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| One without the Money | | | Author: | | | IP: | max01-dyXXXX | | Date: | 07/07/02 08:07 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 8, Min: 8
Lifetime Rating for Keanu_Reaver: 7.9200 |  |
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ rang that annoying peice of shit I call an alarm clock, signaling it was 6a.m. and timeanother depressing day in this sad existence I call life. Y'know, when I first got into being a private investigator, I had such high hopes for myself...after all, girls can't resist a rebel hero, right...? Wrong, excluding my hand...I havent been laid in...about 23 years now. Sure, the first few months were exciting (if you can call spying on a disloyal husband exciting...) but soon the bills started to stack up and...well...the money didn't. Even after resorting to being a bounty hunter, the money just wasn't there...I guess this perfect little town has no need of a rogue officer of justice.
I groggily got up from my bed (consisting of a mattress on the floor with a few random blankets thrown on top), scratched the boxers out of the crack of my ass, and made the 15 foot walk across my trashy little apartment to the kitchen. Slowly tilting my head up, my eyes darted back and forth looking for anything that could possibly be considered food (possibly that little carton of leftover chinese food...but then I heard week old moldy dog meat is bad on the stomach) until my eyes finally landed on a box of pizza! Saying a quick prayer to myself I opened up the box...and there lay the most beautiful slice of pizza I have ever seen, why...it couldn't have been more then 2 days old!
Grabbing the cleanest plate I could find, I wasted no time in slapping that beauty on it and popping it in the microwave to heat it up. Gleeful at my discovery, I quickly tossed off my clothes and jumped into the shower. Turning the rusty knob on the shower wall, the first wave of ice cold water struck my body, sending me sprawling out of the shower in a panic.
"God damned stupid water heater!" I yelled out in a rage while grabbing for a towel, until I finally realized that all the towels were dirty (great, now I got to take a trip to the laundromat...just wonderful!).
In a huff, I left the bathroom and ran back to the bedroom, quickly slipping on some boxers to escape the cold. Still dripping from the cold water, I walked over to my closet and sighed as I pulled out my Wallgreens uniform (yes...things have been so bad that I've had to take an extra job, as...a cashier for Wallgreens.). Contemplating the meaning of life, I grabbed my slacks and started putting them on, but as soon as they reached my knees the most ominous odor entered my nose.
"MY PIZZA!!!!" I screamed out realizing I had forgotten all about it and had accidentally put the timer up too high.
In a rush I darted towards the kitchen but didn't even make a single step before tripping over my own pants. I landed with a thud giving my knee a carpet burn and brusing my elbow. Completly ignoring the pain, I quickly got back to my feet and fumbled around with my pants before finally getting them up.
Without a moment's wait, I once again made a dash to the kitchen with one hand holding my pants up and reaching out to salvage my treasure with the other. I quickly opened the microwave door to find my beautiful slice of pizza still very much intact and almost begging to be eaten.
Drooling all over myself, I merrily reached my hand in there and gleefully pulled the suculent slice of heaven from its prison. As soon as I got it out of the microwave I foolishly put my fingers on the bottom of the plate only to find out the plate was scorchingly hot. Motivated by sheer instinct, I let go of the plate, and watched in slow motion as the plate fell from my hands and shattered on the hard tile floor.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I saw my once beautiful slice of pizza now laying motionless, face-down, on the floor. Sighing, I sadly hobbled back to my bedroom and finished getting ready for work.
I quickly left the apartment complex, already pressed for time, and made my way to my old, beat-up dodge ram. After the customary four tries, I finally got it started and drove off to work.
Children were playing in the street without fear of drunk drivers; couples were off taking walks together without fear of gangs; even the elderly were out soaking up the morning breeze without fear of psychopathic murderers. What a drag, where are my conspiracies? My serial killers? My underworld mobs? Whats a private investigator/bounty hunter to do?
Feeling sorry for myself always seemed to pass the time rather quickly, and before I knew it, I had arrived. I quickly hopped out of my truck and walked in. The store was just starting to fill up with employees who all looked as depressed as I did, I guess dreams are about as fruitious as being a private investigator in this town.
The first few hours were always slow, so generally only my register was open to check people out. Sure, the occasional early bird would come in and buy some odd trinket, but for the most part I spent most of my time deep in thought.
I slowly rested my chin on my hand and closed my eyes thinking about why exactly I chose to be a private investigator. It's so vivid in my mind...back in high school, it was always my favorite fantasy. I would just be sitting at my office desk, maybe loading up my classic revolver, when a beautiful vixen with flowing blonde hair would walk into my office. She would be wearing a skin tight red dress showing a trace amount of cleavage and stopping just below her ass showing off her long, silky legs. Her lips would be a lucious red and just be begging to be kissed, with large beautiful blue eyes that seemed to peer directly into your soul.
