Trouble At the Club
"....."
"Thanks Tommy." Paris said as he walked her to her room door.
"Yeah, yeah." He smiled slightly and looked away.
"Something the matter Thomas?" Paris asked the look in his eyes serious. She only called him Thomas when there was something serious. She seemed to
read his thoughts.
"Not a thing." He sighed and turned his back. "Later Paris." He nodded and
walked away.
"Bye Tommy." She smiled and turned the knob of the door.
"Paris?" Tommy called and looked at her.
"Yes Tom?" She answered.
"You wanna go to the Malibu tonight?"
"Sure." She smiled.
"Good. Pick you up at 11:00?"
"So late?"
"The club doesn't really get interesting till minutes to 12:00."
"Okay. Sure." she smiled
"See ya then."
"Bye." Tommy walked out the hotel, hands in pocket, good thoughts in mind.
"I see we have a little situation my friend Vercetti." A Haitian said. He watched them through the window of a Voodoo parked outside. They had been watching Tommy since he drove pass Little Haiti. They noticed his female
companion in the vehicle and decided to use this knowledge to their advantage. The Haitians had grown a great, GREAT hate for Tommy more than
before
"Zanza. Let's go na mon. We see all we need to over ha sa'." Ezkiel said
sitting at the wheel impatiently.
"Yeah mon. We a go now. Tommy betta watch his chick closely. Before the fox
eat er first." Zanza said and motion for his friend to drive on.
"Tommy. Do you like?" Paris said looking the mirror at her outfit. It was a black dress shirt and a short black skirt. She wore a pair of black sandals
and had let loose her long hair. "This is gonna be fun." She smiled a
looked at her image once more. 'I wouldn't happen to be falling in love
with my former crush...would I? He's changed so much now. He's not that
teenage trouble maker anymore. He's different...' she thought.
There was a knock at her door.
"Paris! It's me!" Tommy yelled from the other side of the door.
"Coming!" She walked and opened the door. She saw Tommy and her yes lit up.
"You Look Amazing Paris..."Tommy and smiled. He was dressed in his usual
dress outfit.
"You look handsome Thomas Vercetti." She smiled back and kissed his cheek.
They strolled out of the hotel together happily. Never had it been known for Tommy to act this way. Like a cheery high school boy...no he needed to stop this gleeful behavior, his inferiors would find that as fault in him.
The two drove in pure silence on their way to the Malibu.
"Tommy?" Paris asked.
"Yeah?" He looked at her.
"Let's party!" She said and stepped outside into the cool brisk air. The night was breezy and relaxing...Tommy had never felt and breeze like this
since he came to Vice City.
"Party. Yeah." He nodded as he stepped out the Cheetah.
The two walked into the club. Tommy got his usual greetings from everyone
inside and calls from the girls.
"Wanna a drink?" He asked as he and Paris took seat at the booth further in
the back.
"Sure. Some thing light would be nice."
"Okay. Be right back." He said and got up.
Paris tapped her fingers on the table lightly and looked around the club. She caught the dancers on the stage...how tacky they looked. The people on the dance floor looked tacky as well. No one in the club could compare in
looks to certain people she knew...oh well at least the place is nice.
"I'm back." Tommy said giving her the tall glass of liquor.
"I asked for something light." She said.
"This was the lightest they had."
"Okay." She nodded accordingly. She slowly drank the drink and looked
around the club again.
"What's the matter? You ain't having fun?" Tommy asked.
"Not really. Hey! Why don't we go dancing?"
"I don't dance." Tommy frowned.
"Come on. It'll be fun!" She grabbed his arm and the two made their way to
the dance floor. They moved to the music and Tommy showed to enjoy it.
"Alright Ezkiel. You a gonna walk in dat club and distract Vercetti. Then
when I ready I'm a ga take tha gal from under em nose. Alright?" Zanza asked nodding his head. He and Zanza were outside the club setting up the
last of their plans.
"Yea. I hear ya'." Ezkiel nodded back.
The two Haitians walked in the club with plans of taking Tommy's good evening away. Ezkiel brushed against Tommy as he hastily walked through the
crowd.
