its short but i'm writing this in between classes... acctually during classes- transcribing in between classes... theres more but i don't have time- update weds!
"I'm going out for a drink." Riddick leaned on the jamb of the door and watched as Jack's eyes switched from the magazine in her hand to him. She looked so small in the middle of the gigantic four poster bed. Somewhat like a little princess surrounded by the simple opulence of the room. The window hangings and the sheer fabric on the bed were all a shade of light blue that was like the sky. She ruined the effect of innocence by sneering and rolling her eyes.
"and I can't come." She finished his sentence.
"I'll be back shortly; The Rattlesnake is no place for a girl." He referred to the hole in the wall he frequented. It was the only bar in New Mecca that served straight liquor.
"I know." And she did, knowing that his thoughts, as well as hers, traveled back to the one time she'd followed him. She'd nearly been kidnapped the second she walked in the door. She broke the mans kneecap and turned only to run into Riddick, who had been more than happy to break the mans nose then haul her up on his shoulder to take her back to Imam. He'd been icily silent the entire way, and then made her promise never to follow him again. She agreed, shaking, cold, and had kept that promise ever since.
"Just get some sleep; I'll see you in the morning."
"Right. Riddick, be careful." Jack went back to her magazine, leaving him a moment of unguarded study. She was way to young to keep bouncing around the galaxy with an assassin. She deserved a normal life… he scoffed and turned away closing the door lightly. Since when was life ever normal?
Jack waited until she was sure he had left. The shadow slipped from the back door under her window and down the street silently. She pulled her trunk from under the bed and pulled out her club clothes. It had been a while since she'd been able to find a good rave on a planet, she wasn't going to miss out on the opportunity when it knocked. The people at the Unicorn kept telling her to visit as she sent them song tracks from other planets, and she couldn't wait to just forget everything else on the dance floor. She slid in to outfit and wasted precious minutes slicking on thick kohl eyeliner and clear lip gloss. She gelled her hair into thick spikes and grinned at her reflection.
"Its party time!"
Riddick glared at the "Closed" sign nailed over the door of the only bar in New Mecca. The Rattlesnake had been a pit, but it had been his pit. The only place he felt confortable in on the entire planet. He contemplated going in and checking to see if anyone had left behind any liquor, but shook his head and realized that the only thing left was probably rats.
"Shit, I really need a drink."
He walked until he saw the bright neon lights. It looked like a club, the sort that had a million people all vying for attention with gyrating hips and scant cloth coverage. It would have alcohol, that's all he really cared about. He hesitated a bit about going in, the sign at the door said "Unicorn". A sissy name for a sissy bar. But he went in anyway. Riddick went straight to the bar and glared at the kid sitting at the end. He almost fell off the stool, he was in such a hurry to move out of the big mans way. Riddick sat and mumbled something about spiky haired brats with too much metal in their face. The kid had staples everywhere, in his eyebrows, his lips, his nose… a big enough magnet or a strong tug would scar that kid for life.
He didn't hold much hope when the bartender sauntered over. Tall, with blond hair that hung straight to her hips, she smiled and rested her long fingers on a tiny waist that was unencumbered by cloth. Riddick appreciated the view before growling about a drink.
"If it doesn't taste like the Tropics I'll be grateful." She made a snap judgement and pulled out an old bottle from behind the bar. Riddick blinked and grinned as he read the label. "Johnny Walker… black label… they only make that on old Earth."
"Can ya take it?" she snapped her gum and slapped a glass on the table.
"I can afford it, neat." He waited while she poured and actually thanked her. When she told him her name was Lilly, and to call her name if he needed anything else, he was actually thinking that this club might be better than the old Rattlesnake, the help was certainly more attractive. Lilly winked and sauntered back to the other side of the bar where kids barely legal shouted their orders over the pounding techno trance.