Post by Wyziner on Nov 17, 2012 5:23:29 GMT -5
Wyziner stands by the hotel night stand, he's barely visible. His upper body glistens in the dim of a nearby lamp, as beads of sweat run down his face. He uses his hand to slick back his hair, it's ruffled and wiry from his struggle. He kneels down and pulls on his pants one leg at a time, and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few hundred dollars and tosses the bills onto the night stand. A soft voice, thick and eastern European, calls to him from the bed.
"Bryan...."
She sits in the bed on the covered neatly be the damp linen sheets, her long blond hair is in disarray and falls over her thin features, covering her face. She looks up to him with wildness in her eyes, satisfied, but needy; there is lust in her voice as she calls to him again.
"Bryan...won't you stay for little while longer?"
Wyziner looks at her with quite disdain, and takes a lunch-bag of pills from the nightstand, he puts three of them into his mouth, and uses the remnants of a nearly empty bottle of Tanqueray 10TM to wash them down. He licks his lips and looking back to her responds curtly.
"I can't afford you're rates."
"A man like you, I'd be with free of charge."
Wyziner reaches into his pants pocket and takes out a cigarette case. He lights one and smokes it. He walks to the far side of the room, and taking up his shirt he begins to fasten it on. He tries to charm her.
"I already have too many vices; if I take you on I'll never get anything done. Shit, as it is I spend to much time doing lines, and drinking booze, not enough time in the gym. You're a beautiful women, I'm sure there are men who would throw their lives away to be with you."
"Bryan, I have no taste for them. I don't want this life forever. I want man of culture, someone who knows how to treat me. I want man who has nice things. When I came to this country, I never thought I would sell myself for money, I had dream of finer things. You are good man, If I could have you, things would be different. Stay with me."
"Natasha stop it, I can't be with you. Having you for a night or two is fun, but I can do this full time."
She becomes angry.
"It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! Is a whore no good for you? Because I'm not model or actress, you can't see me when the sun is up? You're the same as the rest. Politicians, businessmen, lawyers, you use me for cheap thrill, and then leave me like trash."
"That's not it at all. You know I don't judge you that way. I have to focus on my work, I travel to often to settle down with anyone. Just think of what will happen if we were to do such a thing; us together, doing drugs at Hollywood parties, getting wasted, spending money with reckless abandon, passing the time away with incessant fucking! I have responsibilities damn it, I have a job, it's simply an impossible lifestyle! I'd be just like him, just like my fucking fathe...I can't, I already have to many vices."
He lowers his head, then takes another drag of the cigarette.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out another couple of hundreds, and puts them on the night stand.
"Buy yourself something nice. It's probably better if we don't see each other for a while; once I've been back to work for a while, and I can get the promoters of my back, I'll call you."
"Fine, leave then, when tire of half living your dull life, crawl back to me."
The scene ends with Wyziner taking his coat and leaving the room.
"Bryan...."
She sits in the bed on the covered neatly be the damp linen sheets, her long blond hair is in disarray and falls over her thin features, covering her face. She looks up to him with wildness in her eyes, satisfied, but needy; there is lust in her voice as she calls to him again.
"Bryan...won't you stay for little while longer?"
Wyziner looks at her with quite disdain, and takes a lunch-bag of pills from the nightstand, he puts three of them into his mouth, and uses the remnants of a nearly empty bottle of Tanqueray 10TM to wash them down. He licks his lips and looking back to her responds curtly.
"I can't afford you're rates."
"A man like you, I'd be with free of charge."
Wyziner reaches into his pants pocket and takes out a cigarette case. He lights one and smokes it. He walks to the far side of the room, and taking up his shirt he begins to fasten it on. He tries to charm her.
"I already have too many vices; if I take you on I'll never get anything done. Shit, as it is I spend to much time doing lines, and drinking booze, not enough time in the gym. You're a beautiful women, I'm sure there are men who would throw their lives away to be with you."
"Bryan, I have no taste for them. I don't want this life forever. I want man of culture, someone who knows how to treat me. I want man who has nice things. When I came to this country, I never thought I would sell myself for money, I had dream of finer things. You are good man, If I could have you, things would be different. Stay with me."
"Natasha stop it, I can't be with you. Having you for a night or two is fun, but I can do this full time."
She becomes angry.
"It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! Is a whore no good for you? Because I'm not model or actress, you can't see me when the sun is up? You're the same as the rest. Politicians, businessmen, lawyers, you use me for cheap thrill, and then leave me like trash."
"That's not it at all. You know I don't judge you that way. I have to focus on my work, I travel to often to settle down with anyone. Just think of what will happen if we were to do such a thing; us together, doing drugs at Hollywood parties, getting wasted, spending money with reckless abandon, passing the time away with incessant fucking! I have responsibilities damn it, I have a job, it's simply an impossible lifestyle! I'd be just like him, just like my fucking fathe...I can't, I already have to many vices."
He lowers his head, then takes another drag of the cigarette.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out another couple of hundreds, and puts them on the night stand.
"Buy yourself something nice. It's probably better if we don't see each other for a while; once I've been back to work for a while, and I can get the promoters of my back, I'll call you."
"Fine, leave then, when tire of half living your dull life, crawl back to me."
The scene ends with Wyziner taking his coat and leaving the room.