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Okay, so I've never really done a movie fic for any length of time but since people sent me reviews, I will continue! I love reviews so take the time and do it, savvy? The song is Toxic by Britney Spears from the In the Zone album. No, I'm not really a fan, but it's a neat song.
THE KARAOKE BAR
Hannibal could see that his precious Clarice had gotten a little better since his visit a month ago. He wouldn't let himself enter the house but he did watch from a distance. She was running more now and eating more than alcohol for dinner. She no longer nursed a bottle of Jack Daniels at night but replaced it with soda. He was pleased to see that he had made such an impact.
The phone interrupted her thoughts and for once Clarice answered. She didn't like the sound of the ring and twice now she had nearly thrown it out the window. With a sigh, she picked up the receiver.
"Starling," she said, adjusting herself on the couch.
"Clarice! You finally picked up! I was getting worried girl," the voice on the other end chided.
"Ardelia! Hey, how are ya?" Clarice practically yelled.
"Good, good. Actually I am being transferred to New York."
"That's.great, Delia. When?"
"Next week. But I wanted to know if you would go out with me tonight. For old times sake, ya know?"
"Well, I suppose that would be nice. It HAS been a while since we've done anything."
"Exactly why you should come! I know this great grill and bar that has karaoke tonight."
"Okay, sounds good."
"I'll pick you up around seven, 'kay?"
"Right, see you then."
Clarice hung up and smiled. How long had it been since she and Ardelia went out? To a karaoke bar no less! She began to get very giddy as she hurried upstairs to prepare. She only had two hours to get ready (A/N: come on girls, we all know it takes a long time to get ready!) and she wanted to look incredibly sexy tonight. The first thing on her list was clothing which was the biggest problem. She didn't know if she even had anyth-wait! The dress that Dr. Lecter gave her! She pushed passed rows of T-shirts and pants to find the Gucci dress and shoes. She placed it on the bed but wondered if it was a little too fancy for where she was going. Who cares, she thought, I never go anywhere so why not? Make-up was next. Clarice looked into the drawer she reserved for such feminine products and laughed. Half empty. All that she had, she barely ever used including an assortment of eyeshadows, cover-up, and two tubes of lipstick. Pathetic was the only word that came to mind. She chose a never- been-used deep red lipstick and a stick of black eyeliner she found in the bottom. When she was finished, she inspected herself in the mirror and grinned. If this outfit didn't knock them dead, she didn't know what would! A knock on the door caused her to jump and look at the clock. Seven fifteen? Time sure flies and Delia is always late.
Careful not to fall down the stairs, Clarice took her time to open the door.
"Clarice! Aren't you a bit.overdressed?" her friend said when she saw the dress.
"Well, I never really go out so I thought I'd wear something special," she said as she followed Ardelia to the Taurus.
"Sure, girl, I understand."
Hannibal knew something was amiss when Starling sprinted up the stairs. Perhaps an offer for a date, he had thought. His suspicion was confirmed when he saw her put on a dress. HIS dress. He silently plotted to kill the man that was taking her out. To his surprise and relief, it was Ardelia Mapp that showed up to take Clarice out and not some suitor. Curious, he decided it was best to follow them if not to make sure they didn't get into trouble. It only took ten minutes to get to their destination, which was aptly named "Dirty Pete's." I did indeed look quite grungy and definitely not to his tastes. He decided to risk it, though. Five minutes after Clarice and Ardelia entered he followed.
"Dirty Pete's?" Clarice asked Delia
"I know what you're thinking. The place does look a bit decrepit but the food rocks and they make the best chocolate martinis on the planet," she replied as the pair found a table near the stage.
"I don't think I've ever had one of those."
Ardelia took that to mean she wanted one and went to the bar to place the order. On stage a man tried desperately to sing an Eagles tune and off, the audience booed the tone deaf man. Dejected, he returned to his seat and took a swig of beer. Clarice laughed as another contestant, drunk and reeling, staggered on to the stage. By then, Delia had returned with not only two martinis but a massive pitcher of beer.
"To us!" she shouted over the music.
"To us," Clarice returned as she held up the martini.
Hannibal found a nice table in a dark corner that wasn't too far from Clarice and her companion. His ears rang with the vile music and the idiots that tried to sing it. He really wished that he had his harpy so he could slit the woman's throat. Her voice to him sounded like nails on a chalkboard. He looked at Starling again and noticed that she was on her third glass of beer and was rosy in the cheeks. After the woman was done, Clarice stood and headed for the stage.
Clarice felt warm. VERY warm, but good in a way. She wasn't drunk yet but she was a bit tipsy. The men in the audience cat-called and she moved as seductively as she could to the mic.
