R68: Best and ART!
HEY LOOK! ART!
Title: Best
Characters: Unnamed Grunt. Talked about: Pearl, Giovanni, Domino, Butch/Cassidy, Professor ???
POV: Unnamed Grunt (A young fellow. Who could it be?)
Notes: Uhhh... Not sure what to say. Er, I drew a picture to go along! The story starts out as a simple thing where a boy has a crush on an older woman, but then it gets into more stuff.
I felt like writing a bit about rising up in the ranks. I had to shorten it quite a bit. I think I'll post the full version in my own journal maybe sometime.
The original version was a Rocket-inspired monologue I wrote for a theater friend. I liked it, so I turned it into a shortie. I think it still sounds like a monologue, a bit, sort of.
Either way, I hope you like the picture and the story.
Oh my God. The Boss just has to have the finest of everything, doesn’t he?
I mean, suits tailor-made from Italy, wine older than my gramps, sheets with a higher thread count than my paycheck…
Well, all that stuff’s damned nice, but oh my God, his wife. His wife.
That woman is woman times a million! She’s literally the sexiest thing on two legs. I just want to squeeze her. When I say she’s got a figure, I say she’s got a figure. Well, I could say huge tracts of land, but I mean that when she comes in the room you think you’re stuck in an avalanche. She’s luxury like a box of chocolates with silk ribbons and gold leaf and fancy paper and velvet lining the inside box. My God, put her next to a normal girl and it’s like parking a sleek, fat, luxury yacht next to a rowboat. Or putting the hugest sundae with the sweetest, iciest, ice cream in the world next to a twenty-five cent Popsicle.
And she’ll take the cigar out of her mouth and press the tip against her lip and exhale slowly, “Well, hi, boys.” And she does that in that way of hers, that way when her voice is like melted chocolate dripping down sweet and hot. It makes you melt right down through your pants. Just seeing her smirking at you makes you right horny.
Just say her name. Pearl. Pearl. If that doesn’t say anything about what she is I don’t know what does. She’s the finest. The finest, finest, finest. A raw, rare, natural pearl, like the kind they don’t even dare put in a museum ‘cause it’s just so damn fine. You crack open a million oysters and you don’t find her. You crack open the entire ocean and you don’t find her. ‘Cause the Boss’s already got her.
I’ll tell you what. You know those books where the paperboy falls in love with the Boss’s Daughter and they end up together? Screw the ‘Boss’s Daughter’ girl. Hell, he doesn’t even have a daughter, but you know what I’m talking about. I’m talking about that girl, who’s the Boss’s Daughter, and you fall in love with her because, although there’s major difference in social standing, you’re both like confused and hopeful teenyboppers and all. Well who cares about that. You might be able to connect with the adolescent Daughter, but it’s his wife that’s got The Stuff! The Boss’s Daughter is the representation of rising in rank. The Boss’s Wife is the representation of being on the top of the heap already. Besides, a girl less than half the Boss’s Wife’s age can’t prowl like that, all elegant and sexy and confident.
Think about it. The Boss, he just calls her up and he’s got the sweetest ass in the world in his hands. I’ve seen her running to his room, taking the stairs four at a time. And when he goes out, he’s got her on his arm, and I’ve seen how those powerful Feds and those Gov people look at him! Even his business associates, they’ve got wives and they make a point of cooperating and not fighting over each other’s stuff, but then the Boss goes in with that woman leaning on him…
In twilight between waking and dreaming, you see her. Everything you’ve ever wanted. And then when you see her again, you really do see everything you want, everything you want, right in front of your eyes. You can’t blame anyone for wanting her so bad.
Point is, everyone wants to be on top. And they do things that they wouldn’t normally do, just to get up there. I’ve never asked the Boss what he’s done to climb all the way up there, but I have a few educated guesses.
There are lots of ways to get up there. In science, you discover things and work hard. In politics, you blackmail people and work hard. But with the Boss, he’s born with it. Makes me wonder, what can us little people who weren’t kids that knew forty different languages do? But really, this is America! They say you work hard (and maybe save the Boss’s Daughter from a gang of kidnappers by the way), and you clamber all the way up to the top. It’s a great thought and a great idea, but I’ve been working hard and I’m still sweeping the bins. But then I see some people who come in and just start defying gravity, the way they whiz up like rockets. And this is the business where everyone has a chance. But I can’t seem to do it. A lot of people can’t seem to do it either. You see, I really think there’s this factor, this extra oomf, that can really help. It’s just a matter of me finding mine, I guess.
Some people were chosen. There’s this girl no older than me, this girl with the curliest blonde curls and the biggest, roundest eyes, and she’s already out on the business. And she gets things. People listen to her. And there are the Prodigies in the labs. Those kids are sorted out from all the others and just grow up with all that extra specialness. I heard that one of the heads of the departments was the first Prodigy, way back before I was born. I wish I was a prodigy.
Some people just worked. This one pair of grown-ups, they started out like me, but it didn’t take long for them to pile on the promotions. They went around generally kicking ass and making their way around the business. They worked hard and they fought hard and in the end, it paid off for the two of them. I guess they just did real good. That’s what everyone else does, everyone else meaning anyone who wasn’t born spouting calculus and the organic chemistry. That’s me. We’re all works in progress, I like to think.
Top of the heap, that’s where everyone wants to be! Man, if I were on top of the heap, I’d have the Boss’s Wife.
