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Date Posted：07/24/2016 15:30 PMCopy HTML
Monday March 13, 2016
1:05pm
The moment she got the call, she new that her day was going to be interesting. And that’s just based on assumptions. The number had come up as unknown, someone she didn’t have in her phone. The person on the other line had simply told her to meet them at a certain address. It was a man. Being Rorie, of course, meant that curiosity took the better of her and she did exactly as she was told. Not in that way.
So there she was, sitting in her limo. The driver took her to the location she had been told. It was a run down deli restaurant place in a crappy part of the city she was in. Wherever the fuck she was. She rolled down the window, looking at the place they were parked in front of. She rolled her eyes behind her massive sunglasses and rolled the windows back up, sighing. The driver came around and opened the door for her, letting her out. She wasn’t dressed like she belonged in this area, that’s for sure. She straightened out her tight black dress and got herself sorted before walking into the restaurant.
The inside was as bad as it looked outside. The place was old and looked as if it hadn’t been renovated since the 30s. Her nose wrinkled up as she smelled the place. Her neck seemed to have shifted back, as if whatever she smelled was making her want to leave. She looked around, noticing a man waving at her like crazy. She raised a brow, but then tilted her head a bit, looking confused. She pulled down her sunglasses, squinting to try and make out who it was. She couldn’t tell. But then it hit her. She knew exactly who it was. But he did NOT look the same. At all.
Nicky Fucking Dreamboat.
The chubby white guy waving to her was Nicky Dreamboat. From W2K. He looked like he hadn’t showered in months. He looked like he had given up wrestling exclusively to drink beer forever. Rorie’s face kind of went into the same disgusted face she had put on when she walked into the place. She sighed again and walked to the table he sat at. Everyone was staring at her. She really didn’t fit in there. Rorie pulled off her sunglasses and tossed them into her purse. Nicky went to stand up, but Rorie held out a hand.
Rorie Steele: “Don’t move… don’t fucking touch me.”
Nicky stayed in place, but the smile on his face was spread as far as possible. Rorie sat down in the booth in front of him, awkwardly placing her hands on the table. She wasn’t sure about the cleanliness of the place. Hand sanitizer would be her friend later.
Rorie Steele: “It smells like old men BO and fucking rotting meat in here. It’s disgusting.”
Nicky ignored what Rorie had said. If it were possible, his eyes would currently be made of hearts.
Nicky Dreamboat: “Rorie Steele… I… can’t believe you’re here. I can’t believe you showed up.”
Rorie raised a brow.
Rorie Steele: “And I can’t believe you’re still fucking alive.”
She paused for a moment, staring at him.
Rorie Steele: “This is worse than that time you took steroids…”
Nicky laughed as if she had told a joke.
Nicky Dreamboat: “I never took steroids, Rorz. That was a muscle shirt.”
Rorie Steele: “I wouldn’t be fucking surprised. Jesus Christ. And why with the fucking creepy ‘Meet me here and make it snappy’ thing? You could have told me it was you. I texted you first anyways, you retard.”
Nicky Dreamboat: “You wouldn’t have come if I told you it was me.”
Rorie Steele: “And you thought this would work instead? I texted you!”
Nicky Dreamboat: “You’re here, aren’t you?”
Rorie pondered for a moment.
Rorie Steele: “True…”
She made a face.
Rorie Steele: “So what do you want? Our meeting was supposed to be next week.”
Nicky Dreamboat: “Well… I wanted to see you. I wanted to talk to you.”
Rorie Steele: “What the fuck? Why? I haven’t seen you in fucking years. Why now? You couldn’t wait a week?”
Nicky Dreamboat: “I was thinking of getting back into wrestling. Thought maybe you’d have an in, you know?”
Rorie Steele: “No.”
Nicky sighed.
Nicky Dreamboat: “Rorie… you gotta have connections.”
Rorie Steele: “I do. But not for you. Look at you. You look like you rolled out of a Chef Boyardee meatball can. I’m not helping you get into anywhere.”
Nicky tilted his head back in protest.
Nicky Dreamboat: “But RORRRRRRRRZ!”
Rorie scoffed at him.
