That night Victor lay awake in bed, restless, mind full of busy thoughts. He flipped the card around in his fingers, studying the insignia, which seemed to glow in the moonlight spilling in from the hostel window. By the time he finally did fall asleep, it was as though the insignia had been imprinted on the inside of his eyelids. The elegant figure, it’s swooping curves leading his eye, until he realized he was no longer looking at the intricate design, but at Katherine… this…. mysterious, intriguing and elegant woman. This… headache. Victor knew he was in this for the wrong things, it was supposed to be about the money, about getting back home. But at this point, all he wanted was to impress this pretty young thing.
When Sullivan finally awoke, he’d overslept. He still felt exhausted… the heat from the sun beaming through the open window didn’t help either. His head pounded as he popped open a cool can of beer from the mini fridge, and took a hearty swig.
“Well… I guess I’d better get to work.” He thought to himself as he left a little money on his nightstand for the room keeper to collect. It was an insufficient amount, but Victor couldn’t afford to waste the last of his money on such minimal accommodations. He packed his small duffel bag and left the hostel, shielding his eyes from the noonday sun.
“How the hell am I supposed to get out of this goddamn sandbox?” He looked up and down the street as if there would be a street sign with his name on it at one of the corners. He started to walk forward, when a whinnying horse caught his attention. He turned to see a simple carriage, pulled by a white horse. There were plenty of carriages on the streets at this time of day, so this hardly seemed unusual to Sullivan, until he noticed the blue insignia — the one that plagued his dreams the night before — tattooed on the horse’s flank. Victor slowly approached the chauffeur, who eyed him condescendingly, until Victor thought to show him the card Marlowe had given him.
As soon as the driver saw the insignia, his attitude towards Sullivan did a complete one-eighty. He hopped down from the carriage and opened the door to the car for Victor, urging him inside to his seat. A perspiring bottle of ginger ale sat invitingly on the table in the center of the cart, and as the driver got the horse moving to wherever their destination was, Sully wasted no time in popping the cork on that bottle. As he took a long draw from the bottle, he suddenly realized he was not alone in the cart. Katherine leaned forward from the shadows, occupying the seat across from him. She smiled warmly, and Sully was more than happy to see a familiar face on this otherwise confusing afternoon.
“We really should stop meeting like this, hon. So where are you taking me for our second date?”
Marlowe was usually the type to make sure that she was sleeping well and early as to get in her ‘beauty’ sleep… as they call it… though she only slept that early because it meant she would be up early enough to begin the day before everyone else.
However this last night had been a little different, the humidity had irritated her all night even with the air condition on high ( At least that is what she blamed it on) otherwise she had inelegantly twisted and turned the whole night long - something that was extremely un-befitting of her.
The next morning had been a later one, due to the fact that she had slept in the rough… which had caused her to growl at the attendant that had come to wake her from her dreaming state. Then 2 hours later she was finally content to rise - though not forgetting to badger her attendant for allowing her to do something so unreliable.
Katherine leant back against the soft leather of the kart she was being pulled along in - the carriage just passing off as average for her…though she was used to much more splendour… though due to the place she was in she did not complain. Her attendants had all expected her to go directly to the restaurant that she had told them of the day before… but to their surprise she had told them that she was off to pick up her lunch date for the day.
And that was how she was here, in this carriage, travelling around this area waiting for that man to show up, slow down the carriage, have the door opened for him and then allowed to enter into the comfortable interior of the carriage. Of course, the undignified way of stealing the bottle that had been laid out on the table, popping it open and drinking straight from it though there had been a pair of glasses waiting on the table caused Marlowe’s face to fall and her eyes to widen ever so slightly…. though she quickly rectified it and leant forward towards him. To let him know who was present.
Marlowe smiled elegantly before she was returned one of his and leant her head sideways at his question as if she was contemplating an answer.
“I’m treating you today Mr Sullivan…”, she spoke slowly and looked towards him in a quick alluring glance.
“How does Wagyu Steak sound?”