Chapter 11: Go Collect Your Winnings
(still regular, non-narrative mode)
(Pole Posistion Club: 9:26pm)
"Hey Ferrari!" shouts a girl to one of her fellow dancers. "The next batch of photos are here!"
Approaching the shouting dancer was a young woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She stood 5''10 wearing her 4-inch platform-heeled shoes. She had on a tight, navy-blue, corset that laced up the middle. She was also wearing a black, shiny micro-mini-skirt and was wearing black honeycomb fishnet stockings. Her shoes had a closed toe and heel and were royal blue in color.
She had long, straight, platinum-blonde hair that reached the small of her back and had bangs that covered one side of her face. She had slanted, eerie blue eyes and had a set of full, cherry-red lips. While her hips were rather small, she had a huge chest which nearly spilled out of her corset top.
"Ooh, give em' here..." she held out her fingers which had 2-inch artificial nails on them. She used them to carefully sort out the photos. Most of them being close-ups of Tommy in his many phases during the week. She came to a picture of Tommy and Moda in their matching sweatsuits, walking into the house, smiling. She gasped in shock. "Whoooooo! Who is THIS bitch!" she shouted.
"It's Vercetti's new squeeze...supposedly." said her shorter cohort. "They've been paintin' the town red. He got her hundreds of dollars worth of clothes and she's even living with him in his mansion on Starfish Island!"
Ferrari, in frustration pulled her bangs and a small clump had come out into her palm.
"Shit!" she cursed quietly to herself. She reached into the elastic of her mini skirt and pulled out some fifty-dollar bills and placed them into her friend's hand. "Keep up the good work. I'm frustrated but not as much as my cousin will be when she hears about this slut!"she said and walked away.
'Slut? Hypocrit...' the other female thought.
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In the house (around the same time)
"Yo, Moda!" Tommy shouted from the bottom of the stairs in the mansion.
"Yeah?" she asked, running down the stairs. She had removed her jacket revealing her small upper-body. She looked at Tommy who had changed into some dirty-wash jeans and a blue, tacky Hawaiian shirt. She cringed.
"What?" he asked.
"Where'd you get THAT?" she asked, pointing at his shirt.
"I always keep spares, kid. " He grinned. "Well, I'm gonna make my runs. You wanna go?" he asked.
"Not really...I wias watching TV and my program'sabout to start and--"
"Good. Now get in the car." he said and walked out the door leaving it wide open. Moda just stood there. "Hurry up!" he yelled from outside. Defeated, Moda sighed, ran outside and joined him in the white Infernus.
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(first stop: "Ice Cream" Factory)
"Where are we going first? This better be good, because I'm missing 'Circus Of The Stars' for this!" Moda asked.
"Shut up, kid. We're here." Tommy said and parked the car outside a wide, gray building with an open garrage door surrounded by the Vercetti Gang. Across the street were three really dark-skinned men with white pants and indigo shirts on.
"Who are they?" Moda pointed across the street. Tommy turned around and his eyes widened.
"Hey! 'Dere he go, mon!" one of the purple-clad men said.
"...Those damn Haitians!" (A/N: not meaning to sound racist, sorry) Tommy cursed. "Hey! Get off your asses and shoot!" he instructed his gang.
"Crap!" one of them said "And I just lit this damn cigarrette..." he snubbed his smoke on the ground with his foot.
The Haitians came running from across the street and took out their Colt 45 pistols and proceeded to shoot. However, they were no match for Vercetti's Spaz shotgun orhis army's Uzi's so they were quickly dispersed. About six more came running towards the Ice Cream factory from down the street. Moda, still shocked and not knowing what to do, was frozen stiff and almost in the middle of the gunfire.
"Hey, who's the girl?" One of gang members asked another one while shooting. "Well, whoever she is, she's gonna get shot if she don't move out the way..." Tommy, hearing this, finally spotted Moda with a Haitian nearby.
"Kid! KID! Get out the way!" Tommy shouted to Moda but she was so nervous, she couldn't move. He dropped his shotgun and ran towards her. Time seemed to slow down as the Haitian pulled out his gun and aimed it at Moda. Vercetti tackled Moda by the waist and pushed her into the factory's garage. Feeling brave, Tommy, unarmed, tackled the Haitian, wrestled the gun from him and used it to shoot him in the head. The short battle was over.