"Watch where the hell you're dancing you red neck ass hole." Ezkiel
grunted. (It may seem a bit racist here. I apologize. Sorry.)
"Stupid ass Haitian. Watch you're crispy black self."
"Tommy leave it alone." Paris said tugging on his sleeve.
"Okay." Tommy smiled.
"You stupid white ass man. Afraid this Haitians gonna kick ya ass? Huh? You
punk ass bitch!"
"Say it to my face, ass wipe." Tommy called back pushing Paris aside.
"Tommy. Stop." Paris said and frowned. "You promised you were gonna keep
cool while with me." She called.
"I know. But this dick head is really pissing me off." Tommy said and
pulled out is gun.
"You think I scared a you red neck!? The fuck!?" Ezkiel pulled out his gun
and aimed at Tommy.
"Tommy stop!?" Paris called again. Before she knew it someone had grabbed
her from behind. She frailed and kicked hoping to hit whom ever grabbed
her.
"Dumb bitch." Zanza muttered and pulled her away. The crowd paying too much attention to the other situation didn't notice. Paris bit Zanza's hand and
pushed away.
"Tommy! Tommy!" She yelled. Tommy turned around and looked at her then remembering that Ezkiel had a gun as well quickly pushed her to the ground
as he had fired. The bullet caught him in his arm and he quickly turned around and shot back as fast he could. Each and every bullet hit Ezkiel in
his chest. Zanza ran out the club.
Tommy dropped himself and sat on the floor next to Paris who sat as well.
"Thomas....you're hurt." She said. Her eyes watering.
"Yeah. No big deal though. I've had worse done to me by cops."
"You see. You see why I asked you not to? You're---you're so stubborn.
God!" She cried and closed her eyes. Hot tears sliding down her cheeks. "That's how Tino died Tom. That's why he ain't here right about now." She
looked at him. Her eyes flooded with tears.
Tommy sighed. "Sorry babe. This is regular round these parts." He frowned.
"Let's get you to the hospital." She said and helped him up. The two left the club leaving the crowd who resumed dancing as if nothing had happened.
Tommy lay in the hospital bed. "This is too much for something so small."
Tommy told Paris who sat in the chair next to his bed.
"No. It's just what you need. Good thing the doctors had space for you."
Paris smiled and opened the curtains of the room.
"Ahh. Too bright." Tommy complained as the sun beamed in.
"Baby. Quit complaining. I'm happy the doctors got all this taken care of
last night."
"It's not that bad." Tommy frowned.
"Whatever." She smiled. "I'm glad you're okay Thomas."
"Yeah." He nodded.
"You know, you were the same when you were younger Tom, always acting macho when really you were hurt badly. Why do you do that? Why do you guys always
show off?"
"What? Babe it didn't hurt that much. I told you I've gone through much
worse."
"I hate that you think it's a joke!"
"..."
"Its not funny Tommy. It isn't at all. Tino was the same way and now he's in hell. Damn it! I don't know why you take to such things lightly. It is
not something to play with."
"Sor-sorry."
"Whatever. Just keep your promise."
"Yeah. Yeah."
"I'll go get the doctor to see if you can leave." Paris left the room and Tommy sat in the bed. He looked outside the window and saw all below. The people. Some local citizens and some tourists. He wondered why there were no couples. There wasn't really anyone who was truly in love. Just hoes and
local folk. No romance.
"...Paris."
"Well Mr. Vercetti, how do you feel this morning?" The doctor walked in
with Paris behind.
"Fine." He changed his attention to the man.
"Good. Everything seems to be okay. So you can go."
"Great." Paris smiled.
Tommy sat in the passenger seat as Paris drove. Although his arm was okay, it wasn't yet ready to move around so much. She drove back to the hotel and
they went in to her room.
Tommy sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes. The carpet felt good under
his feet.
"I'm going to shower." She said and walked in to the bathroom.
