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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Valentine's Day 1993
Bill was just about to leave his penthouse when the phone rang upstairs. Quickly, he took two steps at a time up the wrought iron spiral staircase and hastily grabbed the phone. It was Alma on the other end of the line thanking him for the dozen red rose vase bouquets that he had delivered to her apartment.
"Is it overkill?" He asked.
"Yes," Alma laughed. "But they are all very pretty." She said touching the soft velvety petals of a rose before her.
"I'll miss you tonight."
"Me too. But we'll see each other in a couple of days..."
Bill smiled at the thought. "Uh, I was just heading out but-"
"No. I'll let you go. I have to do the same. We have a show tonight at the shop."
"Right," he sighed. "I love you."
"I love you too." click.
...
Bill arrived at Trigger Finger XXX early that day since he wasn't staying as late as he usually would that night. He had just finished eating a good sizable steak with a side of fries and sauteed asparagus that Bianca had gifted him. She had the kitchen staff prepare it for him making no fuss of it so that he could eat and enjoy it alone in the office. She knew he'd prefer it that way. He had almost forgotten to give her a gift but when leaving the gym he had stopped by a small chocolatier shop close by to grab her a box of intricate chocolates on a whim. One year she had even given him a bouquet of white roses which he found a little weird but deep down it did feel a little nice to receive. He wasn't a great gift giver himself, it was just easier to hand money off than make decisions about what someone would like. Of course, with Alma, he made a little more effort but she never complained about the money either.
Eventually, he found himself down below in the designated VIP booth he sat at every night. Everyone seemed to be in a loving mood. Quite a few times flower delivery men had come to his club to drop off bouquets to a few girls and he could see all the girls checking them out silently competing over who had the biggest prettiest one. Had they known Alma would have been the winner. Tommy had stopped by his booth, he had just personally delivered pink roses and a large teddy bear that had shiny pink foil heart-shaped balloons attached to it to Bambi. They shook hands and Bill offered him a drink while he was already waving a bartender over before he could happily accept as he slid into the booth. They spoke a bit about Tommy's cubicle job and house hunting over drinks until the conversation fell back on the celebrations of the day.
"Bambi seemed to really love the gift you brought," Bill said.
"Ah, thanks she really likes that kind of stuff. I mean girls you know," he lightly shrugged. "Uh did you get your wife something? Sorry, I can't recall her name?"
"My girlfriend, Alma. Yeah, I got her roses." He nodded.
"Oh, sorry I wasn't sure whether-"
"Don't sweat it," he said, picking up his drink for a sip. In the back of his mind, he knew he probably should and would marry her. However, the thought of asking her the question made him so dreadfully anxious. Worried that she would say no even if most likely she wouldn't. But what if she did? She could be very stubborn.