Rorie Steele: “Don’t fucking beg me like a child. I’m not going to crack.”
Nicky Dreamboat: “Ugh. Fine. You’re such a custy bitch.”
Rorie was taken back by his words. Not because it was rude or he had the audacity to say something like that to her. More because she hadn’t heard the words come from HIM in years. It was like the smallest little flutter went on in her chest. She closed her eyes for a second.
Rorie Steele: “Say it again… say something mean.”
Nicky watched her closely, noticing her eyes closed.
Nicky Dreamboat: “You’re a malaria-infested thundercunt and I hope you catch 35 STDs in a row.”
Her breath stuttered for a moment as she listened to his words. Jesus she missed that. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Nicky. And instantly felt sick. Her face turned into disgust as she stared at him. How did THAT face make her feel like she just had? What in the FUCK.
Rorie Steele: “Jesus fucking Christ you’re ugly.”
She placed a hand over her mouth, feigning throwing up. She dry-heaved a few times to make it even more authentic.
Nicky Dreamboat: “Shut up, Rorz.”
Rorie Steele: “I don’t even know how I was EVER in lo-“
She stopped talking. Nicky curiously looked at her, but didn’t press it. He knew better.
Nicky Dreamboat: “Hey, you remember when we had that little deal? The one with the marriage if I win the W2K title?”
Rorie Steele: “The one you failed multiple times at doing?”
Nicky’s face fell, looking down. She remembered, alright. He sighed.
Nicky Dreamboat: “Yeah… I was hoping maybe you wouldn’t remember the rest of the deal. Always gotta be a bitch, huh?”
Rorie Steele: “You failed. Why are you living in the fucking past anyways? That was then. I didn’t want to marry you then… and I still fucking don’t.”
Nicky Dreamboat: “Well I hoped you maybe would change your mind… but since you’re being a massive twat…”
Something hit her. Here eyes narrowed for a moment.
Rorie Steele: “I get it… I fucking get it.”
Nicky Dreamboat: “Get what?”
Rorie Steele: “I never wanted YOU. You’re fucking gross. I was into the THOUGHT of you. The idea of you. A guy that would treat me like shit the same way I treat him like shit. The guy that would do anything for me, but challenge me the whole time. The guy that would let me get away with stepping on his balls because it would be pleasing to me. I can find that somewhere else. With someone better. You... You’re just a key for what I wanted. But not the Master key. Just one that opens a couple doors. I need the one to open them all. Jesus Christ I’m fucking cured.”
Rorie smiled huge, slapping a hand lightly on the table.
Rorie Steele: “You? You were the thing he used to fucking blackmail me? Fucking Christ. And I LET him?!”
Nicky Dreamboat: “Who? What are you talking about, Rorz?”
Rorie Steele: “Don’t FUCKING call me that, Dreamy. I can’t BELIEVE I let this happen.”
Rorie stood up, moving out of the booth. She grabbed her purse. Nicky stood up as well, hands up in front of him.
Nicky Dreamboat: “Rorie please. Don’t leave. I’ll buy you lunch and everything. Come on, Rorz!”
Rorie’s head snapped towards Nicky. She turned her body walking towards him. Her arm shot up, grabbing him around the neck. Her nails dug into the sides of his throat at she pushed him back against the wall behind them.
Rorie Steele: “I told you not to call me ‘Rorz’. I’m leaving. This disgusting excuse for a restaurant is enough to make me want to kill myself. And having to look at you isn’t helping at all. Thanks for the flashback to older, shittier times. But it’s time to go back to my real life. My better life. Bye, Dreamy.”
She let his neck go and turned her heel to leave.
Nicky Dreamboat: “Fuck you, Rorie! Dirty whore! I hope your van blows up.”
Rorie Steele: “It’s a fucking limo, jackass.”
She yelled it from the door, opening it to leave. Nicky stares after her.
Nicky Dreamboat: “I fucking love that woman…”
He sighed and went back to the booth, sitting down.
Nicky Dreamboat: “Hey guy! Get me a beer!”
The server behind the counter looks over at Nicky, frowning.
Server: “We don’t have alcohol here, dude. Sorry.”
Nicky Dreamboat: “Fuck.” |
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