Tommy threw off his jacket and lay on the bed. He never enjoyed a bed this
much. He curled up a bit and felt like a child. 'I miss my childhood. I miss my life as a child...? I don't want to. I hate my life. I hated it! I hated my mother and my father! I had no real family. The only person who loved me was my...grandmother...Nanny Peaches. She really loved me. She was
the only one. Then...she left. Why'd she die? The doctors said they couldn't help her. I remember I cried when I found out she died. It hurt me. When...when she was gone. I miss you Nanna.' He thought and frowned.
Why was he feeling this way all of a sudden.
"Tom?" Paris said walking out the bathroom. Tommy sat up and looked at her. Her body dripping wet. The towel loosely wrapped around her. Her hair wet down her back. "Tommy, you okay?" She walked toward him and sat on the bed
next to him.
"Fine." He looked away. She wrapped her arms around his waist and placed
her chin on his shoulder.
"Liar." She whispered in his ear.
"How do you know?" He said and closed his eyes.
"I dunno. Just do." She began to unbutton his shirt.
"Paris." He breathed. She kissed his neck gently and let go of his waist. She massaged his shoulders and then lay him down on the bed. She climbed on top of him letting the towel slide off her. She kissed him and continued to unbutton his shirt. Once she completely took it off him she lay her head on
his chest. Tommy caressed her smooth back. She sighed.
"Make love to me Thomas." She said and closed her eyes.
"Paris...."
"I just want a chance to have my greatest fantasy a reality. When you left
home the night of the prom, I was broken. You had promised me that we'd
make love that night...and you left. It's like you forgot me."
"Never."
"And now that I've got this close to you...I don't want to let go."
"..."
"I love you Tommy."
"Paris...I gotta go." He said and gently pushed her off him. He took his
time and dressed him self.
"Tommy don't go. Don't leave me like you did so long ago...." She cried.
"I don't want you to love me. Because....I just can't love you. I'd only
hurt you." Tommy turned the knob of the door and left.
Paris ran out of bed and slammed the door. "I hate you Thomas..." she whispered and leant against the door. She slid down and sat on the floor.
She brought her knees to her chin and closed her eyes. "Why leave me
again?" She cried. "Why?"
A/N: Okay..this chapter sucked too. Oh well...it should get better.
Hopefully.
"....."
"Thanks Tommy." Paris said as he walked her to her room door.
"Yeah, yeah." He smiled slightly and looked away.
"Something the matter Thomas?" Paris asked the look in his eyes serious. She only called him Thomas when there was something serious. She seemed to
read his thoughts.
"Not a thing." He sighed and turned his back. "Later Paris." He nodded and
walked away.
"Bye Tommy." She smiled and turned the knob of the door.
"Paris?" Tommy called and looked at her.
"Yes Tom?" She answered.
"You wanna go to the Malibu tonight?"
"Sure." She smiled.
"Good. Pick you up at 11:00?"
"So late?"
"The club doesn't really get interesting till minutes to 12:00."
"Okay. Sure." she smiled
"See ya then."
"Bye." Tommy walked out the hotel, hands in pocket, good thoughts in mind.
"I see we have a little situation my friend Vercetti." A Haitian said. He watched them through the window of a Voodoo parked outside. They had been watching Tommy since he drove pass Little Haiti. They noticed his female
companion in the vehicle and decided to use this knowledge to their advantage. The Haitians had grown a great, GREAT hate for Tommy more than
before
"Zanza. Let's go na mon. We see all we need to over ha sa'." Ezkiel said
sitting at the wheel impatiently.
"Yeah mon. We a go now. Tommy betta watch his chick closely. Before the fox
eat er first." Zanza said and motion for his friend to drive on.
"Tommy. Do you like?" Paris said looking the mirror at her outfit. It was a black dress shirt and a short black skirt. She wore a pair of black sandals
and had let loose her long hair. "This is gonna be fun." She smiled a
looked at her image once more. 'I wouldn't happen to be falling in love
with my former crush...would I? He's changed so much now. He's not that
teenage trouble maker anymore. He's different...' she thought.
There was a knock at her door.
"Paris! It's me!" Tommy yelled from the other side of the door.
"Coming!" She walked and opened the door. She saw Tommy and her yes lit up.
"You Look Amazing Paris..."Tommy and smiled. He was dressed in his usual
dress outfit.
