Chapter Three

The dress store was filled with all these whorish looking girls, even the cashiers. I guess that was…okay…Eiris immediately dragged me over to a sleek black dress with a slit up the bottom side, "How about this one?"

"Um…I don't think so. It's kind of…revealing." I smiled sheepishly. "But don't you want to show something off if you're accompanying John?" Eiris asked me with a rather serious look. "N-No. I don't want his family to think I'm a slut." I replied. At that moment, all the girls looked at me like I had three heads. Eiris just looked around and decided to speak up, "Is that a bad thing?"

A woman, maybe in her thirties and wearing WAY too much make-up that made her look like a hooker, put her arm around me, which made me shiver at her touch. "Honey, this is our philosophy here. We're all women with fantastic bodies! If you've got big boobs and nice legs, why not show them off?" "U-Uh…" I tried to keep up my smile, despite the discomfort, "I-I'm not big on showing off my body, though."

"Hon, you have an especially amazing body." The woman flashed me a toothy smile, "Slight muscles, thin stomach, beautiful eyes, and your bra size must be at least a C, if not, a D. I would die for your body!" "….This conversation is getting really…odd." Eiris murmured. I nodded in response, but the lady didn't seem to hear her, "Who's the lucky man that gets that body of yours?"

My face turned a bright red, "I—I have a boyfriend, but we haven't done anything…" "Who's your beau?" the woman asked again. "Have you ever heard of a guy named John Cena?" I asked her softly. "Yes. Oh my god, you and him? Wow, two incredibly hot people! I'd love to see how that'd work in…" "Lady, I'm guessing your gate swings both ways?" I asked her with an aggravated look. Eiris just picked out a cute black dress in my size, paid for it, and dragged me out before me and that weirdo started an argument about sexuality.

"That lady freaked me out." I sighed in relief as Eiris and I left the store. "Me too—fucking weirdo…" Eiris handed me the bag with the dress as we headed back to our hotel. "And all the whores that were looking at me just made me super uncomfortable." I added. As we turned the corner, I accidentally bumped into some tall guy. I rubbed my head, "Oh, I'm really sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." "That's okay, cutie pie." Ian smiled at me as he recognized me. I looked up and saw him, "Oh, hey!" "Where are you girls coming from?" Ian asked. "We just went to this really weird dress store with hookers and a possible transvestite." Eiris spoke up. Ian laughed a bit, "If it's the one right over there, then yeah. The chick wearing all the make-up is actually a gay guy that got a sex change."

"…You remind me of someone for some reason…" Eiris tilted her head in confusion, "Have we met?" "No, but you know my younger brother." replied Ian, "He's the dork going around saying 'The champ is here'." "You're John's older brother?" Eiris asked him in awe, "I didn't know he had one." "Yeah, he does. We're nothing alike, so people don't usually make the connection." "I'll say…" Eiris mumbled. "…Ian, did…did you get in a fight or something?" I examined his cheek which had a bruise on it. "Bar fight." Ian nodded. "Holy shit! What happened with that?" Eiris asked. "Oh, no, John and I got in a fight. We both got hammered last night and then we started arguing about…something, and then arguing turned into punching which led to one of us getting smashed through a wall and hit with a barstool…" Ian smiled at him and his brother's foolishness.

"…Are you both okay?" I asked him. "My back is a little sore from going through a wall and John was only knocked out for an hour or so…" Ian laughed a little, "I'll tell you, John's a lightweight. One smack from a barstool and he's down…" "Ian, that's not funny!" I almost yelled at him. "Well, it wasn't at the time! But he's okay!" Ian stood back a little in his own defense. "Ugh, Eiris, let's go." I grabbed Eiris by her hand and dragged us away from Ian, frustrated at his behavior.

-Later-

As the sun set over the city of Manhattan, I was settling back in my hotel room. I was tired from all that'd gone on today and just wanted to relax and watch the news. I clicked on the remote and flopped down on the bed.

"The Silent Serial Killer has struck again claiming only one victim this time. The body has not been identified due to its condition. The parts are mangled and shredded…"

I turned off the TV, a bit frightened to hear anymore. This guy obviously had some sort of anger problem with the whole thing…