"This," she slurred slightly, "goes out to a man that prolly watching me right now."
She waved and staggered a bit as the music started but she sobered up and swung her hips to the beat.
"Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm fallin'"
She sang her heart out and surprisingly sounded a bit like Spears.
"There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm lovin' it"
Hannibal's eyes widened at the choice of the song and knew it was for him. She figured that he was here.
"Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now"
She danced like a stripper wanting money and attention. She moved her hands across her body, dipped, swayed, and shook to the rhythm, letting the music take her over.
"With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic"
Clarice was amazed at herself. She would have never thought she was capable of singing so well.or was the alcohol talking? She went to the nearest guy and gave him a bit of a lap dance.
"Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now"
Hannibal was getting a bit annoyed at the attention the men were giving her and the attention SHE was giving them. He had to admit she danced wonderfully. So.arousing, he thought. She was getting closer to him. Leave or not to leave, that is the question. No reason to.
"With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic"
She could sense that he was there and she moved toward the dark corner. The spotlight followed, illuminating the way to him. This could be interesting, she said to her self.
"With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic"
In a flash, Clarice was there next to him singing to him and looking in his eyes. Not to mention dancing for him. It felt as though only they existed for the moment.
"Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now"
The song had finished and she was exhausted. She collapsed into his waiting arms and passed out just as she was being lifted.
Hannibal saw her falling and grabbed at the last second. Ardelia was getting up to help but he knew that she would kill him if she knew he was there. He grabbed Clarice and trotted out his Jaguar in the parking lot. Home would be a good place for her, he reasoned and left Mapp in his dust.
Clarice felt a cold compress on her head and light sheets around her shoulders. She could smell coffee next to her and men's cologne drifting lightly around the room. She willed her eyes open to see the damage she had done last night and who she had possibly slept with.
"I wouldn't do that Clarice," the metallic voice said, "you were very drunk last night and I found it only fitting to take you home."
She knew that voice.Hannibal.oh god. What in the world happened?
"Now then, the affects of the alcohol will only last a few more hours if you take the coffee and bread in regular intervals."
Shit, she still couldn't open her eyes.
"I will come back tonight to check on you, my dear. Until then, don't try and get up," he cautioned, "until then, ta ta."
He was gone and the memory of last night hit her like a ton of bricks. Dancing.singing.booze.shit.
Okay, so I've never really done a movie fic for any length of time but since people sent me reviews, I will continue! I love reviews so take the time and do it, savvy? The song is Toxic by Britney Spears from the In the Zone album. No, I'm not really a fan, but it's a neat song.
THE KARAOKE BAR
Hannibal could see that his precious Clarice had gotten a little better since his visit a month ago. He wouldn't let himself enter the house but he did watch from a distance. She was running more now and eating more than alcohol for dinner. She no longer nursed a bottle of Jack Daniels at night but replaced it with soda. He was pleased to see that he had made such an impact.
The phone interrupted her thoughts and for once Clarice answered. She didn't like the sound of the ring and twice now she had nearly thrown it out the window. With a sigh, she picked up the receiver.
"Starling," she said, adjusting herself on the couch.
"Clarice! You finally picked up! I was getting worried girl," the voice on the other end chided.
"Ardelia! Hey, how are ya?" Clarice practically yelled.
"Good, good. Actually I am being transferred to New York."
"That's.great, Delia. When?"
"Next week. But I wanted to know if you would go out with me tonight. For old times sake, ya know?"
"Well, I suppose that would be nice. It HAS been a while since we've done anything."
"Exactly why you should come! I know this great grill and bar that has karaoke tonight."
"Okay, sounds good."
"I'll pick you up around seven, 'kay?"
"Right, see you then."
Clarice hung up and smiled. How long had it been since she and Ardelia went out? To a karaoke bar no less! She began to get very giddy as she hurried upstairs to prepare. She only had two hours to get ready (A/N: come on girls, we all know it takes a long time to get ready!) and she wanted to look incredibly sexy tonight. The first thing on her list was clothing which was the biggest problem. She didn't know if she even had anyth-wait! The dress that Dr. Lecter gave her! She pushed passed rows of T-shirts and pants to find the Gucci dress and shoes. She placed it on the bed but wondered if it was a little too fancy for where she was going. Who cares, she thought, I never go anywhere so why not? Make-up was next. Clarice looked into the drawer she reserved for such feminine products and laughed. Half empty. All that she had, she barely ever used including an assortment of eyeshadows, cover-up, and two tubes of lipstick. Pathetic was the only word that came to mind. She chose a never- been-used deep red lipstick and a stick of black eyeliner she found in the bottom. When she was finished, she inspected herself in the mirror and grinned. If this outfit didn't knock them dead, she didn't know what would! A knock on the door caused her to jump and look at the clock. Seven fifteen? Time sure flies and Delia is always late.
