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Title: a thousand lost days
Characters: JewWario/Liz, a few other cameos
Rating: Again I rail against non-international rating systems. In the Land Down Under, this is probably a M15+.
Summary: Ten drabbles about JewWario in the Hooker!verse
Disclaimer: The people in this story are not mine, the 'verse belongs to [livejournal.com profile] emeriin  and this is pure fiction.
Author's notes: Ten random prompts from a generator. I swear they were, even though a couple were particularly fortuitous. All are exactly 100 words long.

a Western setting.

Midnight and he’s already dead on his feet. The club is noisy and hot and filled with an undercurrent he’s not been able to place since he started his shift. The triumphant look that Donna (was that it?) shot Ellis when he announced the newest member of staff. The blue haired girl (why wasn’t he better with names?) watching a twitchy guy with a fedora check his pockets. The DJ not seeming to be able to decide who to glare at – the Frenchman with his tongue down Donna’s throat or Chick.

Coming back was never meant to be like this...

a dark alley


JewWario is putting trash in the dumpster at the end of the night when he sees a plume of smoke rise up from a little further down the alley. He throws the last couple of bags in and turns to greet his new employer when a figure runs out of the club and into Ellis’ arms. From his vantage point he can’t understand the conversation, but he can see the strength that they are drawing from the embrace. Clinging to each other as their last hope for escape.

Melting back into the shadows he removes himself from their stolen moment.

black

He’d woken up in a room he hadn’t recognised, a tall man with a baseball bat over one shoulder leering at him.

“Thought ya were better’n us did’ya? Thought ya could come in and do what ya did and there wouldn’t be consequences? Thought ya could break the rules?” each sentence punctuated with a blow from the baseball bat, becoming slick with his blood.

“Rules are rules buddy, but I’m gonna give ya a break, take it easy on ya today” Thump. “I’m gonna give ya two choices.”

The next day he was on a flight back to the States.

joy

The moment he finally felt a part of the club was the night they’d spotted a well-known moral guardian in the club enjoying Benzaie’s company. “Didn’t even try to cover her face or wear a hat or anything!” Donna was telling him as she swept the floor while he put the last of the glasses away. JewWario replied in his best impression, “Won’t somebody think of the children?” Laughter filled the club, his impersonation just about perfect. Ellis may have even tilted a lip upwards.

And he realised that his laughter was just as broken as everyone that surrounded him.

fingers sliding under clothing

He’s not entirely sure how he ended up with against the wall with Liz’s tongue down his throat but he’s certainly not complaining. He won’t deny that he’s been watching her around the club since the night he started. She’s sucking on his neck and he’s running his hands through her hair and she’s raking her nails down his back and he’s undoing her corset and all rational thought is flying out the window.

She stops long enough to pull him into the nearby storage room and the movement is all it takes for him to get the upper hand.

a gift you couldn't give

Waking up the day after his encounter with Liz leaves a rotten taste in his mouth. This isn’t the first club he’s worked in. He knows what the rules are. You don’t touch the talent. You don’t fuck the talent. You don’t fall in love with the talent.

The first gets you hatred or ridicule from all the other workers. The second leads to awkwardness that can cost you your job. The third...

He’s in the shower for twenty minutes longer that morning trying to wash all of it away.

This isn’t the first time he’s broken the third rule.

come like an evening shadow


He’s got her pressed up against the wall when he sees it. A little tattoo, one that‘s easy to miss under all the gaudy leather and bindings. A little tattoo that reminds him of Japan, of a thousand lost days. But then he’s brought back to the present, back to this woman who wants him here and now and he lifts her legs up around his waist and enters her roughly, each thrust a barrier between his past and this wonderful present.

The sound that escapes his lips as he cums is inhuman and for that moment, so is he.

something beautiful.


He’s discovered a fairly deserted little park near his apartment that affords him a fantastic view of the ‘L’ train. He doesn’t take notes, just sits and watches as they pass by.

There’s a fantastic rhythm to the trains as they move around the city. A lifeline, the city’s pulse. The carriages filled with ordinary people doing ordinary things. He hasn’t caught a train yet though. Still doesn’t believe that he could pretend to fit in with society yet. Still isn’t sure that he wants to. Still can’t get the last train ride to the airport out of his head.

dinosaurs

JewWario hadn’t realised that Liz had a kid until he saw them together at the supermarket. Hell, he hadn’t even recognised Liz until she
flicked her hair back out of her face to grab the milk out of the fridge. The exact same way he’d watched her doing it at the club for the past few weeks.

“Aidan, sweetie, can you carry this for mommy? And when we get to the checkout we can pick you out a new toy for your collection.”

