The Middleman | ongoing

10 | am i not even good enough for the matrix

10 | am i not even good enough for the matrix

Song: 3:16am by Jhené Aiko

Depicted Above: Tsai Chin as Marnie Peters

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Needing a break from the noise due to my headache and also feeling made a mockery of with the excitement and happiness exuding off the dance floor, I hauled my sorry ass to the door. I wanted to be alone, and so I decided to exit out the back door of the club.

Customers and clubgoers weren't really allowed to use that door, but knowing my relationship with Marnie and Marty I didn't think much of it.

Not to mention I was wasted and could honestly not give a fuck.

I hobbled off on course to the back entrance passing by the many booths and tables. Most of them were abandoned as the party honestly was on the dance floor.

As I passed by empty vacant seats and booths, I noticed one booth dimly lit all the way in the back. I squinted as I got closer. I saw a familiar figure. Not like the one I thought I had witnessed earlier in the club, but nonetheless he was very familiar.

Closing the gap, I finally caught a glimpse of the person's face. More specifically his face.

Standing in front of me was Morpheus?

In shock I stumbled forward in order to get a better examination of his face and ended up spilling onto Morpheus. As I fell onto Morpheus dazed, I drawled out, "Am I in the Matrix?"

The guy snorted humorously but pushed me off him. My words had amused him, but my fall on him most definitely did not. In disgust, his two arms moved my body away, and I fell.

Clunk.

My shit-faced drunk self was on something hard. Very hard.

I felt around trying to figure out if this was some Matrix type shit I had entered, or if I was dreaming. I couldn't remember if this was a part of the movie or not. I had watched it so long ago I barely even remembered it.

Floor.

I was on floor. I was relieved at first, but then my mood took a swing, and I felt sad that I wasn't in a cool dream or in the Matrix.

"What the hell, am I not even good enough for the Matrix?" I rubbed my head, eyes squinted and upper half of my body off the club floor and taking in the surroundings of Morpheus and the booth.

"Leia, are you okay?"

I jerked my head across the booth to see a familiar face, but the lighting was still much too dim, and he was hidden by the casted shadows on his face.

I'd settled on calling the owner of the pleasant voice Neo.

His voice was tinged with an expression of concern, but I was drunk off my ass maybe I interpreted everything wrong. Plus, even if I did know this Neo, he probably didn't even know me. Sure he might know of me, hence the addressing me by my name, but that was probably as far as he knew and cared about. But there was an emotion of concern in his voice? What was that? Why would he even care? Was I Trinity? My mouth gaped as I took in my predicament. Maybe I was in the Matrix after all?

I stared long and hard at my arms.

Nope. Still brown. Not Trinity. I may have been drunk, but I was not tripping acid.

"Neo?" My secret nickname had just flown out of my mouth.

"What is going on? Is this how you conduct business professionally?" Morpheus looked annoyed staring at my sprawled body on the floor, drinking in every inch of this situation.

"N-no, sir. I promise I'll take care of this. She was just providing me important information on the contact." Neo was bullshitting. I knew Neo well enough to know he was bullshitting.

But how did I know Neo? It was bugging me. I just needed to see his stupid face. I was too drunk to figure it out without my eyes.

"We'll discuss and finish up business later. I'm counting on you. I've heard nothing but praises from those recommending your services." Morpheus guy took one more disgusted look at me and swiftly left the booth exiting from the back.

I snapped my head around after he had opened the door and was out of sight. What I was faced with was a Carter Quinn facing me.

"Carter Quinn?"

He simply cracked a crooked smile at me.

"You are so beyond wasted."

He was right. I was pissed drunk. But I wouldn't admit that. At least not now. Maybe later when I'd be dealing with a bitchin' hangover. He could probably smell the alcohol on me a mile away.

You didn't need a bloodhound to smell the hammered coming off me.

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a/n: Tsai Chin as Marnie Peters.

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