit looked something like a black kimono, but there were big slits on all the sides that just showed off her lovely legs. The bow around her waist was rather tight thought. She just hoped that she would be able to breathe well, that she didn't all of a sudden just die out in that room when everyone was waiting for her. In fact, it looked as though this was her finest hour, and she looked her best. Her breasts hidden halfway under the outfit but still a pair of eyecatchers. She looked at her sharp nails and put her hand up to the mirror as though it were a cat's claw ready to strike.
Even if it was a brief moment of humor, it still made her want to laugh. She'd take anything over being melancholy, or needing pills to get through one night. Maybe if she kept it up she wouldn't need any kind of medicine because Seymour hated to see her like that. It at first, made him dissapointed, then angry, and then right to the beatings. At first it was a few play slaps, but then he'd seriously bruise her, and his knife was something she never wanted to come in contact with again. There were a few times when he really decked her just for making some off hand comment, and he blew his stack as though she'd said the worst thing possible. She obviously couldn't fight him. The only weapon that she had was to keep him happy, and this time she would make him so proud that perhaps he wouldn't even touch her. He didn't knock just simply burst through , and was leaning against the side of the doorway. Watching her with stone cold eyes, his mouth still twisted in a smile but she didn't know what that meant any more. He was probably still mad about her 'not obeying the master' the other night, but she didn't really know if that was enough to tick him off to the breaking point.
" You've willingly disobeyed me again Lulu."
(Shit. Please not now.) She thought.
" It's okay though. I forgive you. Listen, if you ever happen to have any qualms about the way I treat you, I want you to come out and tell me."
He came over, and kneeled by her chair holding his head on his arm and hand that rested on the table. It made the jitters burn through her body to actually see him getting closer to her when their relationship had been so stiff these past days.
" You see-" His index finger traced up the side of her face and directed it to face him.
" I can give you worlds more than what you have. You always wanted to be a queen someday. You can become one." His hands grasped hers in a loving way. She didn't show it but inside she was melting.
" If you do this well for me tonight. Pleasure will be unlimited to you . I promise. At night before you go to sleep. We can have it slow this time. Just the way you like. How about that?"
Her voice was light, and dream-like but soft. The very thing that pleasured Seymour even more.
" Yes. I'll do it."
She even tried to smile for him but it would be a long time before she could do that for him again.
He came up to the bouncer all confident. Barely even noticing him as he walked up to the gate. No need to search him. He had nothing bad on him, but as he kept on walking with his eyes almost closed he then noticed himself crashing into something big.
" You think you deserve to be let through little man?" The bouncer gave him a wierd pair of eyes.
"....?" Drake had no response
" Of course you do man! I'm just fucking around. Go on. It's all yours Hudson."
" W-wait! H-how'd you know my name?"
For that, the bouncer had no answer. He let him pass.
He was getting his groove on as soon as he came into the sex club rave. It seemed like every girl was taken, but no need to worry. There had to be someone who was alone. Under the green lights it made everyone look just as vibrant and happy as they supposedly were. Freak dancing with no authority to get in the way. There were a bunch of girls over on one side of the room. As he swayed his way over to where they were grinding, a cool finger pointing to them implying the question 'may I?' got him an invitation to jam right in between all their bodies. You couldn't breathe too well in there, but who cared? It was a night full of fun. No need to worry about his car being jacked while he was here or something random or stupid. If he had even just a little bit of control over his destiny then maybe it was all right.
The song changed up from Madonna's 'beautiful stranger' into DMX's 'we right here'. It was the first time that he noticed that he was really in a present time that wasn't normal.
The crowd backed up in a circle, and two guy who were dancing in the middle of the floor in a one on one face off looked so familiar. One of them had a lion chain around his neck. Brown hair, scar against the side of his face. His clothes were all adidas gear and t-hirt but they were in his favorite two colors. Black and white.
The other guy was like his opposite twin but his hair was red, and his gear was in blue, he was hard to recognize at first but then it came to his head instantly.
( Summoner Issaru, and Squall Leonhart? This little pen did all this? Oh come on!)
But when he came out in the middle of the floor to challenge them both, the simple truth came before his eyes. It was them in the flesh, and no other. He was actually alive in his own dream.
The guys tore up the floor showing off their six-steps, and robotic flowing movements, some girls were swooning while everyone else gave their encouragement with whoops and cheers. Issaru actually executing the 'worm'. It was rather odd, but when he came back with a 360 degree helicopter move. His legs around in the air the 'oohs' and 'aaahs' returned to him. It was confirmed. He never did have THIS much fun.
