Thread: Quix's Random Bullshit Thread (Comments Welcome)

RE Quix's writing samples I've Come To Stare, You Want Me To Stare? - Quix and Mali Parker swivelled on the stool and took the new beer from the waitress. He sipped it, determined to make it his last. He didn't usually drink too much and had an early start in the morning. His eyebrow raised when the waitress responded, and gave him that little smile. Her comment about the money had meant nothing, he'd expected to have to compensate the dancer for her company, and it wasn't as if he was short of cash, particularly now with Amy's college fund going to waste. The look she gave him, and the smile, that was different. In his mind, she was adding you dirty old man to the end of each sentence. Parker was tempted to explain himself, but by the time he decided there was nothing to explain, she'd left to check backstage. Parker shrugged. None of her damn business anyway. The sound of applause and music again caused his head to jerk around. A knot of anticipation formed in his stomach then released instantly at the sight of the new performer. It wasn't Jinx. This one was older by a couple of years, and dressed as a nurse. That is, if your average nurse garbed herself in a baby blue pvc uniform cut low enough and short enough to make even a whore blush. Parker appraised her for a moment then turned back to the bar. There was no sense of what he'd experienced with Jinx, the only emotion he felt now was sympathy, for the girl on the stage and the vacant expression on her face, and for the desperate men crowded around the stage cheering and demanding her clothes come off. Although the majority of the audience appeared to be wealthy businessmen like Parker, he didn't consider himself one of them. This time, he was ready for her. Maybe not totally, as his heart thumped against his chest when he first glimpsed her emerging from the dressing rooms, but more than he had been that very first time. He bit his lip and took in every detail of the girl walking towards him her face, her eyes, the blouse and plaid skirt, the converses. He was totally aware that the entire ensemble was designed to bring attention to the young, tight body that lay underneath, and he took in that as well. As she moved closer and under the lights, he could see the outline of her nipples poking through the thin white material of the blouse, only looking away when he realised he was beginning to harden in sympathy with her. He pretended to pay her little attention as he sensed Jinx slipping into the stool next to his. Parker heard her order a soda, and composed himself before slowly tilting his head to view the young stripper up close. At least making himself watch her walk from the stage to the bar had achieved what he wanted. He wasn't shocked by the youthful innocence of her face, the resemblance to Amy or the half naked body so close to his when their eyes finally met. As she smiled and spoke, he smiled warmly back. 'Oh, I think everyone loved your dance. He glanced up towards the waitress who was hovering around them and raised an eyebrow again, before turning back to Jinx. He knew he couldn't speak to her here, or not as he wanted to, so his hand dropped to the wallet sitting on the bar. In fact, I loved it so much. Parker's voice was strong and confident as he swallowed the guilt at what this girl must think of his intentions and he withdrew a 50 bill, then a second, from his wallet. I was wondering if I could have another? One last 50 joined the other two and he held them out towards Jinx, but not close enough so that she could easily grasp them. Somewhere more private? This story has come so far, and gone in directions never expected when first started over eight months ago. What next? Abduction, and sex slavery? If you ever want someone to make a character come to life, you can't go past Mali. I've Come To Stare, You Want Me To Stare? - Quix and Mali Parker remained silent as he released the grip on Jinx's arm, and rested his back against the door. His eyes followed her every movement, and it was if he were watching a movie. Everything appeared to happen in slow motion. The hand that moved to wipe the tears from her cheeks, the nod of her head, the way her eyes widened as she appraised the surroundings. The Club she had worked in had been high-class, for what it was, but nothing as luxurious as Parker's Penthouse. Although he knew very little about her life and upbringing, the Lawyer doubted she'd ever had the opportunity to visit a place such as this. Each piece of furniture had been specially selected by an interior designer, and the suite kept meticulously clean. By Parker. The way she approached the window brought a smile to his face. He could see that she was attracted to it, as he was. Originally it had been a solid wall, but Parker had that ripped out, and installed the full-length windows himself. He loved to stand behind the glass so that he could see his own reflection, and with tumbler of liquor in hand, look down to the lights of the city below, and up to the stars in the sky above, and contemplate. It made him realise how insignificant his life, and his problems, were in the greater scheme of things. Rather than depress him, in some strange way that knowledge instead provided the Lawyer comfort. It may not have been for the same reasons, but something told Parker than the window was as special to Jinx in it's own way as it