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| Fleeting memories; Roxie & Jay | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 7 2007, 02:03 AM (32 Views) | |
| Jo | Dec 7 2007, 02:03 AM Post #1 |
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Another day and another rainstorm as Roxie throws open the door to the Landing Strip. Shaking her head from all the rain, Roxie steps inside and looks outside. A hint of depression in her eyes as she looks to what should be snow. Instead it's the more lighter, clearer cousin. Roxie closes the door and rattling the one Christmas decoration in the entire place; a wreath of the door. A wreath that acts more as a warning rather than some kind of cheer giver as the leaves on it are ratted and torn. And don't get me started on the thread. No, no mistake. The ribbon has been worn down to a nub of its former self. Roxie walks between the tables being careful not to rest her hands on any surface. Especially since her hands are empty and bare. She dreads at how many beers have been spilt on their surfaces. Of course, all her pussy footing with the hands is for nothing as her hands rest on the dancing table. Roxie wobbles the table to a steady flat surface before crawling on. Last week there was a fight that broke out. There were only four people in the club that day; herself, Clyde, a drunk guy, and a Rastafarian looking individual who kept to the back for some reason. Clyde had knocked the drunk into the table of which Roxie was dancing on. Apparently, the drunk had said something that Clyde wasn't all too fond of. Now, Clyde is a man who looks weak on the outside, but the inside is purely his former self. That being an amateur boxer who could've made it big. But since Roxie doesn't know why he didn't, neither do you. Anyway, that little knock down, drag out brawl caused some of the bolts to bust out of place. Though Roxie wasn't standing on it as she had jumped up onto the pole to come swinging down to catch the drunk with a dropkick with a twirl. Apparently, the Rastafarian wasn't that much into fighting as he took his leave sometime during her rise back to her feet. Anyway, now she's thankful for the sticky surface the dried beer has created. At least now there's a better chance of her not falling off. Well, at least the beer kind of cancels out the wabbliness. As she crawls through the door, Clyde says something in her direction but she's too far to really understand it or even hear enough of it to bother turn around. Flicking on the light, she's startled by what she sees. Jay: Hey there. "Jay! Nice...nice to see you." Jay stands there smiling as Roxie huffs out a laugh and goes in for a hug. Not a passionate or even a regular hug. Really just the kind of hug you give someone you're not expecting to see and thus try to end the awkward moment kind of hug. Their hug over, Roxie brings herself back. Jay: Sorry for just dropping in on you like this, but the bartender said he'd inform you I'd arrived. "He did?" Jay: Well, it doesn't matter. Both of them stand silent for a while when Roxie finally realizes that she's still holding onto his arms. Roxie quickly releases her hold as Jay sends her a small smile and begins looking around. Jay: So, this is certainly different than your last place. Roxie instantly thinks about her old apartment of which Alfredo is looking after, but then realizes that she's never brought Jay to her apartment. As a matter of fact, she doesn't even remember bringing Jay to the backstage area of Tony's Club. It's then that she realizes that he's just trying to make small talk. Actually, reading this is faster than she's thinking so we're gonna need for her mind to catch up. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Alright, just fast forward or whatever. "You've never seen my place..." Jay turns back to Roxie with an awkward expression on his face. Okay, so you've read more than she knows. It might come to her that he's just trying to make small talk. Shall we wait some more or shall we just continue on? Jay: So hey, I'm really looking forward to my match against Xtreme Kitten next week, you, uh, looking forward to your match with... There's only one thing that comes to mind when he talks about her match; Jaime. The first image of course is of Jaime standing in the ring with a nice, inviting smile sending off waves of competition. And seeing Jaime, she suddenly thinks of everything she has that she doesn't. Thinking about that only causes her to think about her talk with Clyde earlier in the week. She doesn't seem too pleased about any of that but tries to hide it. Jay notices her strain in trying to hide something and figures what it could be. "Smooth" he thinks to himself as he remembers his reasoning for being here in the first place. Sure he wants to know about the significance between Roxie and the Zaibatsu, but he never meant for it to come out so blatant. "Ask her about her match, ask her about her partner. Good job." Jay shakes his head and tries to forget those thoughts as he attempts to change the subject. Jay: So, uh, I got that deal with Nike. I realized I never brought it up to you before, but I'm pretty excited and--Roxie? Roxie can't take it anymore. She moves past Jay and takes a seat on the make shift couch. To Jay of course, this is still all about his earlier question. Sure he wasn't badgering her, but he still didn't know she was this sensitive about it. He quickly goes to join her sitting right next to her. It feels a little hard at first, but he puts all that aside when he sees just how hurt Roxie is. Jay: Listen, I'm sorry for bringing him up, I didn't realize it was-- "No, it's not that. It's just..." Roxie looks up to Jay, tears streaming from her eyes. She tries to put on her best smile but all she can do is whimper. "I'm so happy for you!" Not the best sounding way to say that convincingly, and it clearly doesn't work as Jay doesn't seem too ecstatic about hearing it like that. Not that he was expecting a hearty congratulatory hug, but still. At least something. But then everything seems to hit him. In the corner rests Roxie's bag, the hardness he felt when sitting down was a steel rod which is the siding of a cot (okay that he didn't figure out, but how many couches have steel rods on their sides?). Jay: You...you live here? Roxie nods a little in agreement as Jay plants a hand over his mouth. Clearly bringing up his Nike deal wasn't the best of news for her. Sure it would probably make anyone else happy but was that why she was so upset earlier? Did she want the Nike deal too? "I moved here a couple weeks ago. This is where I sleep, over there is where myself and the other two dancers get dressed and right there is our make up...shelf. That's the mirror that we--" Jay: Okay. It's clear to Jay now that all she's doing is just listing off things she sees in the room so she can subside her tears. But mentioning them would probably bring about even more. Therefore Jay feels it best not to allow her to continue. "It's just...when I hear about the things going on with Jaime, then compare my life to it I realize just how little I have. I mean, she has everything. A boyfriend, a belt, nice clothes, fans, everything! And what do I have? No girlfriend, a cot in a storage room, and a wobbly, sticky table for two to dance on every other night. And now you with your deal..." Suddenly Roxie's tears come back. "Which I'm so happy for...!" Jay: Shh. "I just...All I want is a normal life. One where I have friends who care about me, where I don't have to compare myself to anyone, and where I can just have fun. Fun all of the time. You know, when I was young, this isn't how I dreamt my life would be. I didn't see myself as some lesbian stripper who had it in for a fellow wrestler. I saw myself getting married. I'd live in a nice neighbourhood filled with nice people. I'd have children, maybe a tire swing in the front lawn where little Jack and Jill could play. A nice park not too far away with a hill where they would run up and down. Up and down. Up and down." In case you're wondering, yes Jay does have an expression that gives way to the fact that he's heard most of this before. But he doesn't say anything. Although he does get the sense that he's finally gotten chance to try and make some sort of move. For anyone whose said it can't be done, clearly they never heard this speech. "But now, I'm freaking out at my girlfriend for trying to have a child. Jay," And then the dreadful words that brings him back to reality, "I really miss her." Roxie, in her attempt to find something comforting, rests her head against Jay sniffing back a couple of times. "Jay, do you...think you can stay a while? I just don't want to be alone right now." |
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