The crowd all moved off the floor as a parade of all the other dancing show girls, and pros cane out. some of them stripping, sliding around on bars or in cages high above.
The front tables were the spots where all the rich figures were at. From up above Tidus, one of the most promising basketball players in the country looked down at all the festivities below, as the club owner came out after getting one hell of an introduction. He welcomed everyone, and told them the show would begin in a short while.
Tidus brushed off the front of his suit and took out a cigar, signaling for Wakka to give him a light.
" I'm sorry if your team needs better players big guy but the Lakers still want me. Right now I just want to relax with al the luxuries I've got now. It's still going to be 'move over Kobe Bryant, and Shaq' because I've ten times their performance and energy."
" Jordan probably thinks you're on steroids because of your power ya. All of the old schoolers say that you're not a baller you're just a fake superman."
" Hmph." He let the smoke trace out of his mouth " That's how it is when you start winning championships. Everyone's on your back wondering where you bought your skills from. This is natural and all these guys all bullshitting me. Maybe the big leagues are all screwed up you know. I just wish I could go home to Yuna and forget about it sometimes."
" With your dad as coach it's hard ya? Well you just remember that if you sign with me I'll double your salary, and benefits brudda. Contract for six years, and you can go places. You don't need to play with all the popular guys. They'll only get jealous. You are a one man team already, plus your father is pretty rough on people."
" Yeah, but you know what? Let's forget about it and enjoy the show. They say Miss Lulu's the hottest girl in town these days."
" You ain't lyin." Wakka smiled. His face looked kind of eerie under the table lights as it cast a ghostly shadow over his face.
" You mean...you hit that?!"
" Of course I did! She loves me. Heh heh. As a matter of fact I'm thinking about going back to her room for a second round tonight ya."
" (snicker) Save some for me." Tidus chuckled as he looked at Wakka one more time before turning his head to see the performance
All the guys hollered for her, and Drake was just wondering what all the commotion was all about. He turned to Issaru.
" What's all the commotion?"
" You'll see. Every night they can, men come from all over to see this chick. She is...whooooo!
"She's the best girl that Seymour's got in this place." Squall admitted. " There's just something about her moves and everything that looks like she knows you when she comes up on you or something. All intimate but damn sexy. She's got this thing other than simple attraction that makes you want her instantly, but then she walks away, and some guys are only lucky if they get a touch. Only the rich fellas up here get to be with her. Besides that, her body is just.....'mmm mmm' good."
Well as long as it showed interest he decided to watch and see just exactly what these people were talking about.
He heard Brandy's 'full moon' playing, but it sure as a mofo- wasn't her on stage. Lulu's voice did sound somewhat similar when she sang it out. The lights getting all blue and making her look all cool and dark, showered by lights, other dancers in full costume complimenting her with all of their moves as she came up center stage her face appearing slowly through the steel fan she held. You could hear guys drooling behind you. Seeing this just amazed him. He felt a chill down his spine but it was a good chill. Other people would simply imagine what it would be like to get with her. All the big guys were anticipating a moment with her.
But his imagination in this world could be brought to life. Maybe he could at least get her to notice him. He saw that the club owner was sitting over by some fancy schmany b- ball figures who were supposed to the people she was going to come up to. all like it was some big suprise. Interesting, but they didn't know the power that an author had.
His hand casually reached for the pen. He flipped, and twirled it around in his hands as he chilled by the wall. Thinking he had all the time in the world to change the story. The visor of his LA dodgers cap over his face like he was trying to 'profile' or look intriguing as he tossed it up and the pen glowed green as it fell back in his hands.
BAM! The stage light made its way over and focused on him. The guys were whooping louder as she came down from the stage making her way towards men in their seats who some might have given a glance, others she came up on them and turned away as though they were second choice. Then he could see her coming over to where he was. What a suprise.
(I am NOT selling this pen. EVER!) he thought. On the outside he was still playing it cool. Her hands were soft against his face, but cold not warm. Warm meant she was used. Well of course she was used, but even for a moment she felt fresh to him, and having that posterior rub somewhat up against him as she got up as well as her hands almost made is heart skip a beat, but he didn't show too much of his excitement. He simply raised his eyebrows, and smiled. It was the only sign of his interest that he was giving away. The others cheered him on. Squall covered his face in his hands and Issaru yelled
"Go get her boy!"
