Two days had passed since Stanley, bought that mask from the Tiki store. He kept it in the box, not sure if he should take it out of the box in fear that the haunting will happen again. He was trying to focus on his work, waiting for a customer to open a bank account since it was a rather slow, Thursday afternoon. The lobby was a bit empty, there were a few people depositing or withdrawing their account. His eyes went to the lobby, two window wide doors seeing it raining outside. It had been pouring all day, the rainwater got his suit jacket wet so he had to place it next to the heater. Hearing Charlie, he turns his head to see Charlie thanking his customer which was a middle-aged woman and her young son. Charlie grabbed a lollipop from the little jar, with Stanley desktop picking up the cherry flavored one up and unwrapping it as Stanley try to tidy his desk up.
"So, you wanna go to the Coco Bongo club tonight? Christine is making her signature martini." Charlie asked, taking the lollipop in his mouth.
Stanley looked up, the sound of thunder erupted from above. "Probably, depends on if we're on the list."
He watches as Charlie pulled out a small, pink envelope. "I do have us on the list, but, the problem is that you need a date." He held up four tickets.
Stanely laughed, "I don't need a date, what if we go outside and have to get back in?"
Charlie snickered, pulling out four tickets and showing them to Ipkiss. "You're killing me Ipkiss, you need to find yourself a girl. Settle down, and raise a family. Brittany has been trying to set you up, with her coworker Farrah."
Ah yes, Farrah. He met her, wait two years ago on a double date. Charlie was trying to get Stanley on the dating road again, wanting to see his best friend married and raising children. His wife arranged the date and Stanley could tell that Farrah didn't really like him. His suspicion was confirmed when he asked her on a date a week later and she told him that she was a lesbian. Yeah, that kinda hit him in the groin. He looked over to where the lobby doors were, the windows of them revealed it was pouring a lot harder outside making everyone run for cover. That's when a feminine, blonde figure in a tight red dress, wearing a black leather jacket, carrying a small, red purse and holding what appeared to be a broken, pink umbrella as the woman quickly ran to the first door, and the second one leading inside the lobby. She tries to pat brush herself off, but, Stanley could tell who it was judging by the scent; Tina. She looked up, scanning the room before walking over to Stanley desk.
"Hey, uh Stanley Ipkiss isn't it?" She spoke, taking the jacket off exposing the rest of the dress which slightly could contain her breasts being held by two finger width straps.
Stanley nod, "Hi, what can I help you with today?"
She sat down, "Before business, do you guys have some towels?"
Just as she said that Charlie handed her an already folded towel that was next to the heater. "Our boss told us to put these to go use," Charlie spoke, patting Stanley back.
He sat down, getting a folder out and opening his program up. "So, what brings you to Edge city bank?"
Tina moved around, drying her chest and hair that got wet. "I would like, to open a bank account under my name." Her voice, soft yet a bit low causing goosebumps to form on Stanley's arms.
He watches her put the purse on the table, not knowing a camera was attached to it. "Awesome, well let's do that shall we. The policy for opening an account, is are you opening a check or savings account?"
Tina moved the purse, hating that Stanley office was closet to what the inside of the vault looked like. "Check, I think it's a hundred and fifty dollars to open it, isn't it?"
He nods, "Yes, it is. Plus, you'll have to sign some papers to authorize it. And create a pin code, for your debt card."
She dug out, a hundred dollar bill and a fifty dollar bill and placed it on the desktop. Unknown to Stanley, she had a clear earpiece in her ear as Dorian spoke to her in her ear to move the camera a bit to the left. In the Coco Bongo club, Dorian and his little so-called assistants were watching the TV of the feed from the camera as try to get a good look at the vault. He had a vision, or maybe an epiphany that lead him to this. He decided, that he was going to break into the Edge city bank and steal the money in it. He can hear Tina talking to the nerdy, loser name Ipkiss. He knew Ipkiss back in High school, back then Ipkiss was a bit weaker and barely had muscles. Now, he could tell that the dumbass nerd was lifting weights. He hated, how he stared at Tina. Though, back then Dorian was dating another girl whom he kinda didn't like, but lusted for Tina.
He looked across the table, he had hired a man that could get the mission done without no incident. "So, Freeze what do you think?"
