Hotel 5.- Twinning
Jake wasn't working when they walked up. It was the older Indian man whom they said would take over the hotel once Jake's grandfather died.
"312, please."
"Someone's booked it tonight."
"Anything else on the third floor?"
"Um, sure...314."
"Fine."
She got the key and took Darlene by the arm.
"Do you think it'll cool down by tomorrow?" Darlene was nervous.
"I doubt it."
They arrived at 314 and opened the door. The interior was much nicer than 312, a decadent secret that had been kept away.
"Mind if I do a line?"
"I don't allow my clients to get intoxicated in front of me, it's my policy." She'd begun setting up the target on the wall, near the telephone. Darlene had wandered in to the bathroom
"I hope you're not doing anything like that?"
She laughed. She'd refreshed her memory of knife-throwing all week in preparation for this. The money was worth it. Darlene had changed into a one-sleeved black evening gown, covered in sequins.
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Jake had met with his grandfather to try to find a solution to the pricey sex workers who frequented the hotel. They couldn't come up with anything. As long as they were paying customers, and kept their noses clean, they couldn't really deny a one. They usually paid cash. Not many problems. But no one had been there to help him that night he'd found the bum with the head injury. Didn't want to risk more blood on their hands. He felt weak and powerless to stop them. The paint was cracking in the rooms that contained old men with wrinkled, alien faces. He wondered if he would wind up desperate, or simply not giving a care, like them. There was no love or sex in his life. All he did was work. It was a twisted introspection. Someone must restore order. Jake cursed again.
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She'd cleaned off all the toys. It was strangely romantic, doing this with a female client. Darlene had changed into jeans and a top. She wished she'd been more conscious and aware to take in the beauty of the room. Darlene accidentally dropped something and bumped her head on the mirror.
Darlene's voice was scared: "Um, uh...do you wanna go eat something downstairs?" She was exhausted, and not expecting this. Darlene was feeling unusually brave. She almost wanted to laugh and spit in Darlene's face. But maybe she should do what's good.
"Why the fuck not."
They walked out and towards the restaurant, arm in arm, unlikely twins.
This might be that thing they talked about sometimes.
From the back, with their hairstyles, with matching height, they looked like twins. The dawn's light had begun to creep.
"312, please."
"Someone's booked it tonight."
"Anything else on the third floor?"
"Um, sure...314."
"Fine."
She got the key and took Darlene by the arm.
"Do you think it'll cool down by tomorrow?" Darlene was nervous.
"I doubt it."
They arrived at 314 and opened the door. The interior was much nicer than 312, a decadent secret that had been kept away.
"Mind if I do a line?"
"I don't allow my clients to get intoxicated in front of me, it's my policy." She'd begun setting up the target on the wall, near the telephone. Darlene had wandered in to the bathroom
"I hope you're not doing anything like that?"
She laughed. She'd refreshed her memory of knife-throwing all week in preparation for this. The money was worth it. Darlene had changed into a one-sleeved black evening gown, covered in sequins.
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Jake had met with his grandfather to try to find a solution to the pricey sex workers who frequented the hotel. They couldn't come up with anything. As long as they were paying customers, and kept their noses clean, they couldn't really deny a one. They usually paid cash. Not many problems. But no one had been there to help him that night he'd found the bum with the head injury. Didn't want to risk more blood on their hands. He felt weak and powerless to stop them. The paint was cracking in the rooms that contained old men with wrinkled, alien faces. He wondered if he would wind up desperate, or simply not giving a care, like them. There was no love or sex in his life. All he did was work. It was a twisted introspection. Someone must restore order. Jake cursed again.
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She'd cleaned off all the toys. It was strangely romantic, doing this with a female client. Darlene had changed into jeans and a top. She wished she'd been more conscious and aware to take in the beauty of the room. Darlene accidentally dropped something and bumped her head on the mirror.
Darlene's voice was scared: "Um, uh...do you wanna go eat something downstairs?" She was exhausted, and not expecting this. Darlene was feeling unusually brave. She almost wanted to laugh and spit in Darlene's face. But maybe she should do what's good.
"Why the fuck not."
They walked out and towards the restaurant, arm in arm, unlikely twins.
This might be that thing they talked about sometimes.
From the back, with their hairstyles, with matching height, they looked like twins. The dawn's light had begun to creep.
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