Seymour watched it all from his seat. Thoughts running throug his head so fast that he couldn't put it all together. The only thing he was wondering was..why she wasn't at the table with him and Coach Wakka. He began to wonder the same thing. They didn't see Tidus around so they thought that maybe it was him or some other local rich who was in the hooded shirt, and was being led away with her for a dance.
As she twirled around under his guiding arm and wrapped into him, he felt her body for another brief moment. It was enough to shoot his brain through the roof but he played along with this game as best as he could as she left him it was like she was still reaching out to him. He tipped up his hat giving a cool teethy smile, letting her know that whatever she did she got him, and at the same time hoping that perhaps she still saw him as her own object of interest before the show was over. As she was led away when the show ended and the lights became normal again. Everyone clapped. Nervous that the club owner would start wondering who this little street kid was that got his hands on his main girl he slid down his visor and continued playing incognito. There was something in his pocket. His hand digging in to fish it out. A hotel key, a little note tab attached to it.
" Suite 45. Come up and we can finish what we started."
She must've slid it in his pocket when she got all close on him. Smooth. Real smooth. He chuckled and mozied his way on out of the club. Giving quick glances around hoping that none of the owners or big bosses were looking for him since he kind of made a name for himself.
Jogging across the street he stopped on the other end of the sidewalk finally getting a good look at old Las Vegas. He would have never gotten the chance to come here between work, and his cheap vacations in his normal life. Moving past pedestrians he kept on reading the invitations. The recptionists at the front desk obviously didn't recognize him so there was no 'Welcome Mr. Hudson' like the bouncer. They said there was no reservation under his name but he caught on quickly, and held out the glowing pen.
" Oh you must be here for Miss Lulu." She's right up in Suite 45.
Thinking about her on the elevator ride up, he wondered how long this dream was going to last. He remembered he'd lost his virginity on prom night, and it was the last time that he'd ever touched a girl since. He asked himself time, and time again wheter or not this was real, but when he touched the walls, and tables they sure felt real. Lulu felt so surreal that he didn't know whether his imagination had become reality or not. He was still nervous coming up to her room but held it in. The door in front of him he hoped that none of this was a mistake, and knocked lightly tapping a little beat to show he had style then leaned casually by the wall waiting for a response.
The door opened slowly and there that little vixen dressed in that lovely outfit was. She stared into his eyes for the longest time. Earlier he was just a shadow. She wanted to know just who lived behind that shadow. His face looked like that of a friendly college kid. Smiley, but his eyes an innocent light brown. He was holding up two bottles of champagne. His eyebrows raising up and down quickly implying the words 'wanna have fun?' She chuckled
" You overdid it a little, but thanks."
" It's not my night. It's yours." he said as he walked in and set them on the table.
" Really?" she asked. Her eyes lighting up " Does that mean I get to do whatever I want?"
"(snicker) (groan) You mean beat up the ass, sucking and all that stuff? When's the last time you ever did something real?"
" Last night. The night before, and the night before." She thought dreamily
" I mean with passion.....kinda like the chills coming down my spine that I'm feeling right now just looking at you." He'd already tossed off the cap, hood ,and under T shirt. Wondering what she was going to say about his upper body.
" You have an interesting form." Her hands grazed around him. It gave him even more of a chill. She touched him again, and he wondered just what sort of prize did he earn to get this. Nothing so wonderful came for free.
" Ahh phoeey." Drake shook his head " I only have the trim. Not much build. I don't know what makes you gals go so crazy over it either." He moved his hands over just starting to let down the sleeves on her shoulders, and good lord, those two breats were big, but he moved her sleeves back on and moved back on the bed.
" Getting cold feet already boy? You came up here."
" No. I was wondering if you could dance it off." He challenged with a grin finding a remote control by a table, he switched through songs on the stereo till he found the perfect one.
from the sleeves down to the bow and the dress, and she really knew how to do it. It was only when the bra came off that his head accidentally hit the wall and he let out a weak squealing breath. An instant reaction. The only thing that was left on was her thong.
" What do you think now?" she asked
" Come here now...please?" His voice was all shaken up, but when she smiled it forced him to think about how stiff he was and come out and just smile again. They put their hands on each other, and began to live a night that felt extreme for the both of them. One that Lulu was actually satisfied would go on through the night till morning.
Seymour looked around frantically for him. But they had already said Sir Tidus had left the area, thought the show was wonderful, and would maybe come back next week, and he had dibs on Lulu. Then who was the wiseguy that was in her room? If no one else it should have been him. He stormed out. Looking around in the streets. He was so drunk he couldn't even remember the hotel she was at. One thing was for sure. When he found her it was going to a living hell.
