| ¤ 5-23-03, Louis’ Weekend, Unexpected Arrival¤ ¤Continued Part 3¤
¤He leans back on the door as the soft click passes through the room. He could see her scooping out his place. He knew it was menial for what he needed. He should have better, but he didn’t care. “So whore? This place not good enough for the like of you?” She spins on heel to look back at him. Her worried look is painted across her. “Oh..” her voice falters “No, its great.” She gives him a weak smile before trying to change the subject. “So where’s Carrie?”
He smiles, his mind slides back to the business deal he had with Russian. He supplied whores to Russian occasionally for a feeding. He of course gave him the ones he wanted gone, or the ones that were to independent. Carrie was one of those cases; She was too nosey for her own business. Which fit perfectly, at the time, Louis needed a place to stay. He sure as hell got it.
“’Carrie doesn’t live here anymore.” His words seemed to burst a bubble in Susan. He looked her over and noticed the busted lip., the shaky hands. She looked like the average whore.
“I could take you to her, if you like.” Louis thought moreover of having a road snack. He had to leave town tonight to get fitted for his costume for the dark carnival.
She looked him over. Louis assumed she was wondering why he would help her. She manages to say, “I’m not one of your whores, and I will never be.” Louis laughed, the movement making his shades slide down his face. “Of course not” He headed toward the door. Stopping at the door long enough to take hold of the doorknob. “If you want to see her, I’m leaving now” He closes the door behind him, before heading down the hall, towards the stairs.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs he can hear someone come down the steps. Louis assumed it was the young whore. He heads outside and begins to look for a car. He wanted a car with keys.
Walking along the parked cars. Every time Louis sees a car he fancies he leans down and peers into the cars. He notices what kind of shape its in. What was in it and such, he wondered If they looked un kept and disorganized, possibly they left the keys somewhere in the car. The kine thought it was easier for them to keep the keys in the car.
Looking into the window of a beat up looking 1985 Alfa Romeo GTV-6. He smirked as he looked at the rust along the window. He looks into the car and to his surprise sees the keys in the ignition. He laughs as he pops open the car door and gets in. Turning the ignition he pulls out of the parking spot and heads back toward his place. ¤ |