Chapter Two: By Day By Night
Later on Veronica found herself walking into her normal morning hangout spot. The little corner cafe. She walks in, Angelo tagging at her feet behind her as she walks over to sit at the table by the window.
"Man, you really dont know what your missin..."
Foggy commented, watching the women walking in. Matt sat silently, drinking his cup of coffee.
"Y'know man...not to be rude or anything...but...do ya ever just wonder what it would be like? Y'know, to see again and all?"
"No...not really."
"Well I mean, they got new medical stuff and all...doctors can do almost anything these days man. I mean, you live in New York! The biggest city in the world, and you havent even seen it."
"I've seen enough of it as a child..."
Foggy paused for a moment, placing his hand on the side of his coffee cup and looked over to see a woman standing by the side of the table.
"Matt?"
He picked his head up, turning to the familiar sound of what was Veronica's voice. She smiled.
"I thought it was you."
Foggy looked questionable.
"Friend of yours Matty boy?"
Matt nodded.
"I met her just this morning. Veronica, this is my friend Franklin Nelson."
She nodded, holding her hand out to him as he shook it and smiled.
"Just uh, call me Foggy...everyone else does."
She laughed a little.
"I'm Veronica DiAngelo, its nice to meet you uh...Foggy?"
Matt stood up, pushing his chair in as he turned his head to Foggy.
"I have a few things I wanna check over at the office."
"Huh? Oh uh, yea...I'll go with ya, I need to finish up on my column."
Matt turned his attention to Veronica again.
"Maybe tomorrow morning...we'll have coffee."
Foggy elbowed him in the side, muttering.
"Smoothe Matt...real smoothe."
She nodded.
"Alright, that sounds fine to me. Um, same time?"
Matt smiled some.
"Sure, same time then."
Later That Night
Another happening scene at 'The Hell Hole' a newly popular strip club that popped up in the down town area of Hell's Kitchen, localed just around the corner of 'Josie's' Bar.
"Veronica! Get your high paying ass in my office right now!"
The voice of a very angered club owner rang out in the dressing room. The girls all looked around, but no Veronica in sight.
"Were is she?!"
Unknwoing to the girls of the bar, this particular club owner has a second life outside of what would be known as Mr. Fisk. was also the infamous King Pin himself. His obvious large structure was enough to keep the girls in line, but nothing worked beter then that overpowering tone in his voice.
"Dammit! Once any of you see her, you tell her Im looking her! You all got that?!"
The women nodded, as they all stood there quietly until he left. Not but a few minutes later did Veronica come rushing in through the back door.
"That was for me wasnt it? You can hear that beast all the way dow the street!"
One of the girls walked up to her.
"He's really mad this time, what did you do? He's been yelling and yelling all night for you."
"I...uh, have no idea?"
Veronica quickly got changed. It was customary for the girls of 'The Hell Hole' to wear the usual skimpy little she-devil costumes which mainly consisted of a bright red vinyl material. Thigh high red boots, elbow length red gloves, and something like a strapless one piece outfit. Of course it had the corny little devil horn head band, and elastic pointed tail that almost reached the ground.
She walked into his office, just standing in the door way. He must have been in the middle of some kind of meeting. There ws a man sitting in the chair infront of his deask, though all she could see was the back of head covered with a beanie cap.
"Ya wanted ta see me?"
Mr. Fisk clutched his hands on top of his desk and nodded to her slowly...a kind of way that just sent a chill up her spine. She stepped forward, standing beside the man in the chair, though she still could not see his face because he had his head down...and seemed to be widdling at a pencil with a paperclip. She looked across the desk to her boss.
"Do you know...why...I called for you?"
"No...not really."
"What is it that you do for me exactly Veronica...?"
His tone seemed calm, though she knew he was far from being calm.
"I work for you."
"Yes I know that, but what...exatly...is it that you do?"
"...Um...dance?"
He jumped up from his seat, slamming his 2 palms ont he top of the desk with a loud thud of a noise that made her jump back just a bit.
"YOU CHEAT ME OUT OF MY MONEY! Thats What You Do!!!"
"What?!"
He walked around the side of his desk as she took a step back. The man in the chair seemed calm...and continued to widdle away at the pencil. Veronica looked up with frightened green eyes, her short 5 foot 2 body was nothing as the huge man seemed to tower over her baring down.
"I..."
"Uh uh...no excuses Miss DiAngelo, I simply suggest you give me back my money...or something is going to happen that you might not want to happen."
After that was said, she could hear the other man let out a sort of snicker. She looked back up at the massive wall of man in front of her.
"Im sorry...I...Im just having some financial problems thats all, I mean...I got things I gotta pay and-"
"And now you have one more thing to pay...and I better be at the top of your little list..."
He smiled, placing a large hand on her shoulder.
"Now go...and make me, some money..."
She nodded and immediately left. As the door shut, the man in the chair lifted his head and smirked.
"Aint gonna lie to ya padre, but your girls got a nice ass."
Fisk walked back around his desk.
"Well you can have her...little pest has been trouble ever since I met her."
He said and sat down, looking across the desk to man across from him as he took off the beanie to reveal a bullseye in the middle of his forehead.
"I just might take you up on that..."
He said, licking his top lip with a sort of wink.
Somewhat more interesting...yes? For guys anyway. ::sigh:: The whole stripper thing and all. Trust me, it all works out. Reeeeviiewws!