"You look handsome Thomas Vercetti." She smiled back and kissed his cheek.
They strolled out of the hotel together happily. Never had it been known for Tommy to act this way. Like a cheery high school boy...no he needed to stop this gleeful behavior, his inferiors would find that as fault in him.
The two drove in pure silence on their way to the Malibu.
"Tommy?" Paris asked.
"Yeah?" He looked at her.
"Let's party!" She said and stepped outside into the cool brisk air. The night was breezy and relaxing...Tommy had never felt and breeze like this
since he came to Vice City.
"Party. Yeah." He nodded as he stepped out the Cheetah.
The two walked into the club. Tommy got his usual greetings from everyone
inside and calls from the girls.
"Wanna a drink?" He asked as he and Paris took seat at the booth further in
the back.
"Sure. Some thing light would be nice."
"Okay. Be right back." He said and got up.
Paris tapped her fingers on the table lightly and looked around the club. She caught the dancers on the stage...how tacky they looked. The people on the dance floor looked tacky as well. No one in the club could compare in
looks to certain people she knew...oh well at least the place is nice.
"I'm back." Tommy said giving her the tall glass of liquor.
"I asked for something light." She said.
"This was the lightest they had."
"Okay." She nodded accordingly. She slowly drank the drink and looked
around the club again.
"What's the matter? You ain't having fun?" Tommy asked.
"Not really. Hey! Why don't we go dancing?"
"I don't dance." Tommy frowned.
"Come on. It'll be fun!" She grabbed his arm and the two made their way to
the dance floor. They moved to the music and Tommy showed to enjoy it.
"Alright Ezkiel. You a gonna walk in dat club and distract Vercetti. Then
when I ready I'm a ga take tha gal from under em nose. Alright?" Zanza asked nodding his head. He and Zanza were outside the club setting up the
last of their plans.
"Yea. I hear ya'." Ezkiel nodded back.
The two Haitians walked in the club with plans of taking Tommy's good evening away. Ezkiel brushed against Tommy as he hastily walked through the
crowd.
"Watch where the hell you're dancing you red neck ass hole." Ezkiel
grunted. (It may seem a bit racist here. I apologize. Sorry.)
"Stupid ass Haitian. Watch you're crispy black self."
"Tommy leave it alone." Paris said tugging on his sleeve.
"Okay." Tommy smiled.
"You stupid white ass man. Afraid this Haitians gonna kick ya ass? Huh? You
punk ass bitch!"
"Say it to my face, ass wipe." Tommy called back pushing Paris aside.
"Tommy. Stop." Paris said and frowned. "You promised you were gonna keep
cool while with me." She called.
"I know. But this dick head is really pissing me off." Tommy said and
pulled out is gun.
"You think I scared a you red neck!? The fuck!?" Ezkiel pulled out his gun
and aimed at Tommy.
"Tommy stop!?" Paris called again. Before she knew it someone had grabbed
her from behind. She frailed and kicked hoping to hit whom ever grabbed
her.
"Dumb bitch." Zanza muttered and pulled her away. The crowd paying too much attention to the other situation didn't notice. Paris bit Zanza's hand and
pushed away.
"Tommy! Tommy!" She yelled. Tommy turned around and looked at her then remembering that Ezkiel had a gun as well quickly pushed her to the ground
as he had fired. The bullet caught him in his arm and he quickly turned around and shot back as fast he could. Each and every bullet hit Ezkiel in
his chest. Zanza ran out the club.
Tommy dropped himself and sat on the floor next to Paris who sat as well.
"Thomas....you're hurt." She said. Her eyes watering.
"Yeah. No big deal though. I've had worse done to me by cops."
"You see. You see why I asked you not to? You're---you're so stubborn.
God!" She cried and closed her eyes. Hot tears sliding down her cheeks. "That's how Tino died Tom. That's why he ain't here right about now." She
looked at him. Her eyes flooded with tears.
Tommy sighed. "Sorry babe. This is regular round these parts." He frowned.
"Let's get you to the hospital." She said and helped him up. The two left the club leaving the crowd who resumed dancing as if nothing had happened.