Tommy, somewhat exhausted, raised from the ground and dusted himself off.
"Nice work fellas..." he said. "Go collect your winnings." He pointed to the scattered, dead, Haitian gang bodies. The fellas shouted 'Hooray' and circled over the bodies like vultures, collecting any money and weapons they had on them. Tommy walked inside the garage to see Moda, still on the ground, eyes closed and her skin a lighter shade of brown.
"Moda..." he called out to her, gently tapping her leg with the tip of his shoe. "Moda!" he shouted. She didn't respond. He knelt down to her and sat her upright. He gently slapped her on her cheeks until her eyes slowly opened.
"What just happened?" she said slowly.
"Ya just survived your first shootout, kid." Vercetti smirked. "Just barely I mean you were out in the open and I was like 'get out the way!' and you were just paralyzed and..."
"Um...what IS that?" she interrupted Vercetti and pointed to the various blood stains on his shirt which also had some unidentified pinkish globs on it.
"Huh? Aw-AWWWWWWWWWWWW! I got Haitian all over me!" he cried. He removed his shirt to not only reveal a crisp, white, wifebeater underneath but a silghtly muscular andhairy set of arms.(A/N: i think that's it...). He and Moda walked into the Ice Cream factory crumpling up the Hawaiian shirt and tossing it casually over his shoulder. He closed the garage door (which didn't have the famous Ice Cream truck in it for once) behind them.
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(inside the factory)
"Hello...Mrs. Psycho-Old-Lady-Ma'am? It's Tommy!" he shouted, listening to his booming voice echo off the walls. Emerging from a doorway was a short, elderly woman with a bad posture. She crept down the stairs, approaching Tommy and Moda.
"Dirty, vile, stinking, wretched..." she muttered.
'Not this bullshit again...' Tommy thought to himself.
"Crying, puking, stupid...CHILD!" she hissed.
"Listen, I'm just here to collect the damn revenue." Tommy held his hand out.
"Yes, I know you are..." she said, pacing the floor. "But WHO is this!" she pointed to Moda.
Tommy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Moda,Crazy Old Lady,Crazy Old Lady, Moda." he quickly said. "Now where's the money?" he asked, trying to keep calm.
"Wait a minute..." she paused and started sniffing Moda. "Hmm...you have the height of an adult but you still have the face and SMELLoff a child!" she snapped.
Moda looked at Tommy as if to say 'who IS this crazy bitch!'. He looked back at her and shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'I know, I know, she's fucking nuts...'
"Can...I...PLEASE...have...the...money?" Tommy asked through clenched teeth and narrowed eyebrows.
"Oh yes, yes, here you go...ya BRAT!" she said while handing him a thick stack of bills. Tommy opened the garage door and walked outside with Moda following him. "Mommy doesn't love you! Ya little shit!" she yelled as they were exiting.
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"Well...THAT was interesting..." said Moda as she crawled into the Infermus.
"Hmmph..." Tommy scoffed. As he fumbled with his keys he had got a good sight of his window.
"FUCK!" he yelled at the top of his lungs to see that the window of the driver-side door had a bullet hole in it which had added many cracks to it. Angry, he grabbed a baseball bat out the trunk of the Infernus, and ran into the street. Approaching the first vehicle he saw in traffic, he raised the bat above his head and smashed the windshield of the car.
The passenger fled the Landstalker in terror as Tommy continued to smash the windows, hood, bumper, doors, fender, and even the roof of the car in a blind rage. After he was done, he took out his .357 Magnum and shot the tires. Calm and collected once again, he returned to the car, got in and started it.
"Let's go..." he said, panting.
'Psycho? Hypocrit...'Moda thought,a little bugged out but not so suprised.
End Chapter
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Yeah you should've predicted that with Vercetti being so busy with Moda that his "admirers" would get suspicious, and a little jealous. What'dya think? R&R. Oh and for those of you who reviewed, I wanna thank you again! I truly appreciate your comments!
I thought the "I got Haitain all over me" comment was funny. Seriously I apologize if this offends anyone but you know how Tommy and those guys beef in the game so...yeah.
And about the shootout scene, I know some of you are asking "why did Tommy tackle Moda instead of just shooting the guy who was about to kill her?" I thought it would be more dramatic. But yeah, I know it's not my best chapter but hey, it's been some days and I needed to meet my mental deadline.