Post by Addy A on Mar 20, 2022 13:09:22 GMT -5
Having chosen to stay in one of the finer establishments in town, she was grateful she didn’t have to put up with the irritating gyration of the ceiling fan dancing like a drunk irishmen against a stained backdrop. Adelaide Ainsworth was enjoying some gentlemanly company, she was wearing his oversized t-shirt while he stayed hidden half-asleep under the fine cotton sheets. Fumbling with her cellphone, she dials a number rather clumsily.
“Bitch what’ya doin tonight? Come out wit’ me later, les’ find ‘ya somebody to get ‘ya mind off Blondie. Call me back.” She slurs into the mouthpiece before dropping in on the table in front of her.
Adelaide leans forward over the glass coffee table to snort another recently cut line. She enjoys the buzz and her movements rouse her associate.
“Who was that?” he murmurs, his words mumbled by his half-awake state.
“Just a friend for ya ta play with.” Adelaide says full of giggly intoxication as she pops a cherry into her mouth and chews it with vigour.
“Sounds good. When she coming?”
“When she’s here.” Adelaide says, not truly paying attention to him as she starts to rack up another line of Colombia’s finest export. “You want some of this?”
Adelaide’s face is buried deep inside the porcelain, spitting the last of the vomit from her mouth into the bowl she stands to her feet and wipes the thick saliva from her lips. She leaves the bathroom, re-entering the bedroom of her upscale hotel room. Her companion is snoring against the backdrop of a replay of the recent superbowl. She finds herself reaching for a nearby bottle of vodka to wash the taste of the puke from her mouth.
Adelaide finds herself staring at her reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. She is wearing nothing but the oversized Jacksonville Jaguars t-shirt she had taken as her own earlier in the night. A small nod to herself in the mirror, she glances at the time on the digital bedside clock.
“Fuck. Thought Lissie would be bustin’ down the door by now.” she says to no one but herself before taking the lip of the bottle to her ruby red lips and emptying the contents of it’s stomach into her own.
“Aww yeah.” she glows as she casually drops the bottle on the carpet with a care to the world before running and throwing herself with a full body leap on the sleeping giant. He wakes and rolls over with a groan, while Adelaide jumps on the bed like a toddler on a sugar rush,
“What time is it?” he wonders aloud sleepily.
“Party Time.” she responds with a giggle.
Adelaide got bored and left him alone in the hotel room.
She knocked on the door.
“Bitch what’ya doin tonight? Come out wit’ me later, les’ find ‘ya somebody to get ‘ya mind off Blondie. Call me back.” She slurs into the mouthpiece before dropping in on the table in front of her.
Adelaide leans forward over the glass coffee table to snort another recently cut line. She enjoys the buzz and her movements rouse her associate.
“Who was that?” he murmurs, his words mumbled by his half-awake state.
“Just a friend for ya ta play with.” Adelaide says full of giggly intoxication as she pops a cherry into her mouth and chews it with vigour.
“Sounds good. When she coming?”
“When she’s here.” Adelaide says, not truly paying attention to him as she starts to rack up another line of Colombia’s finest export. “You want some of this?”
“Tell me cunt. How does it feel to claim ya more than I am and then suddenly fall flat on your ugly fucking face.”
“Not once.”
“But twice.”
“Now, you’re going to get a chance… no a guarantee that it happens for a third fucking time in row. If ya weren’t such a petulant waste of fucking oxygen. I would almost feel sorry for you Alice.”
“Almost.”
“But, almost doesn’t fucking cut in this fucking industry, especially in this fucking company and definitely in this fucking ring.”
“My fucking ring.”
“Lissie’s fucking ring.”
“The Swallowing’s fucking ring.”
“Cherry and you, Alice, the johnny-come-lately swine that ya are just haven’t found how to belong, how to fucking be something other than another a bookmark in an epic. A page marker for people to turn to when they read the book of The Swallowing. At least they’ll be something to remember you by - even if it is my foot driving your teeth in the ring steps.”
“Something ya ain’t seemed to grasp about me or even about Lissie yet is that face that most of this ain’t personal with us. It’s business. But it’s also a pleasure, even more so when I take that broomstick and break it off inside you like I play lacrosse for Duke.”
“Cunt.”
Adelaide’s face is buried deep inside the porcelain, spitting the last of the vomit from her mouth into the bowl she stands to her feet and wipes the thick saliva from her lips. She leaves the bathroom, re-entering the bedroom of her upscale hotel room. Her companion is snoring against the backdrop of a replay of the recent superbowl. She finds herself reaching for a nearby bottle of vodka to wash the taste of the puke from her mouth.
Adelaide finds herself staring at her reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. She is wearing nothing but the oversized Jacksonville Jaguars t-shirt she had taken as her own earlier in the night. A small nod to herself in the mirror, she glances at the time on the digital bedside clock.
“Fuck. Thought Lissie would be bustin’ down the door by now.” she says to no one but herself before taking the lip of the bottle to her ruby red lips and emptying the contents of it’s stomach into her own.
“Aww yeah.” she glows as she casually drops the bottle on the carpet with a care to the world before running and throwing herself with a full body leap on the sleeping giant. He wakes and rolls over with a groan, while Adelaide jumps on the bed like a toddler on a sugar rush,
“What time is it?” he wonders aloud sleepily.
“Party Time.” she responds with a giggle.
“Vega. Nah, that ain’t got the right ring to it. Vega infers ya a street fighter, one to get down and dirty when the going gets tough. But that ain’t fucking you is it, Cherry?”
“That’s better.”
“Just waiting to get popped.”
“Perfect.”
“You know, Cherry. The temptation that I need to fucking resist here is the same shit that every cunt in the past has laid on me when they came to talking smack to the Swallowing. That is calling you the leech, the parasite stuck to the bigger name in Alice. I’m not going to do that Cherry.”
“I’m better than that.”
“They weren’t.”
“You aren’t.”
“You’re a disappointment, because every fucking week that Alice is out in the ring making SFG look like the next generation’s version of Kennedy Matthews and friends - you nowhere to be seen. Not fighting for the power of SFG. No, you’re hiding in the fucking shadows - just hoping not to be seen. Trying to blend into the background like a redneck in camouflage. It’s pathetic. It’s a poor career choice. When people like me are showing ALice that she lacks the direction, the nous and the stomach to be what she claims she wants to be. You SHOULD be front and centre to make sure she doesn’t making a fucking FOOL of your name and the name of SFG. But what are you doing Alice. You’re in the background, hoping no one notices you like a hopeless fucking flower.”
“Which is exactly why Lissie and Me are going to put you down as a matter of circumstance when it comes to Monday. Lissie and I we’re a goodman well-oiled machine, you and fucking ALice can’t get on the same page of book.”
“Where are you going to be when they are picking steel out of your partner's gums?”
“No doubt, not in the fucking picture.”
“Weak cunt.”
Adelaide got bored and left him alone in the hotel room.
She knocked on the door.