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Vince Burke. I'll do what needs to be done.Sister: Rena Burke - deceased.
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never, because a dance with the devil might last you forever. - Immortal Technique
Hey, Vince…sight for sore eyes actually.
A hug would be nice, yes. And maybe a drink…or two…or four…
C’mere.
Can’t live with them,
can’t live without them.
I fucking give up. I just give up.And I’m right back to square one.
I feel the same way. Men suck. They’re terrible. Want a hug?
What’s the drama this time?
And that’s saying something.
Alice, my beautiful baby doll? The nick-name sloshed around her drunken brain like a melted slushy, her eyes softening as she took an acute liking to it. A compliment, as well as an endearing name? Perhaps it was just the alcohol, but this guy was turning out to be ..decent. Usually, she woke up the next morning, full of regret, and ready to retreat but perhaps..perhaps she wouldn’t be sneaking from his apartment in a desperate attempt to not be noticed tomorrow morning. Nose scrunching, she heard the word hotel, her drunken brain not taking time to wonder why they weren’t going back to his place. She smiled briefly as he introduced himself, her woozy body climbing to the front to redirect the driver.
She waved the bottle as she spoke, pointing out random directions. “You..no..no hotel. Take us to my apartment. North side just..um..in those town houses down from the ..the….” Alice couldn’t think , the alcohol beginning to really cloud her memory. “Um..it’s…Rosewood street, the top floor studio is mine..but..just..to …rosewood.” The words stumbled out almost stupidly, she couldn’t quite think clearly, but of course more alcohol was the solution. Alice leaned back in the hard seats, her lips meeting the bottle before a grunt from the cab driver reminded her it was illegal to have an open container in a car. Fine. She thought, more time with her prize. Setting the drink aside, she turned, laying her legs across Vince’s lap as her dainty arms coiled around his.
Whether for warmth, or pure comfort, Alice snuggled against him while her bare toes dragged against the cab’s cheap leather seat. She hated cabs, she hated cars that weren’t her own in general, but either of them driving tonight was obviously out of the question. The lights of the north side of Chicago lit up the whole sky, being one of the nicer parts of the area it was still bustling even at this hour. They nearly drove past her apartment, one of her hands waving at the driver before pointing to the building. The car jutted to a stop, Alice tipping forward before somewhat slamming back into Vince. She huffed sort of loudly before trying to climb from the car. Although she was almost sure her apartment would be empty, one could never be fully certain.
Her family were Rosarios and stopping by without announcement or notion to Alice’s social life was something they seemed to deeply enjoy. Standing on the sidewalk, she pulled at the hem of her dress, pulling out a wad of cash from the clip on the inside. Not bothering to count it all, she tossed it inside the cab, grabbing the alcohol and Vince before heading upstairs. Her fingers wound tightly around his, the elevator ride dragging on as she anxiously rocked on her heels. She’d never brought a guy home to her own apartment before, this would surely prove to be at the very least interesting. To lazy to feel up her leg for her key, Alice kicked aside the mat in front of her door, picking up the key there and unlocking the door. She flicked the light on to reveal a studio style apartment littered in designer clothes, shoes, and other accessories, the thick smell of her personal perfume tainting the air.
It was a nice change from the bad bar smell, and the feel of her plush white carpet was definitely a comfort from the cold and dirty sidewalks. Alice trailed through her apartment, leaving Vince to do as he wished while she cleaned her still drunken self up. Her bathroom was still messy from earlier in the day, covered in make up and more clothes that she hadn’t bothered to clean up. It didn’t matter, she told herself, he wasn’t here to review her apartment , he was here for her. Glancing in the mirror, she shook her head, her hair’s once perfect curls loosened from the long night, and her dressed misfitted from sitting so strangely in the cab. Not wanting to take to much time, Alice unzipped the gown, tossing it on the bathroom floor before spritzing herself with a bit of perfume.
Alice pulled off the tape that strapped her house key to her side, as well as the small pocket knife that was also attached. Ever since her little.. encounter, with a certain Malone, she could never be to careful. Exhaling loudly, she tried to relax her body staring into the mirror to appraise her appearance. A black lace bandana bra, and matching underwear? Appropriate, she thought. A little too much to just walk out in? Possibly. Alice grabbed her silk robe, pulling it over her arms but leaving it open. She was his prize after all. Grabbing the vodka bottle, Alice floated as gracefully as she could into the living room, her drunken feet dragging against the soft floor.
Vince was surprised when Alice redirected the cab driver to her own place but didn’t question it. He was bouncing up and down in his seat like a kid, hyperactive energy coursing through him. He was still on his victorious high and felt like he could take on Goliath and win. One minute he was in the cab with the huddled up next to him, and the next minute his fingers were linked in hers as she led him up to her personal abode. Details were starting to blur slightly, and his attention was wavering. Vince was being uncharacteristically reckless considering the line of work he was in.
Alice hid her spare key in the same place his sister used to. He often admonished Rena, his sister, for doing so. Just because something was hidden right under a person’s nose doesn’t mean it’ll stay hidden. There were a fair number of home invasions that occurred because a spare key was discovered under the mat. Vince learned that in his criminology class, but for the life of him, Vince couldn’t recall the exact statistic. What if his sister’s killer found her spare key under her mat? Fuck. “Hey, Alice. You should really…” He looked up, trailing off. The blonde had left him in the living room. He wrinkled his nose, only just catching the strong cloud of perfume hanging around the room. He wasn’t a big fan of scented things, but it was definitely an improvement over the bar they left.
Vince rubbed the back of his neck and plopped down on couch, waiting. He wished Alice left the vodka with him out here. It was getting cold and he could feel the upper half of his back bruising. His knuckles weren’t in great shape either. They looked like he’d been punching a brick wall. Damn, he really wished Alice had left him the vodka.
It occurred to him that he should pay Alice back for his half of the cab fare. Vince arched up his hips, pulling out his wallet from his jeans and plopped back down on her expensive looking, but uncomfortable couch. He was counting bills when Alice returned to the living room, teasingly wrapped in a robe. Her long, bare legs crossed temptingly to a stop in front of him, bottle of vodka held in one hand. Vince paused in his motions, grinning rakishly. “What considerate gift wrapping.” He arched an eyebrow at her robe.
When the silk robe slipped off her shoulders a provocative black lacy combo, his eyebrows raised and his common sense flew out the window. “Damn, that looks like something they wear down at the Dollhouse.”
His eyes widened. “Shit—wait. I didn’t mean it like that!” Vince backtracked, stumbling over his words. “It sounded a lot better in my head.” He held up his hands to show he meant no harm by the words.
A beat.
Alice looked even more pissed. Vince remembered his wallet still in his hand. “Fuck, no!” He scrambled to put it away. “It’s not what you think. I—I was trying to uh, pay you back. For the cab!”
What? No “I miss you too?” Okay…I see how it is.
I’ll just see you when you get here I guess.
…That sounds really appetizing…
That’s just the thing…oh…nevermind, I’ll tell you when you get home…I do miss you though.
Oh, serious business. A lot of that going around today.
Oh, um. Sure. Surprise me?
I’m gonna come home with roasted snake skin.
dr-kate-gordon: Text: Too bad. I put out for gentlemen...
Text: While you’re at it, could you make a list of others things you’d put out for? Just for future reference.
