Unexpected Experiences…

The alarm in the hotel room woke me at exactly 7:30am, just enough time to get ready. I hopped out of bed quite easily; I was a morning type of person. Putting on the clothes in which I wore yesterday felt slightly odd, almost dirty. I had just enough time to have a quick cup of coffee before I was due to meet Razor down in the lobby. I simply couldn't wait. I had been meaning to buy some new clothes for quite a while, but I didn't quite see that it was going to happen this way. I finished off the coffee and rinsed out the mug and placed it on the draining board next to the two wine-glasses that were used last night. It was 5 to 8 now, so I decided to go downstairs ready to go. I knew I was early, but I wanted to ask the receptionist to give Lauren and Alleisha a message.

When I got down there, I could see a tall dark figure over in the darkened lobby, wearing a rather bright red coat. Razor. I acted as if I didn't notice him; I didn't want to seem too eager. The receptionist was gulping down several mugs of coffee, it was good stuff, but surely this much wasn't good? I walked over to her, asking if she could tell Lauren and Alleisha that I'll see them at the track entrance later. She simply nodded and carried on drinking her coffee at high speed. Just as I was about to turn around, a yellow gloved hand wrapped itself around my waist… I stopped dead in my tracks. A warm breath was blown onto the back of my neck along with a hushed whisper: "You ready?" It asked. I turned around, the hand still firmly on my waist. Relief swept over me as i realised it was Razor, I let out s frustrated sigh and placed my head on his chest, before standing upright and raising one eyebrow.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, looking up, into his Harlequin green eyes.
"Well." He began, putting his free hand onto the other side of my waist. "I saw you walk in so I seized the opportunity."
"Opportunity, for what? Scaring the life out of me?" I questioned, placing my hands onto his back.
"Yeah, why not?" he said, swinging me around and interlinking his arm with mine.

We walked out of the exit and for some reason I had the urge to look back, the receptionist was virtually shaking at the sight of Razor, I wonder why…

Outside it was a cold, rainy day, which sent a shiver down my spine. The roads were wet, so I expected driving at high speed would be prohibited, it wasn't.
"Hop in." Razor said, pressing a button on a set of car keys. For a moment, I was looking around for some sort of small city car, maybe a Clio, or even a Smart car. But no. I underestimated that greatly. On the side of the road was a rather large, deadly looking, scarlet red Road Blade. I was momentarily speechless.
"Get in then…" he said, looking at me strangely. I just stood there, motionless. Remembering that I wasn't from around here, Razor walked over to me. He placed his left-hand on my waist and leaned over to whisper into my ear.
"Fine." He said, and with that he picked me up and placed me into the passenger seat in the adapter Road Blade. Razor got into the driving seat and looked at me.
"You ready?" he asked, revving up the engine. I felt a huge burst of excitement inside.
"Yeaah!" I laughed, suddenly full of adrenaline. Within just a few seconds we were down the road and halfway into town. My hair was blowing behind me like some sort of wild hurricane. It felt great. Everything since being in Kras has, gone right. But something was niggling me in the back of my mind, what about this guy called Jak? I was supposed to be working for him, but there was something about Razor that made me think... should I? Should I go to Jak, or stay? I really didn't know. All I did know at this moment in time was that I was slamming around tight corners at just over 112 miles per hour!

A few nail-biting, adrenaline-filled, 'against all laws of gravity' moments later, we arrived at a very large modern looking building. Razor stopped at the entrance and turned to look at me.

"You don't expect me to go in there on my own do you?" I said, as if it was going to be the end of the world if I did.
"Of course not. I'm waiting for the Valet." He said, leaning onto the edge of the car. My brain was overheating, what kind of shop is this? Obviously a clothes shop, but... I felt as if I wasn't good enough to be there. Less than a minuet after our short conversation, a short, scrawny looking lad turned up, with his face covered in spots, and a mop of ginger hair. I stepped out of the car, with a bit of help from Razor. There was a long, difficult silence, while Razor just stared in disgust at this poor lad.
"Can I take your car...sir?" the lad asked, wringing his hands together nervously.
"No." Razor said blankly. I nearly fell over with shock. I felt so embarrassed, why was he being difficult? The lad just stood there, poor thing didn't know what to do.
"Is everything all right?" a voice bellowed. A tall, grey-haired man walked over, in a smart pin-stripe suit.
"You honestly think I'm going to hand over my keys to this spotty little twat?" Razor spoke, placing one hand on his hip and one hand around my shoulder, I leaned into him, hoping he will get the idea that I felt slightly uncomfortable in this situation. A thought crossed my mind, maybe he was trying to do this... I quickly shrugged it away and continued to pay attention.
"Of course not. I will take your car myself." the grey-haired man said, taking Razor's keys and driving off towards the private car-parks. I was lead up the steps and inside. The ginger-haired lad still stood there in complete shock.