The next morning.
He'd gotten on his cap turning it backwards and posing in an old school fashion to see if one night hadn't left him totally raggedy looking.
" Time for you to go huh?" She asked. Seeing her wake up startled him.
" Yep. I've seen enough of Vegas. Gotta get a head start if I'm gonna keep traveling the midwest. It was real nice meeting you though." He took up her hand and kissed it. Something was wrong though. He could see it in her eyes.
" Something tells me that last night was a rare occasion for you huh?"
" Well...yeah."
This was a totally unprofessional move but for some reason she felt that he was so honest to her, and she had been under Seymour's cage for so long.
" Nobody ever touched me with such care the way you did. I almost.....wished it wasn't over."
" I know. Time flies doesn't it?" He agreed " I guess you'd rather not go back 'home' either. Wanting to stay trapped in a fantasy are you?"
" Yeah."
He brought his hand to her face. She let it rest there.
" Life never treats people fair. You know it seems like everything's against you you know? Especially time itself. You're eyes, they're watering." he observed " almost as though you'll miss me or something."
" No its..." she couldn't tell him about the trap she'd been living in.
I though you'd be a bit more confident since you have the power to melt a man. I know you've done it a lot but when a person has a power they forget about in a while. When I first saw you, you were wonderful up on that stage. People say you're the greatest in town."
" Yeah but I wonder how long I'll be able to stay like that."
" Do you know what it means to be great? Consider that. Dare me to say it but you're better than the people who think that they own you. Yes you are.You're a person, and coming up here last night I thought you were going to impose on me, get me all nervous with the 'what do you wanna do?' and 'better make it quick before time runs out' but no you're honest. You talk to people, and you don't live a lie, and that is very rare in this world. You're a queen form what I see."
" Thanks." she rewarded him with something she thought she'd never give to an outsider. This character had read into her thoughts, just by looking into her eyes. She was breaking away from her job, and she knew it but didn't care. Seymour would never promise even one fifth of the kindness that this man had shown to her and she was falling already into his arms foolishly, because she wanted, and had not been able to want in a long time.
That day as she checked out and walked back home she came out feeling twice as better as she did the other night
AUTHORS NOTE
Kay. M' done for now.For the next chapter it's basically going to be a full view of each character, and the stress that comes over their lives. For Tidus in the next chapter. He's a B-ball player, but if it's one thing I notice that's common in the world, you see a lot of these players in court for something like marijuana and gun possession charges. How's that for authenticity?...and I'm not sure how I'm going to get Drake involved in this next chapter, but I guess it'll be a twist of fate that he meets Tidus and the others. Please tell me what you think about this one. I'm nowhere near selfish but outside opinons kill the writers block......and I HATE writer's block.
I'm back people. Still ready to continue. If ya'll caught on to what earthly roles the characters have, then in a review or something you could say what type of jobs seem to fit their personalities best. This is just my opinion see?
Chapter 2
Her Longest night.
It was still night time when he woke up. Raining extremely hard. After wondering why he was still in his bed clothes, T shirt and pajamas, and not in a hospital bed, immediately, the next thing he did was go look for his roomate but he was nowhere to be found. All of his belongings had dissapeared. He heard the knock at his front door and found only a note at the doorstep.
You're one of the few invited to Seymour's WildClub in the Red Light District. The party begins at 10:00 and lasts till 3:00AM. Bring a friend.
What he really stopped to look at was the scribbling under all the fancy text. Another message.
'If you come. You'll find answers. Welcome to Fantasia.'
He decided to get in the shower, prepare, throw on his new big hooded sweatshirt, baggy cargo jeans, classic adidas fat shoelaced sneakers, and baseball cap backwards as usual, grab two bottles of champagne he'd been saving for wild occasions to use on girls like a super soaker and hustle over to his car. He remembered those club nights, and how they always ended. He couldn't get with a single girl, and it was getting to be rather annoying. Maybe in his own fantasia, things would be a little different.
He looked kind of silly in public his eagerness showing in his attitude as he got into the car smiling like a kid on Christmas, but he wasn't worried about what all the attitude-driven hot girls who walked the streets would think. They'd probably still be interested in him. That was what he thought but it wasn't exactly what Fantasia meant.
