Fiction: Lawyers, Guns and Money

He sat in the back room, drinking his gin, like he always did. He looked over his shoulder, at any noise, from the front, thinking maybe this was it. Maybe this time they had shown up, and it was all going to be over. He looked at the waitress they had assigned to him, for the duration, and he shuddered. She wasn't an ugly girl, by any stretch of the imagination. Not unless you hated curves that warped the space-time continuum, and a face that would make any man want to kill someone, in front of his or her own mother, if it meant she would smile at you. If that wasn't your thing, then yeah, ok, she was a double bagger. Otherwise...

He gulped down the last of the gin, and melted ice, in the bottom of the glass, and signaled her over. She brought the bottle, and he told her to leave it, there, and asked her to bring him a news paper. His Spanish was getting better, by the day. A beneficially sad effect of how long he had been camping this place, waiting for word, from his father. Three months was plenty of time to think about what had gone wrong, and exactly how fucked he was. Considering the situation he'd put them in, the owners of the establishment had been unreasonably kind to him. The gorgeous waitress was just one of many perks. He had his own room, all of his drinks and food were comped, and he was protected, for as long as he stayed in the back section. Of course, it was required.

His father had retainers everywhere, these days. The family business was spreading so much, above-board, that all of the South and Central American deals didn't even need to be that well-hidden, anymore. They were line items. A few product shipments, here and there, and the machines got where they needed to go. Of course that meant that he had always been travelling, doing his father's business deals, out of the country, while the state-side aspects were handled more personally. Probably a good plan, with Jr's penchant for drinking, and women. Waitresses were always his favourite.

The entire situation made him sick. He was in a place that did nothing but make him think about how he had gotten there, and with a woman that reminded him of the same. The last time he had been in a dirty, cramped back room, full of smoke, with a waitress, who smiled like she held your world on puppet strings... That was when everything had gone sour, and he had barely escaped with the cash, the briefcase, and what was left of his life. His father was furious. But he told him where to go, who to talk to, who to ask for... He kept him updated, telling him who knew that he was involved, who was looking for him, and who would be "Looking For Him." And now he was here. With a waitress, who had no English, and nervous eyes at the cases near his bed, and no windows, for light. Bare flourescents, and concrete flooring. Not exactly four-star...

He heard it, suddenly, very close. There were heavy boots, up front: three sets. The cadence of their walk told him everything he needed to know. It was a slow easy walk, heading directly for the door to the back room. The waitress dropped the newspaper and looked up with a start, when she heard the knock at the door. Four knocks, steady, timed, one full second between each, and now he knew. It was over. His father's Lawyers were finally here, and tonight, it was all over.

One way or another, it was all over.

Things winamp did:

I wanted to hear "God's Away on Business." I opened winamp, and Tori's "God" is first up. I skip it, to go to the Tom Waits. After Tom plays, "Original Sinuality" comes up. So i skip it back to "God," and let it play. After that, "Original Sinuality." Then Res' "I've known the Garden" came on. >_<

Now it's "Where the Wild Roses Grow," by Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue.

This, after i started reading the Apocrypha, specifically Enoch's re-telling of the creation story, today...

Dream Well

{4.18am: Handsome Boy Modeling School& Miho Hatori of Cibo Matto - [Metaphysical]

Feh. Heheh}

School/Work/Finding things out.

I'm in a small room, with many people, trying to organise them, into doing things, and they are all trapped, here, but not at all. Nathan Fillion, Adam Baldwin, and Morena Baccarin come in, at one point, and they've been "cos-playing." I yell at atlqueenrai about something, suc h that she has to run outside and find something. NBathan is wearing a costume that makes him look like the version of Jay, from the "Clerks" cartoon. It's his costume that makes me realise that there's a convention going on. My mind immediately jumps to it being Otakon. We talk and plan, for a while, and realise that there are other places to go, but they are more dangerous.

I'm in a place, walking downthe road, and there are voices, talking to me, telling me abotu the big war that's abotu to happen, for land and territory, and i need to name the war. It's between school kinsd, in a place where there's only one school, but they're building more. They're flattening the trees and hills to build more, and more shopping centres. I'm walking up and down this suburban area, and the street is called "Pine Crossing." So i'm trying to think of how to work this into a name, for this battle, and the only thing that hits is "The Battle of Needles Pine Crossing." I turn around, and start running back up the street, to the place where it crosses "Crossing." There was a cul de sac, but not really, at the other end of the road, it crossed another street, where it was going to be school,s nad/or a shopping centre. Soemthing tells me i'm in St Louis. I try to gt there, and the tone changes. Things are different, and they started the battle, mentally, without the name. This is going to end poorly.

I'm onm the Marta train, and they are doing t hings, to people, with music, and i know that it's supposed to paralyse me, to keep me in place, but something about the music, something about my system keeps it from working, fully, so all it does is temorarily deafen me. They're too stunned, at first, by the fact that it Hasn't worked, to understand that i'm running, even and especially if i can't hear them. I'm me, and the knowledge i have, and the things i've experienced, have kept me alive, and unfucked-with. I know that there is one other person, in the world, for whom this is fully true, and i need to get to her. I'm running up the stairs, and i see that everyone is moving, again, with no recollection, and there is a woman next to me. I'm an old man, now, at least sixty, she's 40-something and we both remember the wars that brought us here, that drove the facism underground and hidden. She doen'st know abot the experiements, but she knows that she thinks of me as a friend, and that she wants to help me hide, if that's what it's come to. She posts look out, for me, on the escalator, and i know that if we can get to the end of the platform, we'll be ok.

I'm me again, and the old man is at the end of the platform, which is now a locker room, or front office. There's someone else, here, and he's looking at me, and the old man, and asking us if we're sure she'll show up. I walk into the office, and the old man assures the kid that everything will be fine. We're all eating Chinese food.

I wake up


I spent a little time, this morning, trying to remember all of that. Spent time, at R Thomas last night, waiting for a sixth person who wasn't going to be there physically. Not for a few years, yet, at any rate. Odd. Hung out with magicalkat, mr_hinzelmann, Al and Bob, last night. That was prety good. jessicarabbitt was suposed to join us, but she fell ill. Sad...

mech_angel isn't feeling well. To put it mildly. There's also a certain little thing, that's been causing some funny issues, around, but might be about to get kind of serious.

We'll talk.

Gotta go get raedy to hang out with my mom, today.

Later

Also:

Happy Mother's Day, All.

You know what to do.

Mother's Day

The Dresden Dolls - [Missed Me (Live)]--- Called the mothers in my family, and my friends who are mothers. If you're a mother and you didn't get a call, it's because i don't have your number.

Went to dinner with my mom, and got a severe discount, becuase our food took Ages. My mother asked what kind of car i wanted.. so I Told her...

I drew and described the new Mustang, for her... She seemed amused, at my whimsy and need. God i love that car...

Talked to mech_angel, today, and things are working clear. Things are geting better. Good.

That's about it. It's been a pretty slow day, for LiveJournal-Land. You better have been doing important things.

I need caffeine, and water, so if you'll excuse me.

Later