1989: a story of two misfit kids from mid-west america making it big in the big apple. and in the true sense of the american dream they find themselves in a life of sex, money, drugs, and a little rock n roll too.
warnings: adult content, mature rea...
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January 1993
Bill woke up and sat upright on one of the royal blue loft couches he was slouched on. The smell of cigarette smoke was stale and lingering in the room. His neck was stiff and his head pounded. He didn't dare open his eyes yet not ready to face the reality of his consequential drinking. As he straightened up, he felt a weight on his lap and stiffened. That's when he slowly opened his eyes and saw Dream. She had her head in his lap facing away and still curled into herself asleep with her dress skirt over her hips and lace underwear on display. Slowly he checked his belt and his pants zipper which were both still secured but speckled with glitter and he sighed to himself in relief. He couldn't say the same about his black button-down shirt that was halfway open to his sternum revealing his bare chest. Before leaving his house last night, he knew for certain he had put on a white tank top underneath.
He looked out across the loft and saw the other people who had crashed there. Queenie and Keiko were on the couch across from him in each other's arms and on the floor next to them was Simion who had his head nestled on Payday's bare breasts which seemed to have slipped out from her tight tube dress. His brows furrowed in confusion. He scanned the room to see others scattered around who looked familiar. Some were VIP customers, the others were his dancers, and a few of his kitchen staff. Then he looked to his left and saw a senator with his shirt off showing his old gray chest hairs who crashed in his office chair precariously leaning forward.
"The fuck..." Bill said under his breath, shocked to see him there. Usually, men of his caliber liked to leave discreetly without anyone being the wiser.
He took his hand that was draped across the back of the couch, rubbed his sleep-crusted eyes, and took another look at the senator. The desk he sat behind was littered with drink glasses and lines of cocaine. It was very silent in his corner, the only snoring coming from someone by the door and Simion. He became worried and panic started to build up inside him fearing that the man had shuffled off this mortal coil. The senator's body slumped again, his nose close to touching the desk, and then his body jerked back and the grunt that came out of the man sounded almost like a pig's snort.
Bill took a deep breath and shook his head. The urge to get out of the loft suddenly consumed him. With a grimace, he gently lifted Dream's head from his lap and slid his hip out from under her. She hardly stirred but as soon as he felt free he unceremoniously dropped her head on the couch causing her to let out an irritated moan but remained asleep. He stepped over hands and legs just to get to the door. Slowly he opened it enough to slip his body through and quickly descended the stairs. He paused at the bottom as his hangover smacked him and took hold of his body. Dizzy and panting from just simply going down the steps a sheen of sweat broke across his upper lip and oily forehead. Taking hold of the handrail he slowly took a seat on the bottom step and leaned back and closed his eyes.
He couldn't remember the last time he had felt out of sorts after a night of binge drinking. His head was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. After taking several deep breaths through his nose and slowly exhaling from his dry mouth he slowly rose to his feet. He sluggishly walked behind the bar, filled a glass full of water, and chugged it down. It aided some sweet reprieve even if he was breathless after getting it down. He filled another and drank it down with the same haste. As he left another full glass awaiting him on the bar top he looked behind him scouring the liquor shelf for a bottle of Rumplemintz. Finally retrieving it, he held the bottle an inch above his open mouth and swished the peppermint liquor to freshen it up before spitting it into a trash can.