The other thing that was funny, was that even though the streets looked the same as he was coming out of California and taking the long road over to God knew Where through Nevada is that even though everything still looked the same his eyes witnessed it all in a different fashion.
Backstage she thought that she'd get pale and sick from all the makeup that they put on her face. Perhaps she'd been doing this for years. Inside her mind still existed dreams of Spira. she remembered herself as a being greater than what she had become. It was because of that that she could not stop staring at herself in the mirror just hoping that if she looked long enough that she would discover this true powerful godess or guardian that she was inside.
She felt as though it didn't work, and it had her wanting to cry a little, but no. Tears couldn't be accepted anywhere. She couldn't even accept such weak emotions coming from her because it wasn't the type of girl she was made to be in this world, but what kind of a human could take the torture forever? Years would go by. Would she still live under this lifestyle for all her years? When could all the slave work be over? When could she stop putting on a face for guys? When could she only be a servant to only herself, and get rid of the shit in her mouth?
Never perhaps, and daydreaming was a pain too, because it only made her want to escape even more. She'd tried thousands of times. The reason she could say 'thousands' was that all the beatings, and shovings came down to a point that she couldn't remember when the last time was that she actually had any peace. Eons ago perhaps.
Everytime that she heard a knock at the door she got nervous. Afraid that her pimp would be standing in the door way sneering, always thinking of something to say to either make her feel like that little princess she didn't want to be, or something to down size her, and make her feel even more helpless and inferior than she already was. Even though the makeup made her feel a little slow in the head it no doubt made her look wonderful. Sure her skin was pale white but the hot red lipstick made her smile look cute and devilish. her small eyebrows and lashes all done up n' everything. The outfit looked something like a black kimono, but there were big slits on all the sides that just showed off her lovely legs. The bow around her waist was rather tight thought. She just hoped that she would be able to breathe well, that she didn't all of a sudden just die out in that room when everyone was waiting for her. In fact, it looked as though this was her finest hour, and she looked her best. Her breasts hidden halfway under the outfit but still a pair of eyecatchers. She looked at her sharp nails and put her hand up to the mirror as though it were a cat's claw ready to strike.
Even if it was a brief moment of humor, it still made her want to laugh. She'd take anything over being melancholy, or needing pills to get through one night. Maybe if she kept it up she wouldn't need any kind of medicine because Seymour hated to see her like that. It at first, made him dissapointed, then angry, and then right to the beatings. At first it was a few play slaps, but then he'd seriously bruise her, and his knife was something she never wanted to come in contact with again. There were a few times when he really decked her just for making some off hand comment, and he blew his stack as though she'd said the worst thing possible. She obviously couldn't fight him. The only weapon that she had was to keep him happy, and this time she would make him so proud that perhaps he wouldn't even touch her. He didn't knock just simply burst through , and was leaning against the side of the doorway. Watching her with stone cold eyes, his mouth still twisted in a smile but she didn't know what that meant any more. He was probably still mad about her 'not obeying the master' the other night, but she didn't really know if that was enough to tick him off to the breaking point.
" You've willingly disobeyed me again Lulu."
(Shit. Please not now.) She thought.
" It's okay though. I forgive you. Listen, if you ever happen to have any qualms about the way I treat you, I want you to come out and tell me."
He came over, and kneeled by her chair holding his head on his arm and hand that rested on the table. It made the jitters burn through her body to actually see him getting closer to her when their relationship had been so stiff these past days.
" You see-" His index finger traced up the side of her face and directed it to face him.
" I can give you worlds more than what you have. You always wanted to be a queen someday. You can become one." His hands grasped hers in a loving way. She didn't show it but inside she was melting.
" If you do this well for me tonight. Pleasure will be unlimited to you . I promise. At night before you go to sleep. We can have it slow this time. Just the way you like. How about that?"
Her voice was light, and dream-like but soft. The very thing that pleasured Seymour even more.
" Yes. I'll do it."
She even tried to smile for him but it would be a long time before she could do that for him again.
He came up to the bouncer all confident. Barely even noticing him as he walked up to the gate. No need to search him. He had nothing bad on him, but as he kept on walking with his eyes almost closed he then noticed himself crashing into something big.
" You think you deserve to be let through little man?" The bouncer gave him a wierd pair of eyes.
"....?" Drake had no response
" Of course you do man! I'm just fucking around. Go on. It's all yours Hudson."
" W-wait! H-how'd you know my name?"
For that, the bouncer had no answer. He let him pass.
