"Another day another dollar." these were the word that rolled throught his head and he made for the exit of some lavish room of a hotel with a name that he couldn't remember. the words sounded hollow and impotent as they made their way past sighing lips. He unclenched a still sore right hand, releasing the grip on a knife that blonged to a kitchen set and tossed the tool on a couch as he passed. goves were removed and he made mental note of what, on his person, was in need of deep cleaning if not all together burning. the aforementioned gloves were certainly meant for an incerated end given their current soaking state. most of the cheap, yet suprisingly uninteresting suit that he was wearing was to be given the same firey fate. "I go throught so many clothes." it was then while that thought was happening that he made the hall and shut the door, quietly. upon turning he found her. she was like a good scotch, the kick was in all the right places, and the after taste could linger for days if you let it. wearing a white, backless evening dress, a loose red scarf tied at her waist that reminded him of the scene that he just created and then left for some poor bastard to get paid too well to clean up, she was perfectly framed by the flowered wall paper that adorned the hall that was his only exit. "i thought i'd find you here." Her tone said that she wasn't suprised, but the eye's told that she was hoping she would be. "be happy that you didn't find me in there." he made a move to get by her but the angel, and she would never be confused for anything else, cornered him. stuck, he could feel his apparell, already filled to the brim with so many foul things, soak up her smell. "i've got to get out of here," he said, not really wanting to be anywhere but here, caught between the wall and his goddess.
"i know a place..."
