Thread: The Road To Fame (Sumi & Mr Quixotic)

There was no doubt that Karmen was desperate to get out of this pit hole at this point, which also meant that she might have even gone as far as to pay one of those slimy drunk farmers to take her to the nearest city if Duane wouldn't have shown up. Sure, it would have been a nightmare to sit for hours in that typical stench of theirs and she might have needed to keep a knife around her to keep their hands at bay from her, but if she spent one more day in this place she would have gone mad. The difference between her new friend here and these men nearly drooling over her, however, was that not only was she glad that he was saving her from the middle of nowhere, but his overall appearance was so pleasing to the eye and his attitude was like a refreshing breeze on a torrid day in Nevada. Thus, it was no wonder that she did consider having some dirty fun with him. That he was a thief of all things, she could only ponder to what point would she be able to trust him. On one hand she was both eager to reach Vegas and curious as to how would this play out, in her favor or not, but on the other hand, she wasn't sure how happy she would be to have the police chasing her. Of course that his brief moment of honesty got her thinking. Judging by his words, his clothes and the way he spent his money on the drinks so casually, the singer was now wondering if by any chance she'd stumbled into the kind of really troublesome thief. The kind that would aim for big chunks of money, not just mere pick-pocketing. Yeah, there was no way a cop car would pursue a little thief like that. Even so, she had made up her mind once. There was no turning back now, and maybe, just maybe, her luck wouldn't run out a second time. The start of the journey looked good so far, unsurprisingly having fooled the drunk lonely man with just her cleavage in sight. The stupidity exuded by this man, though, had her want to roll her eyes and shake her head at the words coming out of his mouth. Not even to this day could she comprehend why these men believed that they really had a chance with her, be they drunk or not. The thing was, this guy was hilarious enough to think that she would actually accept to spread her legs for him. Obviously, she couldn't express her disgust at that thought, but instead she could only chuckle softly and play it off as a dirty joke. She could see Duane from the corners of her eyes, passing by and taking the wallet, but being aware that it could give away what was going on right under his nose, she kept her eyes solely on the drunkard. When she did notice he was about to leave the bar, Karmen did have to momentarily look towards him, sort of glad that the drunk man was so fixed on her chest for now. The sight of money in Duane's hand and the wink were enough for her to know that now the rest was up to her. The man's next question got her attention back, trying her best not to raise an eyebrow at him. Oh, yes, Duane would have enough to laugh about for the rest of the night. But this was where it had to end. With a smile on her lips, the singer tilted her head and crossed her arms underneath her chest. I don't know what to say. I sort of like to play hard to catch, sweetheart. But who knows, if you try again tomorrow, I might be your friend and possibly more than that. she lied and as soon as she noticed him opening his mouth to say something, she place a finger over his lips -not the most pleasant thing to do- and shook her head. I know what you're thinking, but trust me. The waiting will be worth it. she added quickly, before she nonchalantly faked to be surprised at the sight of the wallet underneath his chair. Your wallet might have slipped from your pocket, sweety. she pointed out, at which he didn't seem to mind it at all. Not when the movement to retrieve his wallet gave him a nice view of her leg. Liked what you have seen? Good. Just wait until tomorrow evening, because there's more in storage. she promised with a tone much more sultry than before and a charming smile, blowing him a good night kiss and then finally making her way back to her room. It was 11 PM when Karmen was in her bed and heard some noises downstairs, perhaps the men making a fuss again. Maybe the earlier drunkard himself arguing with ol' Bob about paying the drinks. Whatever it was, she didn't care about that, as now she was realizing something. Duane had actually taken a risk there. She could have easily had the police at his door at this very moment if she wanted, but he actually trusted her that she wouldn't reveal his real nature. Well, there was in truth not much police here, but knowing Bob and the men here, they might have stepped in and 'worked out their own justice'. While Karmen wasn't exactly a morning person, the fact that the day when she'd leave this place had finally come, motivated her to get up early. Her things had been packed up neatly a night before, and her clothes prepared beforehand so she wouldn't need to spend an hour deciding what to wear in the morning. When she walked down the stairs and towards the exit of the Reddell Hotel, Bob wasn't even awake yet, which only made her leave easier. The Middle of Nowhere would soon probably have a shock to find out that the beloved singer was gone so suddenly. Wearing a black short-sleeved shirt along with a white knee length circle skirt and dark colored heels, once she was out the door of the Hotel, she slowly walked up to the man waiting for her, as she tried to balance the purse in one hand and the heavier baggage in the other hand. There wasn't much to be seen of her face, as she wore a big hat just perfect to shade her skin from the sun, and a pair of dak sunglasses to match her outfit. However, a smile could be seen on her face as she approached him and heard his whistling. Couldn't get the song out of your head, could you? I hope I didn't give you a hard time last night because of it. she greeted him ever as sweetly once she was in front of him.