Freeze or Blake was Dorian trusted, loyal henchmen puff out a ring of smoke. "That place is really not going to stand a chance. Freeze that frame there."
Dorian presses a button, watching as Freeze writes down something in his little notebook. "Oh boy, looks like we have motion detectors in that place."
Freeze nods, "Yeah, that's going to be one hell of an issue."
He looks over, hearing Tina talking to Ipkiss about the bank thing. "Can you pull it off?"
"Hey, you are talking to the Doctor man. I just need a few days, knowing what that ridiculous motion detector is from. It's about time and money." Freeze spoke, noticing the time lock. "Interesting, little Perkins/Jenning time lock. Most banks, stop using those suckers."
Dorian spoke into the microphone, telling Tina that her job is done. "We have until Halloween, cause the day after the new casino that's opening across from the club in the wharf area will have a grand opening. The money you get from the heist, once I take care of Arnie the swede's casino we would be having a ton of champagne and tits."
Freeze stood up, "What about the club? What's a matter with having the chump money from the heist?"
Dorian reaches for his glass of ice water, "If we don't do this heist, the club will go bye-bye since my dumbass father won't give me money. And, I don't do chump money." He sips the water swallowing it and looking at the screen, "If we take over the casino, the club is saved. And, I'll be more powerful than my father."
As Dorian and Freeze schemed, Stanley finishes the paper signing with Tina as she looks at his tie. It had some bright blue's in shape of music notes, on lines which he adored that tie since it was the only gift his descended grandfather bought for him when he was fifteen. His father died, a week after his fifteen birthday due to natural causes. He was raised, by his mom since his dad abandoned them so he and his mom stayed with his grandparents.
"That tie is very interesting, Mr. Ipkiss. Kinda reminds me of the Rorschach test, it looks like an um, young woman riding bareback. Or two lovers, a man and a woman with the woman on top of course." Tina slowly grabbed the tie, tracing it with her finger.
Stanley becomes hot under the collar, "It was a gift, from my grandfather before he died. He bought it for me when I was in the band. It's like a power tie, well feel's like it."
Tina smirked, "Oh yeah, I remember that day you were very sad. Well, I should be getting back to the club since we're preparing for the Halloween event."
Stanley stood up, as he watches Tina stand up and see's that the camera light is off as she carefully hides the camera as she adjusts the purse. "Of course, you'll be expecting your debt card pretty soon. And Tina, hopefully, I'll see you tonight at the club. Break a leg, on stage."
She nods, taking her purse as she places the towel on the desk and leaves the broken, pink umbrella next to the desk. "Goodbye, Mr. Ipkiss."
She starts to walk away, rolling her eyes hating how that she had to try and seduce the idiot. She passed the two doors, hailing a cab in Stanley eye view before noticing that her umbrella is not with her. He looked over the desk, seeing the umbrella was in halves. As he reaches it, looking up as Tina disappears from sight. Pulling the broken umbrella, Stanley sighed as he didn't get to say goodbye to Tina.
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The sound of the rain, had lully Christine to sleep this morning. Opening her eyes, she looked up at the nightstand seeing it was three, twenty-four in the afternoon. She needed to get up, shower and dress, and make herself something to eat. Her body didn't want to get out of bed, hell she didn't want to go to work. Hearing, Tina complain about her drinks and getting chewed by Dorian. A few seconds later, her alarm clock goes off as she reaches over and hits the snooze button. Getting up, her black cat Midnight a Chesire breed she gotten last month who was a kitten and sleeping in her cat bed at the end of her bed. She reaches over, scratching behind the kitten ears and moving around to get off the bed. It stopped thundering and lightning around one something, knowing she'll be able to shower without worrying about getting electrocuted. Her silk nightgown barely helped cover her breasts as she walked over to the bedroom door and opens it. Hearing, and smelling her roommate playing his guitar and smoking pot. She sighed, turning around in her room to grab her robe from her chair in front of her desk and tie it around her. The warm, gray color robe was big enough to cover her entirely. She turned back to the door, heading outside of her room and walking to the kitchen seeing the mess her roommate caused. Dirty dishes all over, the trash can is overfilled, and a foul burnt smell coming from the oven.
