| Ty and Braden |
[30 Jul 2007|09:48pm] |
Las Vegas, Nevada.
Tyler trudged slowly down the hotel hallway while his stomach tied itself into the most incredible knots imaginable for such an organ. Arriving at his destination, he stood still for a moment, content to examine the door in front of him. I can’t believe it has taken me this long, he thinks admonishingly to himself. He knocked on the door.
When there was no answer he knocked again.
And again.
A voice from behind him was even more admonishing then his own only moments earlier. It’s full of attitude, contempt and disdain.
“Don’t you know she ain’t here no more?”
Searchlight, Nevada.
Braden trudged slowly through the trailer park, trying to recall from his rather vague recollection exactly which mobile dwelling was occupied by Senorita Hannah. When he finally happened upon it, he knew instantly. He still couldn’t believe how long it had taken him to find his way back into town. He knocked on the door.
When there was no answer he knocked again.
And again.
A rather somber voice calls out from across the way to him.
“If you’re looking for her, you’re too late.”
Tyler blinked a few times as he turned to face a woman who was identified by her name tag as “Mo’niquia. She was short and somewhat rotund, and seemed to be very much peeved with him at the moment.
“What do you mean she’s not here anymore?”
“I mean she’s gone, Einstein. She packed up her shit, including those ridiculous flowers you sent, and took off.”
“How did you know I sent them?”
“Who else but a sulky guy dressed darkly sends something like that?”
“Fair enough. Do you know how I can find her?”
Jane Abernathy stood, in all her mourning glory, on her front trailer porch and glared reprovingly at the young leprechaun.
“Too late? My dear woman, it’s hardly five o’clock in the afternoon. Certainly she doesn’t fall asleep this early.”
“No, you funny talkin’ imbecile, I mean you’re too late. Haven’t you read the papers? That sweet girl got herself caught up with some very bad people. I have no doubt that you’re very much in cahoots with them, and I should call the police on you this very instant!”
“So wait. By too late you mean she’s…dead?”
Tyler felt as though by her lack of an answer she had more information that she was willing to share. This made him rather unpleasant, but before he could express his opinion he had already been cut off with the long awaited reply.
“You missed your chance, Romeo. She didn’t leave any instructions to tell anyone shit, so I ain’t gonna. Now you best move along before I call the security guards.”
Braden had to stand still for a few moments for the news to sink in. He had totally screwed up that little blonde woman’s last chance for amazing sex. Not surprisingly, the guilt hit a little bit heavy in the belt region.
He reached into his pocket for something that hadn’t previously been there. When his hand emerged again, it was holding a small naked troll with ridiculous blue hair. He set it down on the steps to her trailer and turned to walk away.
Tyler stood in front of the door for a few moments longer, his hand resting upon the rugged wood. Finally, with no other alternative, he turned and slowly walked back from where he had come.
The slightest impression of a rose had been burned into the wood where previously his hand had been.
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