By the time 7 o'clock came around Kandie was ready. It was freezing cold, but the alcohol blanket was starting to take shape around her. She stashed the rest of her Boston's in the bushes behind Jorrie Rae's and made her way down Mercy. After seeing nothing promising in the parking garage she caught eyes with the doorman at Wilshire Tower. From that point on she knew what she had to do. She got straight to the point with him. His tired, hesitant manner only made it more satisfying for her. The doorman claimed he was watching someone's cart and should probably stay with it. After inching closer and closer Kandie could see the quivering wrinkles in his forehead as she reached for her 5th button. He couldn't resist. She moved him into the bathroom down the hall and locked the door behind her. He didn't have to do much. Kandie seemed to always be willing to take care of everything for her men. Just when it seemed like things were finished the lights went out, the fan went off, and suddenly everything was quiet. This didn't stop Kandie from continuing. The doorman, however, stopped abruptly and walked out of the bathroom. Kandie took this personally.
Kandie made her way outside only to realize that the whole town was out of power. She meandered her way across the street to Last Stop. She went to the side of the bar and sat on the rotting wooden bench that was thrown next to the service road. The darkness was going to make eating an adventure for Kandie tonight. She pulled out her foil pouch and began to eat. She never knew what she was going to get. None of it was more than a week old, but not being able to see it made it less appetizing. A bight of chicken fried steak followed by key lime pie, then rice that had mixed with the creamed corn.
Kandie was getting cold and starting to sober up. As she passed by the Wilshire Tower to go back to her stash at Jorrie Rae's the doorman came calling after her. He wanted more. This is where Kandie takes advantage of her men. After five minutes the doorman agreed to buy her a new handle of Boston's and let her stay the night at his place. By 11 o'clock she was drunk again. This time the doorman was too. He followed Kandie all the way down Mercy, onto Katz, and into the Royal Motel. As usual room #12 was vacant and unlocked. Kandie loved this room. It had no windows or curtains, but it was free. Only very few dare go in this room. After kicking away the clothes on the bed from another's stay, Kandie continued where she left off in the bathroom. Then, once again, when things were finishing up, the two heard a loud scream. Even Kandie stopped to satisfy her curiosity. There lay a figure in the middle of Katz Ave. with a gray van stopped right in front of it. The night continued like every other night. Sleeting rain banging against the tin roof filled the background noise. The doorman lived up to his agreement with Kandie and took her back to his place in Wilshire Tower for the night. Kandie was once again gone before he woke up the next morning.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Introduction (Finally)
It started like any other morning for Kandie. Only minutes after the dreary daylight beamed through the window she slipped her way out of the bed she happened to find herself in that morning. She threw on her clothes, only able to button her shirt half the way (the top 4 buttons are gone). She quickly made her way around to the disgusting kitchen. She added whatever scraps she could find to her foil pouch. This was Kandie's breakfast every morning. She quickly glanced at the other figure in the bed to ensure that he was still asleep. Then she left. That was Kandie's number one rule: always leave before he wakes up.
Today was a good day for Kandie. She stumbled out of her hostess building, teeth shatering from the wind penetrating her fish net skirt, and glared up and down the street. Which way was the Diner? That was the only thing Kandie cared about each morning. She was not far this morning. After tilting her head sideways to read the falling street sign, Kandie made her way down Back St. towards the alley. It was like any other walk for her- underdressed and cold, the freezing wind blew her brown frizzy hair uncontrollably as she held down her skirt with her foil pouch. She didn't care. She only wanted to get to the Diner. As she hurriedly walked down the alley, she noticed the usuals still asleep next to D&D. Kandie loved this time of day. It was silent. She was alone. It was the only time she had to herself. Left on Mercy and a short walk brought Kandie to Jorri Rae's Diner.
The next 12 hours of Kandie's day are spent here. Her first hour or two are spent sitting at a table catching up on sleep. No one minds since the diner is rarely crouded. She replaces her fish net skirt with jeans she keeps at the restaurant and throws on her Jorrie Rae Diner t-shirt. By the time 2 o'clock comes around Kandie stops trying to be cheerful and nice. At 4 o'clock she starts collecting. Today is a good day-someone decided not to finish their chicken fried steak and left half of an apple pie. It all goes in her foil pouch for later. By 6 o'clock all Kandie can think of is the handle of Bostons that awaits her after work. She switches back into her fish net skirt and takes off her Diner t-shirt. By 6:30 she is drunk for the first time that night.
Today was a good day for Kandie. She stumbled out of her hostess building, teeth shatering from the wind penetrating her fish net skirt, and glared up and down the street. Which way was the Diner? That was the only thing Kandie cared about each morning. She was not far this morning. After tilting her head sideways to read the falling street sign, Kandie made her way down Back St. towards the alley. It was like any other walk for her- underdressed and cold, the freezing wind blew her brown frizzy hair uncontrollably as she held down her skirt with her foil pouch. She didn't care. She only wanted to get to the Diner. As she hurriedly walked down the alley, she noticed the usuals still asleep next to D&D. Kandie loved this time of day. It was silent. She was alone. It was the only time she had to herself. Left on Mercy and a short walk brought Kandie to Jorri Rae's Diner.
The next 12 hours of Kandie's day are spent here. Her first hour or two are spent sitting at a table catching up on sleep. No one minds since the diner is rarely crouded. She replaces her fish net skirt with jeans she keeps at the restaurant and throws on her Jorrie Rae Diner t-shirt. By the time 2 o'clock comes around Kandie stops trying to be cheerful and nice. At 4 o'clock she starts collecting. Today is a good day-someone decided not to finish their chicken fried steak and left half of an apple pie. It all goes in her foil pouch for later. By 6 o'clock all Kandie can think of is the handle of Bostons that awaits her after work. She switches back into her fish net skirt and takes off her Diner t-shirt. By 6:30 she is drunk for the first time that night.
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