He was getting his groove on as soon as he came into the sex club rave. It seemed like every girl was taken, but no need to worry. There had to be someone who was alone. Under the green lights it made everyone look just as vibrant and happy as they supposedly were. Freak dancing with no authority to get in the way. There were a bunch of girls over on one side of the room. As he swayed his way over to where they were grinding, a cool finger pointing to them implying the question 'may I?' got him an invitation to jam right in between all their bodies. You couldn't breathe too well in there, but who cared? It was a night full of fun. No need to worry about his car being jacked while he was here or something random or stupid. If he had even just a little bit of control over his destiny then maybe it was all right.
The song changed up from Madonna's 'beautiful stranger' into DMX's 'we right here'. It was the first time that he noticed that he was really in a present time that wasn't normal.
The crowd backed up in a circle, and two guy who were dancing in the middle of the floor in a one on one face off looked so familiar. One of them had a lion chain around his neck. Brown hair, scar against the side of his face. His clothes were all adidas gear and t-hirt but they were in his favorite two colors. Black and white.
The other guy was like his opposite twin but his hair was red, and his gear was in blue, he was hard to recognize at first but then it came to his head instantly.
( Summoner Issaru, and Squall Leonhart? This little pen did all this? Oh come on!)
But when he came out in the middle of the floor to challenge them both, the simple truth came before his eyes. It was them in the flesh, and no other. He was actually alive in his own dream.
The guys tore up the floor showing off their six-steps, and robotic flowing movements, some girls were swooning while everyone else gave their encouragement with whoops and cheers. Issaru actually executing the 'worm'. It was rather odd, but when he came back with a 360 degree helicopter move. His legs around in the air the 'oohs' and 'aaahs' returned to him. It was confirmed. He never did have THIS much fun.
The crowd all moved off the floor as a parade of all the other dancing show girls, and pros cane out. some of them stripping, sliding around on bars or in cages high above.
The front tables were the spots where all the rich figures were at. From up above Tidus, one of the most promising basketball players in the country looked down at all the festivities below, as the club owner came out after getting one hell of an introduction. He welcomed everyone, and told them the show would begin in a short while.
Tidus brushed off the front of his suit and took out a cigar, signaling for Wakka to give him a light.
" I'm sorry if your team needs better players big guy but the Lakers still want me. Right now I just want to relax with al the luxuries I've got now. It's still going to be 'move over Kobe Bryant, and Shaq' because I've ten times their performance and energy."
" Jordan probably thinks you're on steroids because of your power ya. All of the old schoolers say that you're not a baller you're just a fake superman."
" Hmph." He let the smoke trace out of his mouth " That's how it is when you start winning championships. Everyone's on your back wondering where you bought your skills from. This is natural and all these guys all bullshitting me. Maybe the big leagues are all screwed up you know. I just wish I could go home to Yuna and forget about it sometimes."
" With your dad as coach it's hard ya? Well you just remember that if you sign with me I'll double your salary, and benefits brudda. Contract for six years, and you can go places. You don't need to play with all the popular guys. They'll only get jealous. You are a one man team already, plus your father is pretty rough on people."
" Yeah, but you know what? Let's forget about it and enjoy the show. They say Miss Lulu's the hottest girl in town these days."
" You ain't lyin." Wakka smiled. His face looked kind of eerie under the table lights as it cast a ghostly shadow over his face.
" You mean...you hit that?!"
" Of course I did! She loves me. Heh heh. As a matter of fact I'm thinking about going back to her room for a second round tonight ya."
" (snicker) Save some for me." Tidus chuckled as he looked at Wakka one more time before turning his head to see the performance
All the guys hollered for her, and Drake was just wondering what all the commotion was all about. He turned to Issaru.
" What's all the commotion?"
" You'll see. Every night they can, men come from all over to see this chick. She is...whooooo!
"She's the best girl that Seymour's got in this place." Squall admitted. " There's just something about her moves and everything that looks like she knows you when she comes up on you or something. All intimate but damn sexy. She's got this thing other than simple attraction that makes you want her instantly, but then she walks away, and some guys are only lucky if they get a touch. Only the rich fellas up here get to be with her. Besides that, her body is just.....'mmm mmm' good."
Well as long as it showed interest he decided to watch and see just exactly what these people were talking about.