I was rendered speechless when I saw the interior, everything was white, the walls, the ceiling... the floor was tiled in a shiny black stone. It was incredible. I took a few steps forward, away from Razor. Why had be brought me here? It was full of Track-wear...
"What do you think?" he asked, walking next to me into the open space, next to a sign directing you to the different departments.
"This way" he said, dragging me towards the Women's department. He linked my arm with his as we stepped off the escalator into the interlinking isles and changing rooms. Everywhere I turned there was black leather and PVC, wet-looking clothes and tight fitting trousers. Over in the corner I could see some sort of jumpsuit, so I walked over to have a closer look. Razor came up behind me and leant in; "No chance" he laughed in his thick accent, pulling me away an into a different isle. I nearly passed out when I saw what he was pointing out on the mannequin.
"What about this?" he asked, looking at me, smiling. I raised one of my eyebrows and gave him a funny look.
"Can we have some help over here please!" Razor shouted, and almost immediately after he had done so, a young man walked over, in a smart waistcoat and trousers.
"How can I help you, sir?" he spoke. His accent sounded French, but I wasn't sure. The young man took a few measurements of me and then took us off into a changing room. I felt so embarrassed... There was too much attention for me to cope with, I wasn't used to it at all. In the changing room I was handed a bundle of black PVC and told to put it on. So, not wanting to cause trouble, I did. I felt ridiculous. The PVC was skin-tight, and fashioned into a short kind of jumpsuit. It had short sleeves and a short style non-leg bottoms, like a pair of shorts. The top half was so low I felt as if I wasn't wearing anything. I stepped out of the changing room only to be greeted my another young man, in the same uniform, holding a pair of knee-length black boots. I slipped those on and was rushed towards a mirror and a seat, where a woman did my hair and make-up. I was amazed with the hair and slightly shocked the amount of black smoky make-up she had put on me. I looked into a floor length mirror, and sighed.
I felt a hand on my waist an saw in the mirror that it was Razor.
"You like sneaking up on me don't you?" I said, laughing, wanting to cover myself up. He simply smiled at me, which made me feel more uncomfortable than I already did.
"You look..." He stopped. Dead. I turned around to look at him, but he simply stood there.
"Razor?" I asked, frowning slightly. He seemed to come out of his day-dream, blinking his eyes several times.
"...Great." he said, quickly walking off , running his right hand frustratingly through his thick black hair. I wasn't sure what that was about... But before I could go over and ask him, I was almost thrown back into the changing room and given a few more sets of tight fitting, quite revealing, black and red clothes. I tried them all on, and then put my jeans and strap-top back on.

I walked outside, to try and find where Razor had gone. The assistant who was with me said she would take care of things, whatever she meant by that. I carried on, back to where the sign was, pointing to the different departments. Up on the balcony above, was a distinctive red coat and yellow gloves. I virtually ran up the escalators, and sure enough, it was Razor, moping about and looking at boots and Racing goggles.
"Why did you leave" I said in an 'out of breath' and slightly pissed fashion.
"Sorry" he said, in a very sincere and embarrassed way. I smiled to let him know I wasn't that bothered, it was just that I didn't know my surroundings.
"What do you think of the clothes?" he finally asked, breaking the awkward silence between us.
"Don't you think..." I paused... "..there a bit revealing?" I asked, slightly smirking.
"It suits you" he said, walking briskly into the other direction, towards a large display of the latest in Homing Missiles. I walked after him, cautiously. Him hanging out with con-artists an thugs alike, I was slightly wary, of how his temper could turn.
"Razor? You seem to be... a little off with me. What's wrong?" He didn't answer. He simply looked at me and began to walk off, again. "Razor?" I called after him. He turned around in an angered fashion. His temper had turned.
"WHAT?" he shouted at me, green eyes glowing brightly in the false lights of the store. I immediately felt as if I was in the way. My confidence immediately hit rock-bottom again, a lump emerging in my throat. He stormed off, then took a few steps back, looking me straight in the eyes.
"I can't..." he said, a small tear emerging in his right eye. He turned, and walked out. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know where I was.

I headed towards the main doors, where a woman met me and gave me a box, full of the clothes and boots in which I had tried on. I was confused, I didn't pay for these. She patted me on the back and said that she couldn't wait to see me again. I walked out, and sat on the steps outside to think over what just happened. I opened the box, and saw the clothes with labels on, brand new and shiny, but something caught my eye, one of the labels had a rather large sum upon it. Which made me wonder why Razor had paid for them. I just couldn't figure it out. I picked out the receipt, nearly fainting when I saw the amount of money had spent on me, but why? I flipped it over, seeing there was a note on the back. It read; "I'm sorry". Razor. Giving up, I began to walk, in the direction in which I could hear screeching car tires and the smell of burning rubber.The Deathdrome. I knew there was nothing special between us, I just felt as if, something was now missing. I had never felt so happy... until now...and it suddenly ended...

I had walked a few blocks when I heard a car pull up behind me..."Razor?" I asked, turning around. I was met by blue eyes and green hair. "Oh...Jak" I said, "How are you?"
"Fine" he smiled, patting the passenger seat.
"What about me?" a screechy voice said. An orange ottsel jumped onto my shoulder as I sat down.
"You must be Daxter" I said, sinking into the seat.
"MUST BE?" he shouted as we began to move," I'm the one and only, sweetheart" he added, sitting on my lap. I just stared out of the window of the Havoc, wondering what the day was going to be like now. I had no normal clothes, only the 'sexy' one's Razor had bought for me. I had no choice but to wear them. The make-up was still plastered to my face, and my hair was still styled... The day was taking an unexpected turn in the opposite direction from what I expected.
What would Lauren and Alleisha say? Would Razor notice me? What would I say? What about Razor's proposition? I dont know anymore...

I miss him...