"The fuck, John! What's that ungodly smell?" Christine walked over to the oven, seeing it on and opening the oven door seeing a burnt as hell cake in a pan.
Her hands grab the mitten on the counter, pulling the pan out and turning the oven off. The pan smoked, wanting to make the smoke detector go off.
Her roommate looked over, blue eyes and light brown short hair met her gaze seeing the pan being put on the stove top. "Hey, it's not done."
She hears her roommate getting off the couch, "The fuck it is, my kitchen and living room is a disgusting mess. I just cleaned the fucking apartment all night, even the bathroom. And, now my kitchen as dirty dishes all over the place, my trash can which was empty before I fell asleep is filled with a ton of crap, and now you're setting the kitchen on fire!"
Her roommate John looked like he had a headache, holding his head up. His eyes were red and wet. "I'm sorry Christine, I had friends come over."
Christine had enough of this shit, "Clean my apartment and get the fuck out. I want five hundred dollars, plus the three thousand you owe me."
She can hear him say under his breath, fucking bitch as she goes back to her room to contact the landlord, and getting the police involved. She had enough of her druggie, roommate. Bad thing for him, he had almost five thousand dollars worth of pot in his room. A while later, she saw him placing the dishes in the dishwasher, her money on the counter, trash taken out, and other things. A moment later, a knock was on the door heading to it to see inside the peephole and opening the door. On the other side, stood Lieutenant Kellaway and the landlord Mr. Hilern. Lieutenant Kellaway was a hardened cop, with being a sergeant in the military. His eyes were gray, surveying the scene and could smell the pot and burnt cake in the air. It made him cringe, making him want to throw up as he gives a gesture to be let in. She stood to the side, letting Kellaway in as he grabbed John in surprise and quickly handcuffed him against the wall next to the door to his bedroom, he dragged him, taking him to the police car and barked orders at the two officers that were with to go inside and search the room. Christine walked over to the couch, as her landlord stood next to the couch she sat on.
"Well, the neighbors can now sleep peacefully since your roommate is kicked out. What'll you do with the asshole stuff?" Mr. Hilern spoke, an older gentlemen wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
She looked at the landlord, "Probably, give them to whoever can get it for him."
As she spoke, two other officers walk inside, walking to John room to search for the pot in that room. Not evening three minutes later, one of them comes out and runs outside yelling for Kellaway to get in here, hinting the huge stash of pot in there. "Well, now everyone will know where that smell is." Mr. Hilern commented.
They finished up, an hour later luckily she was allowed to shower and get dressed for her job while they did their police work. Her hands grabbed the nearby jar of peanut butter, opening it up and looking for bread and her Nutella jar. Kellaway was doing some last minute things, looking at the young, big dark red hair girl with a look of wanting to question her.
"Tell me about your roommate John, how come you haven't called his pot thing in what, seven months ago?" Kellaway walked over, watching Christine put the white bread loaf bag on the counter and the jar of the Nutella.
Christine looked up, noticing that he is holding a notepad. "I didn't discover the pot stash, till the day I came back from the salon to get my hair dye. That was two days ago."
He wrote it down, "You've been roommates for seven months, and have you had this issues with him?"
"Yeah, I had to keep cleaning the place over and over again. I also had to keep spraying air freshener and burning incense sticks to get rid of the smell. He won't clean up after himself, and his friends make a mess." Christine looked at him, getting a bit frustrated as she digs for a clean butter knife.
His eyes watched her open the jar of peanut butter with the other hand, finding the butter knife and holding the jar so she could get the lid off the jar. "I understand, well I guess I should leave you to what you're doing. Have a good night at your job, contact me." He spoke, handing her a card.
She grabbed it, placing it next to her as she took the butter knife and place it in the peanut butter jar, bringing it up was a huge glop of the peanut butter. Christine looked up, watching as the officer leaves the apartment and goes to grab a slice of bread from the loosely tied bag of the loaf. She spread it around, going back to get more peanut butter on it. Her eyes looked over at the clock, noticing it is almost five in the evening. She'll need to hurry up since she had to be over there at six thirty in the evening, as she reaches for the Nutella jar and opens it with one hand. Well, now she got pain in the ass out she'll need Ipkiss to help her with the packing.