He heard Brandy's 'full moon' playing, but it sure as a mofo- wasn't her on stage. Lulu's voice did sound somewhat similar when she sang it out. The lights getting all blue and making her look all cool and dark, showered by lights, other dancers in full costume complimenting her with all of their moves as she came up center stage her face appearing slowly through the steel fan she held. You could hear guys drooling behind you. Seeing this just amazed him. He felt a chill down his spine but it was a good chill. Other people would simply imagine what it would be like to get with her. All the big guys were anticipating a moment with her.
But his imagination in this world could be brought to life. Maybe he could at least get her to notice him. He saw that the club owner was sitting over by some fancy schmany b- ball figures who were supposed to the people she was going to come up to. all like it was some big suprise. Interesting, but they didn't know the power that an author had.
His hand casually reached for the pen. He flipped, and twirled it around in his hands as he chilled by the wall. Thinking he had all the time in the world to change the story. The visor of his LA dodgers cap over his face like he was trying to 'profile' or look intriguing as he tossed it up and the pen glowed green as it fell back in his hands.
BAM! The stage light made its way over and focused on him. The guys were whooping louder as she came down from the stage making her way towards men in their seats who some might have given a glance, others she came up on them and turned away as though they were second choice. Then he could see her coming over to where he was. What a suprise.
(I am NOT selling this pen. EVER!) he thought. On the outside he was still playing it cool. Her hands were soft against his face, but cold not warm. Warm meant she was used. Well of course she was used, but even for a moment she felt fresh to him, and having that posterior rub somewhat up against him as she got up as well as her hands almost made is heart skip a beat, but he didn't show too much of his excitement. He simply raised his eyebrows, and smiled. It was the only sign of his interest that he was giving away. The others cheered him on. Squall covered his face in his hands and Issaru yelled
"Go get her boy!"
Seymour watched it all from his seat. Thoughts running throug his head so fast that he couldn't put it all together. The only thing he was wondering was..why she wasn't at the table with him and Coach Wakka. He began to wonder the same thing. They didn't see Tidus around so they thought that maybe it was him or some other local rich who was in the hooded shirt, and was being led away with her for a dance.
As she twirled around under his guiding arm and wrapped into him, he felt her body for another brief moment. It was enough to shoot his brain through the roof but he played along with this game as best as he could as she left him it was like she was still reaching out to him. He tipped up his hat giving a cool teethy smile, letting her know that whatever she did she got him, and at the same time hoping that perhaps she still saw him as her own object of interest before the show was over. As she was led away when the show ended and the lights became normal again. Everyone clapped. Nervous that the club owner would start wondering who this little street kid was that got his hands on his main girl he slid down his visor and continued playing incognito. There was something in his pocket. His hand digging in to fish it out. A hotel key, a little note tab attached to it.
" Suite 45. Come up and we can finish what we started."
She must've slid it in his pocket when she got all close on him. Smooth. Real smooth. He chuckled and mozied his way on out of the club. Giving quick glances around hoping that none of the owners or big bosses were looking for him since he kind of made a name for himself.
Jogging across the street he stopped on the other end of the sidewalk finally getting a good look at old Las Vegas. He would have never gotten the chance to come here between work, and his cheap vacations in his normal life. Moving past pedestrians he kept on reading the invitations. The recptionists at the front desk obviously didn't recognize him so there was no 'Welcome Mr. Hudson' like the bouncer. They said there was no reservation under his name but he caught on quickly, and held out the glowing pen.
" Oh you must be here for Miss Lulu." She's right up in Suite 45.
Thinking about her on the elevator ride up, he wondered how long this dream was going to last. He remembered he'd lost his virginity on prom night, and it was the last time that he'd ever touched a girl since. He asked himself time, and time again wheter or not this was real, but when he touched the walls, and tables they sure felt real. Lulu felt so surreal that he didn't know whether his imagination had become reality or not. He was still nervous coming up to her room but held it in. The door in front of him he hoped that none of this was a mistake, and knocked lightly tapping a little beat to show he had style then leaned casually by the wall waiting for a response.
The door opened slowly and there that little vixen dressed in that lovely outfit was. She stared into his eyes for the longest time. Earlier he was just a shadow. She wanted to know just who lived behind that shadow. His face looked like that of a friendly college kid. Smiley, but his eyes an innocent light brown. He was holding up two bottles of champagne. His eyebrows raising up and down quickly implying the words 'wanna have fun?' She chuckled
" You overdid it a little, but thanks."
" It's not my night. It's yours." he said as he walked in and set them on the table.
" Really?" she asked. Her eyes lighting up " Does that mean I get to do whatever I want?"
"(snicker) (groan) You mean beat up the ass, sucking and all that stuff? When's the last time you ever did something real?"