Careful not to fall down the stairs, Clarice took her time to open the door.
"Clarice! Aren't you a bit.overdressed?" her friend said when she saw the dress.
"Well, I never really go out so I thought I'd wear something special," she said as she followed Ardelia to the Taurus.
"Sure, girl, I understand."
Hannibal knew something was amiss when Starling sprinted up the stairs. Perhaps an offer for a date, he had thought. His suspicion was confirmed when he saw her put on a dress. HIS dress. He silently plotted to kill the man that was taking her out. To his surprise and relief, it was Ardelia Mapp that showed up to take Clarice out and not some suitor. Curious, he decided it was best to follow them if not to make sure they didn't get into trouble. It only took ten minutes to get to their destination, which was aptly named "Dirty Pete's." I did indeed look quite grungy and definitely not to his tastes. He decided to risk it, though. Five minutes after Clarice and Ardelia entered he followed.
"Dirty Pete's?" Clarice asked Delia
"I know what you're thinking. The place does look a bit decrepit but the food rocks and they make the best chocolate martinis on the planet," she replied as the pair found a table near the stage.
"I don't think I've ever had one of those."
Ardelia took that to mean she wanted one and went to the bar to place the order. On stage a man tried desperately to sing an Eagles tune and off, the audience booed the tone deaf man. Dejected, he returned to his seat and took a swig of beer. Clarice laughed as another contestant, drunk and reeling, staggered on to the stage. By then, Delia had returned with not only two martinis but a massive pitcher of beer.
"To us!" she shouted over the music.
"To us," Clarice returned as she held up the martini.
Hannibal found a nice table in a dark corner that wasn't too far from Clarice and her companion. His ears rang with the vile music and the idiots that tried to sing it. He really wished that he had his harpy so he could slit the woman's throat. Her voice to him sounded like nails on a chalkboard. He looked at Starling again and noticed that she was on her third glass of beer and was rosy in the cheeks. After the woman was done, Clarice stood and headed for the stage.
Clarice felt warm. VERY warm, but good in a way. She wasn't drunk yet but she was a bit tipsy. The men in the audience cat-called and she moved as seductively as she could to the mic.
"This," she slurred slightly, "goes out to a man that prolly watching me right now."
She waved and staggered a bit as the music started but she sobered up and swung her hips to the beat.
"Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm fallin'"
She sang her heart out and surprisingly sounded a bit like Spears.
"There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm lovin' it"
Hannibal's eyes widened at the choice of the song and knew it was for him. She figured that he was here.
"Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now"
She danced like a stripper wanting money and attention. She moved her hands across her body, dipped, swayed, and shook to the rhythm, letting the music take her over.
"With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic"
Clarice was amazed at herself. She would have never thought she was capable of singing so well.or was the alcohol talking? She went to the nearest guy and gave him a bit of a lap dance.
"Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now"
Hannibal was getting a bit annoyed at the attention the men were giving her and the attention SHE was giving them. He had to admit she danced wonderfully. So.arousing, he thought. She was getting closer to him. Leave or not to leave, that is the question. No reason to.
"With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic"
She could sense that he was there and she moved toward the dark corner. The spotlight followed, illuminating the way to him. This could be interesting, she said to her self.
"With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic"
In a flash, Clarice was there next to him singing to him and looking in his eyes. Not to mention dancing for him. It felt as though only they existed for the moment.
"Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now"
The song had finished and she was exhausted. She collapsed into his waiting arms and passed out just as she was being lifted.
Hannibal saw her falling and grabbed at the last second. Ardelia was getting up to help but he knew that she would kill him if she knew he was there. He grabbed Clarice and trotted out his Jaguar in the parking lot. Home would be a good place for her, he reasoned and left Mapp in his dust.
Clarice felt a cold compress on her head and light sheets around her shoulders. She could smell coffee next to her and men's cologne drifting lightly around the room. She willed her eyes open to see the damage she had done last night and who she had possibly slept with.
"I wouldn't do that Clarice," the metallic voice said, "you were very drunk last night and I found it only fitting to take you home."
She knew that voice.Hannibal.oh god. What in the world happened?
"Now then, the affects of the alcohol will only last a few more hours if you take the coffee and bread in regular intervals."
Shit, she still couldn't open her eyes.
"I will come back tonight to check on you, my dear. Until then, don't try and get up," he cautioned, "until then, ta ta."
He was gone and the memory of last night hit her like a ton of bricks. Dancing.singing.booze.shit.