Our scene starts off at a rather crowded airport, in the bar area specifically. A man, presumably in his early thirties has been spotted sitting at a table, legs crossed and a newspaper in hand as he glances over the business section and skips right to the sports section. But whilst doing so, a few pages fall right off the back encouraging a slight groan from him. It is revealed that the man is none other than Sean Hunter, the ladies man we all love to loathe. Folding and then slapping down the rest of the paper, which we come to find out is the New York Times, he bends down to pick up the rest. But as he lifts the fallen pages, he comes across this magnificent beauty. A pair of slender, not necessarily tanned legs belonging to a female are visible directly in front of him and as he glances upwards, he is now able to see her beautiful behind that comes attached to those legs, dressed only in a pair of Marc Jacob’s short shorts.
“Hello,�?he mouths greeting his new friend.
Unbeknownst to him and other onlookers, the female turns around to identify herself as Rebecca Rancid, someone who Sean is familiar with. His jaw drops instantly.
“Yes?�?she asks before he manages to pull it back up from the floor and regain composure.
“Rebecca, it’s so nice to see you,�?he mumbles trying to conceal his unexpected excitement.
Light blonde tresses perfectly cascading down her shoulders, Rebecca wonders out loud what Sean Hunter is doing at the same airport.
“I’m flying to San Antonio,�?/FONT> explains Sean whilst sitting at the bar with her. “I was in Manhattan to take care of some personal business, none that you should know of.�?/FONT>
“San Antonio as in�?�?/FONT> she asked, she didn’t even have to repeat the next part because he knew exactly what she was talking about.
“No,�?he says softly at first but then feels the need to shout it out louder. “NO! I’m banned from the arena. So here I am, drinking my heart out and if I manage to stop by when we get there, I’ll probably burn the place down,�?he begins to mumble under his breath again as he searches for his lighter, locates it and brings it up to show Rebecca and continues. “With my trusty lighter, after smoking a few of these.�?/FONT>
Rebecca watches intently as Sean pulls out a pack of cigarettes and holds them up to her.
“Would a lady like to bum one?�?asks Sean, his breath already smelling like alcohol causing Rebecca to retreat back about an inch or so.
“No thanks!�?she gestures for him to put it away, as though he pulled out his penis and offered to rape her right there and then. “I’ve quit smoking.�?/FONT>
Sean gasps as he places the pack over the bar top, obviously he’ll be making use of a lot more of those this afternoon. “You’ve.. QUIT!�?he repeats, only emphasizing on the last word as though she had committed a sin. “Since when?�?/FONT>
“Two weeks,�?/FONT> she mouths before sipping on her alcohol beverage, whilst still keeping her eyes on him.
“You know what? I don’t believe you.�?/FONT>
In a flash back, we see Rebecca Rancid sitting at a desk with her legs crossed over the top. Sure enough, an unlit cigarette dangles loosely from her lips as she speaks to someone else supposedly in her midst.
“I need 7,�?she demands looking over the pages of a vogue magazine, instead of at the stranger, who’s back is now visible and it‘s a safe bet he‘s a man.
“Seven?�?he repeats in the form of a question.
“Seven dollars!�?she clarifies holding her hand out. “I need a new pack of cigs, it’s my last one.�?
She gestures for him to throw something over and he does, enabling her to catch it instantly. Flicking the lighter open, she brings it closer to her mouth, both hands covering it until the cigarette is lit. Now whilst beginning to play with it, she turns her attention towards him as he digs into his wallet.
“So where do you plan on going?�?he asks out of curiosity as he finds a crumbled ten dollar bill and holds it out.
“Texas,�?/FONT> says Rebecca before yanking it out of his hands. She was always one who never gave out an specific details, it was a trait she had during her days as a con.
“Where in?�?asks the man who’s identity is still not revealed, tucking his wallet back where he pulled it out from. “San Antonio?�?/FONT>
“You know it,�?/FONT> said the blonde whilst playing with her lighter. “I’ve got friends there,�?she winks while informing him.
“Friends?�?/FONT> he asks, once again just curious.
But before she can say anything, a cough escapes from between her lips. She clears her throat but continues to cough garnering attention from others in the house. Soon blood is found in her hands as she stands up from the chair and looks down. The man approaches her slowly, grabs the cigarette from between her fingers and puts it out on Anna Wintour’s holy book.
She had been sitting still for a few minutes now and Sean waves a hand in front of her face before snapping.
“Hello in there,�?says Sean before waving again.
With a roll of her eyes, Rebecca responds to him, “No, I’m not lying.�?/FONT>
“Alright then,�?Sean Hunter said, “I’ll just smoke all of these myself. But in the main time, care to toast to W2K? Although our motives differ, we still share the same fate.�?/FONT>
Rolling her eyes again, Rebecca clinked glasses with Sean and he immediately downed his whilst she slowly sipped on hers. Was our bad girl turning good? Or was this simply an act of caution?
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