Creamsicle #1 Honor
Author: Lintels
Challenge: #1 Honor (Creamsicle)
Word Count: 1,624
Rating: R for uh, sexual innuendos and Ashley’s face is still ruined.
Story: Lost Cause
Summary: Hotel adventures at 4 in the morning.
Notes: lots of implying here.
“You can stop leading me around now.”
“I’m not.” Damien gave Ashley a shove where she lost her way and found herself hugging the corner of the bed. “Get up.” He snapped his fingers at her. She looked over at his hand that was twirling a finger in the air to say ‘hurry it up’. She forced her way up to her feet. Again, he took her by the arm but this time it wasn’t as firm. He led her to the small area with a sink and a mirror next to the bathroom.
The glimpse she caught of herself was horrific. She didn’t imagine it being that bad. Her face had spots of dried blood that was being washed away with a rag. Her scars weren’t big but they were obvious, just here and there, so many of them. That’s what got to her. She closed her eyes after seeing the white cloth turn red against her forehead.
“Don’t pass out on me, now.” He gave her cheek a tap with the cloth clenched in hand. “You hear me? Are you high right now?” He threw the rag to the counter and quickly forced one of her eyes open to which she flinched.
“It’s been hours since I’ve done anything.” She batted his hand away and took the rag to herself, looking straight into the mirror.
“What are you on? Were on?” He leaned on the counter next to her, watching her in the mirror.
“You don’t want me to answer that.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right. But let’s say hypothetically I took you to the nearest hospital and dropped your ass there.” She stopped cleaning her face for a moment. “Would you feel like telling me then?” She swallowed hard in her dry mouth, sighed and put the rag in the sink.
She stepped back and laughed to herself. He took his hands from the counter and leaned up against the wall, glaring at her.
“I don’t really remember. Pills. Weed. Whatever. I do it all. There’s no need to keep track.”
“Look at you,” He reached over and grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look into the mirror again. Her eye was starting to blacken. Her nose had a tear in it. There was a cut under her purple hairline that made it look like someone could easily just pull back her scalp. “You see this shit!?” He put a hand under her chin and pushed her closer to the reflection. “You’re gonna kill yourself before you get anywhere.” She whimpered in his grasp, fumbling her hands on the edge of the sink. He pulled her back and let go of her, to let her stand there alone as walked over to the bed.
“What do you want? You want me to quit? Like right now. I’ll just quit everything I’ve been doing. That’d be great for everyone else, wouldn’t it? I should stop being myself so everyone else can be happy.” Damien shrugged at her ill-informed rant.
“I want you to shut up. Cause you’re not even listening to yourself.” He fell on the bed, tired of bothering with her. He figured he’d get to her eventually, or someone else would. It was getting too late now.
She stood there, feeling defeated with her hands on her hips. He reached over and pulled her into bed, though she was reluctant at first.
“Is this how you get all women into bed?” She was already back to joking.
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” He shut his eyes and she shut hers.
But she couldn’t sleep. As exhausted as she was, she was extremely amped up. She always had these contradicting feelings. If she got up slow, it would still be too fast. So, she did spend about an hour laying there next to someone who was making sleep look envious. And a big clock on the nightstand with blaring red numbers letting her know how late it was.
At around four-thirty she couldn’t take it anymore. Damien was sound asleep, making it safe for her to get out of bed and escape the room.
She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could. It snapped shut and she realized she didn’t have a key to get back in. She scoffed and hit her head against the wall. Shutting her eyes for a second to think about what she was doing. There was no one around but she could hear TV’s from other rooms, laughter in others, and cars outside on the highway. She walked over to the large window at the end of the hallway. There was railing around it that she held on to, while getting as close as she possibly could to see through the tint. Everything outside was lit up. She pulled away from it when it reminded her of going out. She walked away, thinking about how she had to wait to be outside again.
As tight as the new chain was around her, it wasn’t enough to keep her held back. She put herself in the elevator and wend down to the lobby. The doors opened to reveal a terrible looking potted plant and white plastered walls amongst windows to the outside streets. Ashley walked out and turned the corner to find the bar. She passed by the couch she had fell on earlier, running her hand across the back of it.
Up ahead she saw the bar, with an oh so familiar face sitting there with some blonde woman next to him. A smile grew on her face. It was the man from before, Wren Wright. He was another comic that she hadn’t met before but had seen everywhere. Ashley had always been a comedy junkie and Wren had been running the circuit for years now. Only now he was picking up more fame, which is why it was odd that he’d be in a hotel lobby at 4 something in the morning, just sitting there, talking to some tall skanky blonde.