Title: Best
Characters: Unnamed Grunt. Talked about: Pearl, Giovanni, Domino, Butch/Cassidy, Professor ???
POV: Unnamed Grunt (A young fellow. Who could it be?)
Notes: Uhhh... Not sure what to say. Er, I drew a picture to go along! The story starts out as a simple thing where a boy has a crush on an older woman, but then it gets into more stuff.
I felt like writing a bit about rising up in the ranks. I had to shorten it quite a bit. I think I'll post the full version in my own journal maybe sometime.
The original version was a Rocket-inspired monologue I wrote for a theater friend. I liked it, so I turned it into a shortie. I think it still sounds like a monologue, a bit, sort of.
Either way, I hope you like the picture and the story.
Oh my God. The Boss just has to have the finest of everything, doesn’t he?
I mean, suits tailor-made from Italy, wine older than my gramps, sheets with a higher thread count than my paycheck…
Well, all that stuff’s damned nice, but oh my God, his wife. His wife.
That woman is woman times a million! She’s literally the sexiest thing on two legs. I just want to squeeze her. When I say she’s got a figure, I say she’s got a figure. Well, I could say huge tracts of land, but I mean that when she comes in the room you think you’re stuck in an avalanche. She’s luxury like a box of chocolates with silk ribbons and gold leaf and fancy paper and velvet lining the inside box. My God, put her next to a normal girl and it’s like parking a sleek, fat, luxury yacht next to a rowboat. Or putting the hugest sundae with the sweetest, iciest, ice cream in the world next to a twenty-five cent Popsicle.
And she’ll take the cigar out of her mouth and press the tip against her lip and exhale slowly, “Well, hi, boys.” And she does that in that way of hers, that way when her voice is like melted chocolate dripping down sweet and hot. It makes you melt right down through your pants. Just seeing her smirking at you makes you right horny.
Just say her name. Pearl. Pearl. If that doesn’t say anything about what she is I don’t know what does. She’s the finest. The finest, finest, finest. A raw, rare, natural pearl, like the kind they don’t even dare put in a museum ‘cause it’s just so damn fine. You crack open a million oysters and you don’t find her. You crack open the entire ocean and you don’t find her. ‘Cause the Boss’s already got her.
I’ll tell you what. You know those books where the paperboy falls in love with the Boss’s Daughter and they end up together? Screw the ‘Boss’s Daughter’ girl. Hell, he doesn’t even have a daughter, but you know what I’m talking about. I’m talking about that girl, who’s the Boss’s Daughter, and you fall in love with her because, although there’s major difference in social standing, you’re both like confused and hopeful teenyboppers and all. Well who cares about that. You might be able to connect with the adolescent Daughter, but it’s his wife that’s got The Stuff! The Boss’s Daughter is the representation of rising in rank. The Boss’s Wife is the representation of being on the top of the heap already. Besides, a girl less than half the Boss’s Wife’s age can’t prowl like that, all elegant and sexy and confident.
Think about it. The Boss, he just calls her up and he’s got the sweetest ass in the world in his hands. I’ve seen her running to his room, taking the stairs four at a time. And when he goes out, he’s got her on his arm, and I’ve seen how those powerful Feds and those Gov people look at him! Even his business associates, they’ve got wives and they make a point of cooperating and not fighting over each other’s stuff, but then the Boss goes in with that woman leaning on him…
In twilight between waking and dreaming, you see her. Everything you’ve ever wanted. And then when you see her again, you really do see everything you want, everything you want, right in front of your eyes. You can’t blame anyone for wanting her so bad.
Point is, everyone wants to be on top. And they do things that they wouldn’t normally do, just to get up there. I’ve never asked the Boss what he’s done to climb all the way up there, but I have a few educated guesses.
There are lots of ways to get up there. In science, you discover things and work hard. In politics, you blackmail people and work hard. But with the Boss, he’s born with it. Makes me wonder, what can us little people who weren’t kids that knew forty different languages do? But really, this is America! They say you work hard (and maybe save the Boss’s Daughter from a gang of kidnappers by the way), and you clamber all the way up to the top. It’s a great thought and a great idea, but I’ve been working hard and I’m still sweeping the bins. But then I see some people who come in and just start defying gravity, the way they whiz up like rockets. And this is the business where everyone has a chance. But I can’t seem to do it. A lot of people can’t seem to do it either. You see, I really think there’s this factor, this extra oomf, that can really help. It’s just a matter of me finding mine, I guess.
Some people were chosen. There’s this girl no older than me, this girl with the curliest blonde curls and the biggest, roundest eyes, and she’s already out on the business. And she gets things. People listen to her. And there are the Prodigies in the labs. Those kids are sorted out from all the others and just grow up with all that extra specialness. I heard that one of the heads of the departments was the first Prodigy, way back before I was born. I wish I was a prodigy.
Some people just worked. This one pair of grown-ups, they started out like me, but it didn’t take long for them to pile on the promotions. They went around generally kicking ass and making their way around the business. They worked hard and they fought hard and in the end, it paid off for the two of them. I guess they just did real good. That’s what everyone else does, everyone else meaning anyone who wasn’t born spouting calculus and the organic chemistry. That’s me. We’re all works in progress, I like to think.
Top of the heap, that’s where everyone wants to be! Man, if I were on top of the heap, I’d have the Boss’s Wife.