" Last night. The night before, and the night before." She thought dreamily
" I mean with passion.....kinda like the chills coming down my spine that I'm feeling right now just looking at you." He'd already tossed off the cap, hood ,and under T shirt. Wondering what she was going to say about his upper body.
" You have an interesting form." Her hands grazed around him. It gave him even more of a chill. She touched him again, and he wondered just what sort of prize did he earn to get this. Nothing so wonderful came for free.
" Ahh phoeey." Drake shook his head " I only have the trim. Not much build. I don't know what makes you gals go so crazy over it either." He moved his hands over just starting to let down the sleeves on her shoulders, and good lord, those two breats were big, but he moved her sleeves back on and moved back on the bed.
" Getting cold feet already boy? You came up here."
" No. I was wondering if you could dance it off." He challenged with a grin finding a remote control by a table, he switched through songs on the stereo till he found the perfect one.
from the sleeves down to the bow and the dress, and she really knew how to do it. It was only when the bra came off that his head accidentally hit the wall and he let out a weak squealing breath. An instant reaction. The only thing that was left on was her thong.
" What do you think now?" she asked
" Come here now...please?" His voice was all shaken up, but when she smiled it forced him to think about how stiff he was and come out and just smile again. They put their hands on each other, and began to live a night that felt extreme for the both of them. One that Lulu was actually satisfied would go on through the night till morning.
Seymour looked around frantically for him. But they had already said Sir Tidus had left the area, thought the show was wonderful, and would maybe come back next week, and he had dibs on Lulu. Then who was the wiseguy that was in her room? If no one else it should have been him. He stormed out. Looking around in the streets. He was so drunk he couldn't even remember the hotel she was at. One thing was for sure. When he found her it was going to a living hell.
The next morning.
He'd gotten on his cap turning it backwards and posing in an old school fashion to see if one night hadn't left him totally raggedy looking.
" Time for you to go huh?" She asked. Seeing her wake up startled him.
" Yep. I've seen enough of Vegas. Gotta get a head start if I'm gonna keep traveling the midwest. It was real nice meeting you though." He took up her hand and kissed it. Something was wrong though. He could see it in her eyes.
" Something tells me that last night was a rare occasion for you huh?"
" Well...yeah."
This was a totally unprofessional move but for some reason she felt that he was so honest to her, and she had been under Seymour's cage for so long.
" Nobody ever touched me with such care the way you did. I almost.....wished it wasn't over."
" I know. Time flies doesn't it?" He agreed " I guess you'd rather not go back 'home' either. Wanting to stay trapped in a fantasy are you?"
" Yeah."
He brought his hand to her face. She let it rest there.
" Life never treats people fair. You know it seems like everything's against you you know? Especially time itself. You're eyes, they're watering." he observed " almost as though you'll miss me or something."
" No its..." she couldn't tell him about the trap she'd been living in.
I though you'd be a bit more confident since you have the power to melt a man. I know you've done it a lot but when a person has a power they forget about in a while. When I first saw you, you were wonderful up on that stage. People say you're the greatest in town."
" Yeah but I wonder how long I'll be able to stay like that."
" Do you know what it means to be great? Consider that. Dare me to say it but you're better than the people who think that they own you. Yes you are.You're a person, and coming up here last night I thought you were going to impose on me, get me all nervous with the 'what do you wanna do?' and 'better make it quick before time runs out' but no you're honest. You talk to people, and you don't live a lie, and that is very rare in this world. You're a queen form what I see."
" Thanks." she rewarded him with something she thought she'd never give to an outsider. This character had read into her thoughts, just by looking into her eyes. She was breaking away from her job, and she knew it but didn't care. Seymour would never promise even one fifth of the kindness that this man had shown to her and she was falling already into his arms foolishly, because she wanted, and had not been able to want in a long time.
That day as she checked out and walked back home she came out feeling twice as better as she did the other night
AUTHORS NOTE
Kay. M' done for now.For the next chapter it's basically going to be a full view of each character, and the stress that comes over their lives. For Tidus in the next chapter. He's a B-ball player, but if it's one thing I notice that's common in the world, you see a lot of these players in court for something like marijuana and gun possession charges. How's that for authenticity?...and I'm not sure how I'm going to get Drake involved in this next chapter, but I guess it'll be a twist of fate that he meets Tidus and the others. Please tell me what you think about this one. I'm nowhere near selfish but outside opinons kill the writers block......and I HATE writer's block.