That’s when the smile disappeared from Ashley’s lips. She had stopped at the end of the couch now and was just staring at the two of them. About ten percent of it was probably her being star struck and the rest, was complete horror. She watched the tall blonde woman get up from her bar stool as she took something from Wren’s shirt pocket before walking away to the elevator. She didn’t notice Ashley and didn’t care. She was on the job. But as soon as the tall figure was out of the way, Wren was given a clear view of some punkish looking girl who could’ve passed for a teenager. That purple hair with her defeated, scarred up face with clothing that looked like it could possibly have been taken from a bum. And her expression, the only same one she had anytime she wasn’t laughing, that wrote ‘I don’t give a fuck’ for everyone to read in her eyes.
“Should I ask what happened to you?” He got up and walked over to Ashley while looking around the corner to see which way his floozy had gone. But he made sure to draw his attention to the younger girl after.
“Do you really want to hear about this?” She pointed to her face with a smirk.
“Are you kidding? You look like you got mauled.” He put his hands on his hips and he was suddenly standing a lot closer to her. “Seriously, what happened?”
“I got attacked by a crackhead.” He laughed before realizing she was serious. He made an ‘oh’ sound and folded his arms.
“I’m Wren, by the way.”
“I know who you are.”
“That’s funny, I don’t know who you are.” Normally, that was the kind of thing that would hurt her, but not coming from him.
“Ashley Lynn.” There was a small awkward silence between them. “What kind of name is Wren anyways?”
“It’s a bird.”
“You were named after a bird?”
“You don’t want to hear this.” He said with a laugh, and shook his head.
“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”
“Sounds like a plan.” He motioned for her to walk back to the elevator but she hesitated.
“What about your friend?” He took a step back from her, folding his arms again. They were both slightly nervous for some reason. Something about meeting new people that you have too much in common with. That’s the way Ashley thought of it.
He rolled his eyes at her. He had to tell her, though. It was all so obvious and she already knew.
“That’d definitely not my friend.”
“So are you alone?”
“Considering she already took my money, yes.”
About two hours later, Ashley found herself crawling out of yet another bed. Wren waved her away from under the sheets where he was half asleep. She casually got dressed and went to the bathroom before leaving. She walked back to the other room where Damien was already awake, getting ready to leave.
“Took off, huh?” Damien didn’t even look at her when he spoke. He just kept getting dressed while looking in the mirror.
“That’s me.”
“Tell me. Did you honor your elders?” He turned to look at her with an evil smile. He’d always have the perfect thing to say that would get right under her skin.
She sat down on the bed, sighing to herself, waiting to get out of L.A.
Challenge: #1 Honor (Creamsicle)
Word Count: 1,624
Rating: R for uh, sexual innuendos and Ashley’s face is still ruined.
Story: Lost Cause
Summary: Hotel adventures at 4 in the morning.
Notes: lots of implying here.
“You can stop leading me around now.”
“I’m not.” Damien gave Ashley a shove where she lost her way and found herself hugging the corner of the bed. “Get up.” He snapped his fingers at her. She looked over at his hand that was twirling a finger in the air to say ‘hurry it up’. She forced her way up to her feet. Again, he took her by the arm but this time it wasn’t as firm. He led her to the small area with a sink and a mirror next to the bathroom.
The glimpse she caught of herself was horrific. She didn’t imagine it being that bad. Her face had spots of dried blood that was being washed away with a rag. Her scars weren’t big but they were obvious, just here and there, so many of them. That’s what got to her. She closed her eyes after seeing the white cloth turn red against her forehead.
“Don’t pass out on me, now.” He gave her cheek a tap with the cloth clenched in hand. “You hear me? Are you high right now?” He threw the rag to the counter and quickly forced one of her eyes open to which she flinched.
“It’s been hours since I’ve done anything.” She batted his hand away and took the rag to herself, looking straight into the mirror.
“What are you on? Were on?” He leaned on the counter next to her, watching her in the mirror.
“You don’t want me to answer that.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right. But let’s say hypothetically I took you to the nearest hospital and dropped your ass there.” She stopped cleaning her face for a moment. “Would you feel like telling me then?” She swallowed hard in her dry mouth, sighed and put the rag in the sink.
She stepped back and laughed to herself. He took his hands from the counter and leaned up against the wall, glaring at her.
“I don’t really remember. Pills. Weed. Whatever. I do it all. There’s no need to keep track.”
“Look at you,” He reached over and grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look into the mirror again. Her eye was starting to blacken. Her nose had a tear in it. There was a cut under her purple hairline that made it look like someone could easily just pull back her scalp. “You see this shit!?” He put a hand under her chin and pushed her closer to the reflection. “You’re gonna kill yourself before you get anywhere.” She whimpered in his grasp, fumbling her hands on the edge of the sink. He pulled her back and let go of her, to let her stand there alone as walked over to the bed.
