Audrey's been in and out of the bar, always breathing a small inward sigh of relief when she doesn't spot Jack.
Their conversations have made one thing painfully clear: She's been mourning a man that doesn't love her.
People change, he'd said, meaning Paul but she could feel the difference. Maybe he never really loved her, she could have been ( Read more... )

Walt kisses Audrey's cheek, all but saying 'you were fantastic' and sometime during the night she'd woken up and almost called him another name.
She wonders what her father would think of her - what Paul and Jack would think of her - if they saw her at this moment, hair wet, clad only in a towel, the man she'd spent the weekend with redoing his ( Read more... )

Audrey almost never goes to the clubs. The real talent's out there working the restaurant floors on tiny salaries and even tinier tips. Tonight, however, she is here with Jack. Not for apperances. Apperances were for the award shows, the premiers, not the clubs. She's here for another reason. She's here for the man sitting by himself in a booth, ( Read more... )

The fictional character Audrey Raines most resembles is Micheal Corleone. Not in that she wants legitimacy. She doesn't. Not that she wants normalcy and the American Way. She doesn't. It's in the way she controls things from the back, ruthlessly and with precision. She doesn't "love" people the way Micheal "loved" people. She really doesn't give a ( Read more... )

Esta muy loco

Some of you may have heard that Audrey and her family were from DC ( Read more... )

[ Millitimed to Sunday morning ]

Audrey wakes in a bed not her own, in a room not her own, in a place familiar. She scans the room from the bed, trying to recall in her memory where she has seen this place before. A room. A hotel room. Not in DC or America for that matter. She twists around on her back and looks at the ceiling, still not knowing ( Read more... )

It took some time before Audrey was ready to move from the wall. The papers were scattered about the floor below her like a blanket of fallen leaves in autumn; hadn’t she been the responsible adult, she would have left them there. Carefully, she sorted through the papers and began to place in the folder ( Read more... )

Audrey is curled up on the couch, nursing a cup of hot chocolate. Kiefer is curled up next to her, sleeping as well as a cat with a hangover should. As usual, there’s nothing on the television except for the last gaping breaths of children’s Saturday morning programming. Anything to keep her distracted is fine with her ( Read more... )

Audrey is bored. Not unusual for meetings such as these, but familiarity with boredom never made it easier to deal with. She stretches descreetly and waits for the man to finish speaking before she responds. The only entertainment she has are idle wonders. She's asked herself so many times what Jack was doing that it had lost its girlish fun. ( Read more... )