She would slowly and seductively strut up to me, her red pumps making her legs even that much more desirable. She would slowly bend over my desk giving me a better view of her cleavage while those beautiful red lips slowly parted.
And from those lips, she would slowly and seductively say, "HEY PERVERT, WAKE UP!"
Just as fast as I entered that dream-like state, I was thrown from it. Blinking a few times, my anger and frustration had finally boiled over. With fire in my eyes, I turned towards the rude customer only to see my best friend, Dagomar.
"Jesus Dag you scared the shit out of me!" I yelled, relieved that I wouldn't be losing my job...yet.
"Of course I did, you need to start inviting me to your fantasies Mehdi!" He said smiling.
"Yeah I guess, so what brings you here?" I said, having finally regaining my nerves.
"What else? Need my daily sugar rush before working on my new website," he said, holding up a Carmello.
"Oh, right...Well let me know how it goes," I sadly said, sliding the Carmello over the scanner.
"Haha, still waiting on that blonde I see...Well tonight I'm going to the pussycat club, come hang out with me unless you think that blonde will show up tonight," he said smiling.
"Man I dont have the money for that, maybe some other time.." I said forcing a smile.
"You aren't getting out of it that easy! I'll pay your way tonight," he said while giving me the money for the Carmello.
"Alright...I'll see if I can make it Dag," I said, handing the bag to him.
"See ya then Mehdi!" He said smiling.
Dagomar took the bag from my hand and walked out. I smiled at myself realizing that I could really use a fun night out, I think I'll take Dag up on that offer. The rest of the day was surprisingly slow, and the people didn't seem to have much to say.
In fact, the day went so slow that my manager let me off two hours early! Looks like tonight is going to turn out pretty fun after all. I joyfully checked out and strutted outside, and found out just why the day was so slow as a sheet of ice cold rain smacked me in the face.
"Damn! What a storm!" I said to myself as I dashed to my truck amidst the downpour.
Weaving through the not-too-crowded parking-lot, I finally reached my truck, soaked from head to toe. I quickly put a sheet of newspaper down on the seat and jumped in.
With the sun setting and soaked from head to toe I was so cold that I fumbled with the keys trying to get them into the ignition. Finally getting them damned keys in, I turned them only to hear the familiar pt pt pt pt pt pt pt pt pt sound of the engine. Exasperated, I slammed my hands into the steering wheel and sighed. After about 5 minutes, I tried it again, only to hear the same pt pt pt pt pt pt pt pt from the engine.
"Alright...alright...just relax Mehdi, give it a sec to warm up..." I said to myself trying to calm myself down. But no matter how many times I tried, the truck simply would not start up.
I slammed open the door in disgust and made a mad dash through the rain to the store, not even bothering to shut the truck door behind me. Once inside, I quickly headed over to the nearest pay phone, ignoring the looks of confusion from customers and employees alike. I wasted no time in calling a cab, but the cab driver decided to waste plenty of time getting to me. By the time he arrived it was already dark and I was huddled up near the entrance of the store trying to say warm.
"Ey, get in the cab groovy player ya?" The cab driver said in a muffled, middle eastern, accent.
Oh great, a towel head! I thought to myself as I got in the cab. The cab gave off a horrible cologne/cigarette smoke odor that nearly gagged me, and judging from the interior...it has definatelly seen better days. But no matter, my apartment wasn't too far away and I wasn't about to let anything ruin my night out.
We arrived rather quickly since his driving was about as good as his english. I handed him a $50 and left, without another word said. I ran up the steps to my second floor apartment, jumped out of my soaked work clothes, and wrapped myself in a towel as soon as I shut the door. From there I went right into the kitchen and immediatly started digging for something to eat...when I heard a knock on the door.
Wow...pretty early for Dag to be here... I thought to myself before yelling out, "Come on in, it's open!"
There was a slight pause for some reason, then I watched as the knob shook slightly before finally turning all the way. Although confused, my famished state forced me to turn away and back to fixing my food. I listened in as the door slowly creeked open and finally closed.
I turned around, and to my shock, there stood the most beautiful blonde wearing...jeans and a blue sweater (okay, it wasn't the red dress I had hoped for but...damn she sure did fill those jeans out nicely). She was soaked from head to toe, her hair was clumped together giving the appearance of braided brunette hair, and the fair complection on her face made her look just like an angel. The rain dripped from her finger tips as she looked from side to side, surveying her surroundings, before her eyes finally locked on me.
She studied me intently with a look of shock on her face, whether it was from my towel wearing self or something earlier I do not know. She drew her eyes up from the towel to my eyes and locked on them, she seemed to peer right into my soul...just like my fantasy, but not even in my deepest most erotic fantasy could any woman have eyes near as beautiful as this womans eyes.
She cleared her throat and took a small step forward before finally saying, "I...I need your help..."
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