“What do you want? You want me to quit? Like right now. I’ll just quit everything I’ve been doing. That’d be great for everyone else, wouldn’t it? I should stop being myself so everyone else can be happy.” Damien shrugged at her ill-informed rant.
“I want you to shut up. Cause you’re not even listening to yourself.” He fell on the bed, tired of bothering with her. He figured he’d get to her eventually, or someone else would. It was getting too late now.
She stood there, feeling defeated with her hands on her hips. He reached over and pulled her into bed, though she was reluctant at first.
“Is this how you get all women into bed?” She was already back to joking.
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” He shut his eyes and she shut hers.
But she couldn’t sleep. As exhausted as she was, she was extremely amped up. She always had these contradicting feelings. If she got up slow, it would still be too fast. So, she did spend about an hour laying there next to someone who was making sleep look envious. And a big clock on the nightstand with blaring red numbers letting her know how late it was.
At around four-thirty she couldn’t take it anymore. Damien was sound asleep, making it safe for her to get out of bed and escape the room.
She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could. It snapped shut and she realized she didn’t have a key to get back in. She scoffed and hit her head against the wall. Shutting her eyes for a second to think about what she was doing. There was no one around but she could hear TV’s from other rooms, laughter in others, and cars outside on the highway. She walked over to the large window at the end of the hallway. There was railing around it that she held on to, while getting as close as she possibly could to see through the tint. Everything outside was lit up. She pulled away from it when it reminded her of going out. She walked away, thinking about how she had to wait to be outside again.
As tight as the new chain was around her, it wasn’t enough to keep her held back. She put herself in the elevator and wend down to the lobby. The doors opened to reveal a terrible looking potted plant and white plastered walls amongst windows to the outside streets. Ashley walked out and turned the corner to find the bar. She passed by the couch she had fell on earlier, running her hand across the back of it.
Up ahead she saw the bar, with an oh so familiar face sitting there with some blonde woman next to him. A smile grew on her face. It was the man from before, Wren Wright. He was another comic that she hadn’t met before but had seen everywhere. Ashley had always been a comedy junkie and Wren had been running the circuit for years now. Only now he was picking up more fame, which is why it was odd that he’d be in a hotel lobby at 4 something in the morning, just sitting there, talking to some tall skanky blonde.
That’s when the smile disappeared from Ashley’s lips. She had stopped at the end of the couch now and was just staring at the two of them. About ten percent of it was probably her being star struck and the rest, was complete horror. She watched the tall blonde woman get up from her bar stool as she took something from Wren’s shirt pocket before walking away to the elevator. She didn’t notice Ashley and didn’t care. She was on the job. But as soon as the tall figure was out of the way, Wren was given a clear view of some punkish looking girl who could’ve passed for a teenager. That purple hair with her defeated, scarred up face with clothing that looked like it could possibly have been taken from a bum. And her expression, the only same one she had anytime she wasn’t laughing, that wrote ‘I don’t give a fuck’ for everyone to read in her eyes.
“Should I ask what happened to you?” He got up and walked over to Ashley while looking around the corner to see which way his floozy had gone. But he made sure to draw his attention to the younger girl after.
“Do you really want to hear about this?” She pointed to her face with a smirk.
“Are you kidding? You look like you got mauled.” He put his hands on his hips and he was suddenly standing a lot closer to her. “Seriously, what happened?”
“I got attacked by a crackhead.” He laughed before realizing she was serious. He made an ‘oh’ sound and folded his arms.
“I’m Wren, by the way.”
“I know who you are.”
“That’s funny, I don’t know who you are.” Normally, that was the kind of thing that would hurt her, but not coming from him.
“Ashley Lynn.” There was a small awkward silence between them. “What kind of name is Wren anyways?”
“It’s a bird.”
“You were named after a bird?”
“You don’t want to hear this.” He said with a laugh, and shook his head.
“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”
“Sounds like a plan.” He motioned for her to walk back to the elevator but she hesitated.
“What about your friend?” He took a step back from her, folding his arms again. They were both slightly nervous for some reason. Something about meeting new people that you have too much in common with. That’s the way Ashley thought of it.
He rolled his eyes at her. He had to tell her, though. It was all so obvious and she already knew.
“That’d definitely not my friend.”
“So are you alone?”
“Considering she already took my money, yes.”
About two hours later, Ashley found herself crawling out of yet another bed. Wren waved her away from under the sheets where he was half asleep. She casually got dressed and went to the bathroom before leaving. She walked back to the other room where Damien was already awake, getting ready to leave.
“Took off, huh?” Damien didn’t even look at her when he spoke. He just kept getting dressed while looking in the mirror.
“That’s me.”
“Tell me. Did you honor your elders?” He turned to look at her with an evil smile. He’d always have the perfect thing to say that would get right under her skin.
She sat down on the bed, sighing to herself, waiting to get out of L.A.