was to him. When she turned back, for the first time since the alley-way, Parker received a glimpse of the women he'd first met at the club. The real Jiacinta? Who knew? Did Jinx even know who the real Jiacinta was? The smile faded away at the evident lack of animation in her expression, and the manner in which she continued to speak about herself in third person. So different from the girl in the club. It sent stabs of pain through his heart, and tears almost streamed from his eyes again, as she spoke about not wanting to bring him embarrassment and shame. He barely managed to keep them from falling. You won't embarrass me, honey, I promise. The lie slipped from the Lawyers lips as easily as the ones he told in the interviews and depositions he performed, and he moved from the wall and stepped around her, so that she wouldn't see the expression of disgust - at himself - that crossed his features. 'Follow me, and remember, this is your home now, you don't have to ask. I'll make us something to eat whilst you clean up'. Parker Kane called his office whilst Jinx was in the shower the excuses he made for requiring the rest of the week off - a family emergency - only increased his guilt, and sense of foreboding. The words Jinx had spoken earlier, She'd like not to embarrass and shame him remained in his thoughts. He'd assumed she'd not been able to comprehend a lot in her state, but somehow Jinx had picked up on his concerns. He couldn't continue to give off that vibe. Parker had promised to help, not make things worse. And what could be worse than living on the streets as she had been? Parker thought being handed the hope of salvation, safety and care, only to have it ripped away, would be much, much worse for the girl. Had anyone ever actually cared for Jinx in her entire life? Not for how attractive she was, or what she could offer them, but simply for who she was? Had anyone ever kept a promise? Parker doubted it. Everyone deserved a chance at happiness, and he was the only one in a position to provide Jinx with hers. Underneath everything - his doubts, insecurities, and selfishness, Parker Kane was a caring man. Here you go, I made an omelette. He placed it down in front of Jinx as she returned, showered and changed, and slid into the kitchen stool. He took a moment to appraise her and, to his eyes, she looked so much better than she had only half an hour ago. They ate together in an uncomfortable silence, and after Jinx had finished whatever portion she was able to, he was relieved when she mentioned the need to nap. The Lawyer showed her to the spare bedroom, then with darkness falling outside, poured himself a whiskey, and slumped into one of the leather sofa's. It was the first opportunity since their encounter in the alleyway he'd had to be alone and think. His actions then, and his promises to Jinx had been instinctual rather than well planned. Had his instincts been correct? What was he going to do. What was best for Jinx, and for him? For a few hours, in complete silence, and with the only illumination coming from the moon, and glow of the streetlights outside, the Lawyer pondered the situation. He felt a mix of regret, pity, and shame - both for himself and the young stripper - along with the sorrow and guilt which he'd carried for so long. No matter how long he mulled over the questions in his mind, they seemed to be without answer. Parker Kane wavered from one moment to the next, however there was something he wasn't able to deny. That knowing someone was asleep in the spare bedroom - not Amy, but at least another human being - eased the solitude he felt each time he came home to spend the night alone. Eventually, with whiskey glass still in hand, Parker's eyes closed, and he fell asleep on the sofa. He wasn't sure what time he'd fallen asleep, or how many hours he'd had when he was awakened by a noise. The Lawyer's eyes fluttered, and he groaned, and stretched. In his half conscious state, it took a moment to realise where he was, and what, or whom, must have caused the noise. Jinx. Parker Kane's eyes flew the rest of the way open and he rose from the seat in a hurry to face the spare bedroom. There she was. Morning, honey. The greeting came out automatically as his gaze drifted down to note his rumpled clothes, and he wondered if Jinx would realise that they were the same he'd worn the day before, and that Parker had spent the night on the sofa. Or that a half empty whiskey bottle lay at his feet. Sure signs of a man with a lot on his mind. Did you sleep okay? Was the bed comfortable? The questions were ones which would be asked of any house-guest after having spent the night in a strange bed, and Parker knew he was attempting to deceive himself into thinking this situation was normal - to avoid the reality of the serious conversation they'd be required to have. If Jinx was up to it. He wasn't sure how that would go. To be honest, he was still unsure how he wanted the conversation to go. I'll make coffee. The Lawyer forced a smile, then entered the kitchen to ready the pot. He'd yet to hear a peep from Jinx. If she didn't start to display any signs of recovery shortly, he'd take her to the Hospital. Parker Kane was anything but an expert in drug addiction, and wasn't a man who enjoyed being out of his depth. He placed the pot on the plate, and lifted his eyes back to Jinx's. Do you feel better? We need to decide what we're going to do today.