Before We Die
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias. So yes. I'm merely borrowing the characters. Thanks Mr Alias Guy!
Chapter Two
Sydney was home on the couch watching TV when she heard a knock on the door. It was Vaughn. The only face she was glad to see nowadays.
"Come in, come in, I know, I know, you burnt down your house." Syd gestured.
"Yeah thanks, well, I bought Chinese?"
"Thanks, it smells good."
She plunked the plastic bag on the kitchen table.
"So…" Vaughn started. "You're not feeling too good about get assigned to APO?"
"Well, the person that I thought would never appear in my life has appeared as my BOSS, my dad is a stupid betrayer and I have to work with him too. Its not really fair is it?" Syd started.
"Well, you know, if you ever need my help. I'm always there." He said.
Syd looked at Vaughn and felt so glad that he was a part of her life. She walked closer and gave him a big hug.
They spent the night on the couch eating Chinese and watching reruns of The Simpson's.
Outside The Emerald Casino in LA, amongst the bright neon signs, there was a young looking man in a red vest ticking off the guest list.
"Names?" he asked, leaning against the lectern styled thing.
"Mr and Mrs. Rawson." replied Vaughn in crisp black suit and tie, who was holding tightly Syd's pearly white gloves. She had on a long black wig, and wore a fire engine red lipstick and a gold dress.
"Ah, yes, you're in, and by the way Mrs. Rawson, you are looking darling tonight." The doorman said.
Sydney pretended to be embarrassed.
"Thank you, you are kind." She said in a phony, slight Southern American accent. Linking arms, they walked in together, to a glamorous casino with gold and emerald décor. It wouldn't be hard to get in. I mean, just look at all the people, Sydney thought.
Behind Mr and Mrs. Rawson, are two men. A tall black man with long dreadlocks and a average drunk man.
"Ah…names?"
"Are you saying you don't know who we are?" Said the tall bohemian-looking man, an aliased Dixon. "Are you a racist?" He yelled further. He was trying to hold up a drowsy aliased Weiss.
The surprised doorman stuttered for a while,
"All I was trying to do sir was to get your names marked off the invite list."
"…yeah…sure you…were." A slurred Weiss weakly pointed at the doorman.
"We need to use your bathroom, my friend here is a little sick, unless of course you're feeling extremely racist." Dixon said, shooting the doorman with an evil glare.
"Ah…well…sure I guess, But be quick. Hurry." The Doorman said; feeling extremely disillusioned.
"What whackos!" he muttered as they walked freely into the glass doors.
"Weiss, you're really heavy, you know that? Could you loosen up and walk a bit more by yourself?"
"Gee, that really does a lot to one's self confidence." Weiss replied quietly. "Showtime."
"AAAH!" Screams Dixon. "Get him off of me, some sad sop has attached himself to me!"
"…ugh…wow…lights!" says a dreamy aliased Weiss.
One very angry looking lady with five guards speed up towards the dim duo.
"Who are you?" A lady with eccentric pink hair and a long black silk dress questioned angrily. She looked a lot like a wannabe drag queen really.
"Who are you!" Aliased Dixon replied.
"Madame La Brau, the hostess of this party, this is an invite ONLY party, would you mind leaving before my friends here take you away?" She said forcefully.
"…we'll leave…when…the time…is right." Weiss garbled.
Everyone had their attention on the strange, unfitting pair of the evening.
"Six Main Guards have moved from their initiated positions, go through." Marshall said from a black van outside the venue.
"Going in." Sydney replied.
Amongst the confusion, Vaughn and Sydney, slipped passed into the passageway.
To be continued… unless you all think it sucks of course
