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A View from the Periphery (standard:drama, 12805 words) | |||
Author: TJC | Added: Jul 29 2002 | Views/Reads: 4160/2784 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
An eccentric young female groupie and a thirtysomething, down on his luck male cop are thrown together by circumstance after a rock concert. Both carry emotional baggage and find comfort with each other over a period of one summer night in Tucson. | |||
Thomas J. Comer A VIEW FROM THE PERIPHERY "Five Pizzas," said Ty Deakin. "All paid for and sitting here. Anyone coming down?" Floyd, the burly, sour night auditor nodded. "Some girl, she said she'd be down in a minute." Ty Deakin saw her as soon as she walked into the hotel lobby. There was no denying her sex appeal in an extremely short and revealing red dress. Her skin was coffee brown and she wore her black hair straight and long, in the fashion Cher used to back in the 1970's. Was she Mexican? Indian? Who knows. She was here for the pizzas. "Hello," she said as she hoisted the boxes into her arms. "I wish we could have gotten some real food." She was talking out loud but not really to either Ty or Floyd, or so it appeared to Deakin. "Well this is Tucson," said Deakin. "Nothing is open too late, at least not places that deliver." It was past midnight. The girl did not reply as she made her way to the sliding glass lobby doors that led out into the courtyard and the steps to the three suite floors which encircled the courtyard, pool, and jacuzzi areas of The Sonora Suites Hotel. When the automatic doors opened, Deakin called after her. "Miss, can you let them know that in five minutes I will be clearing the courtyard. So if they're gonna invite anyone up they'd best get on it." "Sure," said the girl as she disappeared out of the lobby and up the stairs, toting the pizzas. Deakin stood close to the sliding doors, but not so close as for them to open. The courtyard was filled with young music fans, the vast majority of which were very attractive women. All were fans of the rock and roll group Blue Nova. The band had a reputation for inviting fans up into their rooms for a party and these were tonight's hopefuls. Young, tight bodies, all with an expression of anticipation on their heavily made up faces. He guessed there were thirty or so. "Well, Floyd, the show is about to start." Deakin walked out of the opening doors and into the courtyard. The desert heat still filled the air to a degree of well above ninety despite the late hour, as is normal on a July night in Tucson, Arizona. The attire worn by the hopefuls reflected such; mostly skimpy shorts or skirts and even skimpier blouses or bikini tops. It certainly had to be considered a pleasant view. He found himself a bench near one of the patches of grass along the side and watched. The roadies came first. Two of them. Roadies controlled access to the band and they always seemed to be big, round, and mean. The two coming down the stairs from the third floor were no exception. They could have been brothers, both fitting the earlier description given, the only difference being that one had red hair and a beard, the other having black, both wore blue jeans and a gray Blue Nova t-shirt. Red beard appeared to be in charge. "Get in a fucking line, " he barked like a drill sergeant. "Or none of yous will get in." The women, playing the parts of scared Army recruits, immediately did as they were told. All of them staring, or at least glancing up at the row of doors on the third tier that housed their heroes. Black beard stood with his arms folded as red beard continued his instructions. "Any of yous bitches try and touch him or get out of line and yous won't be picked." Red beard shook his head at his partner who responded in kind. Deakin watched as the door opened up on the third tier and down the Click here to read the rest of this story (1486 more lines)
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