He watches them until they leave the store, with Aidan clutching a plastic Triceratops to his chest.

your infinitude of stars


Glittering, sparkling, shining, the girls and guys at the club come alive to patrons for the night when they need them and disappear into nothing when they are feeling ashamed. Daylight comes, and they limp away to lick their wounds and escape into dreams. JewWario feels himself become more a persona, an act for the night with gratuitous Japanese and bowing. He’s having trouble sleeping. He’s got a nasty cough that will not go away. These kids, half his age some of them, they shine so brightly. JewWario squinted up at the sun. Midday, and he was still dead on his feet.

Date: 2010-10-17 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freya-sacksen.livejournal.com
*wibble*

Aw, poor JewWario! I just want to cuddle him and stroke his hair and tell him everything will be okay. And then very quickly hand him back over to his wife before she stabs me.

Date: 2010-10-17 09:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyisatiger.livejournal.com
The next thing I'm going to do is write all over my walls "No more hooker!verse" and "Happy stories only". Until I'm happier with my smut writing skills these are about all I can do.

Even though I wasn't entirely happy with this, it still needed to be posted. I'm getting pretty cranky with people requesting willy-nilly. I open my inbox and all I'm seeing is requests and seconding of requests. No-one is filling them at the moment, but I suppose that's a pretty common problem with kink memes.

Totally not afraid of his wife at all, and the hockey stick I have next to my bed is not at all related to this story.

Date: 2010-10-17 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freya-sacksen.livejournal.com
I guess I've given up on the kink meme at the moment. I'm so bankrupt for time and spend so much time wrestling with L:VH and BOSM I just can't unwind enough for anything else.

Date: 2010-10-17 11:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emeriin.livejournal.com
Ohhh, this came out beautifully. What I especially love are these three bits:

And he realised that his laughter was just as broken as everyone that surrounded him.

A little tattoo, one that‘s easy to miss under all the gaudy leather and bindings. A little tattoo that reminds him of Japan, of a thousand lost days.

Glittering, sparkling, shining, the girls and guys at the club come alive to patrons for the night when they need them and disappear into nothing when they are feeling ashamed. Daylight comes, and they limp away to lick their wounds and escape into dreams. JewWario feels himself become more a persona, an act for the night with gratuitous Japanese and bowing.

They just fit into the Verse so well and it's fantastic to see.

And I hear you on the "no fills" thing. Twenty one comments last night and it was filled up with an argument about transphobia. I fill as much as I can but sometimes I just don't have the energy. (and it's a bit disheartening when some fills get tons and tons of comments, but others don't even get the OP coming back.)

Date: 2010-10-18 04:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyisatiger.livejournal.com
Hey, sorry on the slow reply. I'm just getting over a twelve hour headache that was so bad I had to take the day off work. Thank you for the praise, I think I'm getting better at this writing thing, and that third bit you liked is my favourite bit too. (Am I allowed to have a favourite thing that I've written? Down ego, down girl.)

With the fills: I've filled out four (as I said to freya, not so good with the smut) and I've requested one thing and the only response was 'seconded!' Hell, my inbox was filled this morning with someone running through and adding seconded to a whole lotta entries. It shouldn't be up to a few of us to fill everyone else's desires. I get that most of the Treehouse is back at/48 weeks of the year at college/uni/work, but good Lord people. Fill the prompt, respond to a filled prompt or piss off. I'm so at that stage.

Date: 2010-10-19 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darkhairedgirl.livejournal.com
So in the Hooker!Verse, JewWario is a bartender, hooks up with Liz, and Yanki J makes a cameo? Hooray!

This is just lovely, and I mean that. I like how quiet the story is, and you definitely got the tone of being in a new place right. I loved all of this, but if I had to pick a favorite section I think it would have to be a tie between JewWario watching the L-train pass and the ending one, and I loved how you tied the story together with the "dead on his feet" lines. I'd offer you some more cake, but alas, I used up the last of the frosting on that last one I gave you, so here - have an internet instead. :)

(And I'm with you on the kink meme thing. I try to fill what I can, but it's so frustrating to see that people don't understand basic internet etiquette.)

Date: 2010-10-20 07:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyisatiger.livejournal.com
If a girl who had managed to rack up six towns by the time she was ten can't write about being lost in a new environment, I'd better give up now. :)

I think JewWario is kinda like the Mikes in that he sees a hell of a lot lot but the main difference is he doesn't understand a whole lot of it. And I don't think he wants to.

*Looks around at where to store internet in tiny unit* Thanks!

Kink meme seems to be a little bit better last couple of days, with the exception of the person who posted two requests in the one comment *facepalm*

Date: 2010-12-24 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] funkyinfishnet.livejournal.com
Wonderful. JewWario is a favourite of mine so I loved how you saw his role in this 'verse and wrote it so well. And it was great to see Yanki J - a definite crush of mine :) Seriously awesome work :)

Date: 2010-12-26 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] theladyisatiger.livejournal.com
As soon as I saw the prompt in the kink meme I just had to fill it. He's a tricky bugger to write, in that he swings between this gorgeous woobie character and a very serious, straight forward kinda guy. I'm so glad that you think I did him justice. And the world always needs more Yanki J - always. :D

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