Tommy lay in the hospital bed. "This is too much for something so small."
Tommy told Paris who sat in the chair next to his bed.
"No. It's just what you need. Good thing the doctors had space for you."
Paris smiled and opened the curtains of the room.
"Ahh. Too bright." Tommy complained as the sun beamed in.
"Baby. Quit complaining. I'm happy the doctors got all this taken care of
last night."
"It's not that bad." Tommy frowned.
"Whatever." She smiled. "I'm glad you're okay Thomas."
"Yeah." He nodded.
"You know, you were the same when you were younger Tom, always acting macho when really you were hurt badly. Why do you do that? Why do you guys always
show off?"
"What? Babe it didn't hurt that much. I told you I've gone through much
worse."
"I hate that you think it's a joke!"
"..."
"Its not funny Tommy. It isn't at all. Tino was the same way and now he's in hell. Damn it! I don't know why you take to such things lightly. It is
not something to play with."
"Sor-sorry."
"Whatever. Just keep your promise."
"Yeah. Yeah."
"I'll go get the doctor to see if you can leave." Paris left the room and Tommy sat in the bed. He looked outside the window and saw all below. The people. Some local citizens and some tourists. He wondered why there were no couples. There wasn't really anyone who was truly in love. Just hoes and
local folk. No romance.
"...Paris."
"Well Mr. Vercetti, how do you feel this morning?" The doctor walked in
with Paris behind.
"Fine." He changed his attention to the man.
"Good. Everything seems to be okay. So you can go."
"Great." Paris smiled.
Tommy sat in the passenger seat as Paris drove. Although his arm was okay, it wasn't yet ready to move around so much. She drove back to the hotel and
they went in to her room.
Tommy sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes. The carpet felt good under
his feet.
"I'm going to shower." She said and walked in to the bathroom.
Tommy threw off his jacket and lay on the bed. He never enjoyed a bed this
much. He curled up a bit and felt like a child. 'I miss my childhood. I miss my life as a child...? I don't want to. I hate my life. I hated it! I hated my mother and my father! I had no real family. The only person who loved me was my...grandmother...Nanny Peaches. She really loved me. She was
the only one. Then...she left. Why'd she die? The doctors said they couldn't help her. I remember I cried when I found out she died. It hurt me. When...when she was gone. I miss you Nanna.' He thought and frowned.
Why was he feeling this way all of a sudden.
"Tom?" Paris said walking out the bathroom. Tommy sat up and looked at her. Her body dripping wet. The towel loosely wrapped around her. Her hair wet down her back. "Tommy, you okay?" She walked toward him and sat on the bed
next to him.
"Fine." He looked away. She wrapped her arms around his waist and placed
her chin on his shoulder.
"Liar." She whispered in his ear.
"How do you know?" He said and closed his eyes.
"I dunno. Just do." She began to unbutton his shirt.
"Paris." He breathed. She kissed his neck gently and let go of his waist. She massaged his shoulders and then lay him down on the bed. She climbed on top of him letting the towel slide off her. She kissed him and continued to unbutton his shirt. Once she completely took it off him she lay her head on
his chest. Tommy caressed her smooth back. She sighed.
"Make love to me Thomas." She said and closed her eyes.
"Paris...."
"I just want a chance to have my greatest fantasy a reality. When you left
home the night of the prom, I was broken. You had promised me that we'd
make love that night...and you left. It's like you forgot me."
"Never."
"And now that I've got this close to you...I don't want to let go."
"..."
"I love you Tommy."
"Paris...I gotta go." He said and gently pushed her off him. He took his
time and dressed him self.
"Tommy don't go. Don't leave me like you did so long ago...." She cried.
"I don't want you to love me. Because....I just can't love you. I'd only
hurt you." Tommy turned the knob of the door and left.
Paris ran out of bed and slammed the door. "I hate you Thomas..." she whispered and leant against the door. She slid down and sat on the floor.
She brought her knees to her chin and closed her eyes. "Why leave me
again?" She cried. "Why?"
A/N: Okay..this chapter sucked too. Oh well...it should get better.
Hopefully.