"Paris Pants Club" by Amer Chess, March 2012
Disclaimer: All characters presented here are product of fiction. Any resemblances to real characters are of a pure coincidence. No intention was made to insult anyone for any reason.
AN: This story is an act of fiction. No one should attempt to act in the same manner as described.
Summary: You have realized that your life as it is now is lacking and you have a desire to live a better life.
Paris Pants Club
In a secluded part of the night club, S. Walter Morde, Eusebio Azequitte, Charles Murretti and John Contrally were playing poker. Cigarette smoke and some music filled the thick air around them.
"Everyone …, if they live long enough …", Charles took a smoke, "… will lose their way at some point. You will lose your way …, you will wake up one morning and find yourself lost." He looked around and then exhaled. "This is a hard, simple truth, gentlemen." A go-go girl passed them by and Walter whistled. "If it hasn't happened to you yet …", Charles grinned, looking around, "… consider yourself lucky." There was some glass breaking at the bar. "But … when it does …, when one day you look around and nothing is recognizable anymore …, when you find yourself alone in a dark wood having lost the way …", he exhaled slowly, making some smoky circles in the air, "… you may find it easier to blame it on someone else … an errant lover …", he eyed Walter in secret, winking at John, "… a missing father …, a bad childhood … or it may be easier to blame the map you were given …", he winked at Eusebio, "… folded too many times I suppose …", he grinned at John in secret, "… out-of-date, tiny print … you name it! But … mostly …, if you are honest to yourself …, you will only be able to blame … yourself". Eusebio grinned at Charles.
"Shut da fcuk up you … commie …" John winked at him in secret after he offered a false harsh tone to the others.
"What's so funny … Eusebio …?" John winked in secret at Walter, looking at their Latino friend. Eusebio had greasy hair and couple of extra rings on his fingers. Sometimes he even gambled with them.
"You mentioned commies …" He threw one shy stare at John, still grinning like some African peasant.
"Lenin died in 1924." John finished his beer and asked waitress if she can get him some more. She threw one "All right, but it's the last time I do it" stare at him and then reluctantly swaggered away. "The leading Bolsheviks finally learned of the secret note warning against Stalin, but they ignored it. They accepted Stalin's promise that he would improve his behavior."
"Lee Harvey's wife was from Soviet Union, right …?" Walter looked at Charles. Charles made a nod, realizing his river hand was bad.
"Oswald soon got disillusioned with life in the Soviet Union and in June, 1962 …", waitress opened beer bottle with a noise, eyeing others as well, "… he was given permission to take his wife and baby daughter to the United States."
"Did you know that Marina Oswald …, the wife of Lee Harvey …", Walter looked around, "… has changed her stance on the assassination several times over the years, often apparently due to influence by whatever book or theory is in vogue. She now believes that her husband was innocent. She still lives in Texas, though ..."
"What about the evidence, though?" Eusebio felt like adding some of his words to the uninteresting topic. Charles glanced at John in secret.
"The evidence of this assassination attempt includes the testimony of his wife, Marina Oswald …, then … a note in his handwriting Russian describing what Marina should do …"
"You mean … after the Walker shooting?"
"That's right … after it …, if he were arrested, killed or had to go into hiding …", he paused, letting some unknown individuals pass them by towards the rest room areas, "… photographs of Walker's house from the sniper's position taken by Oswald's camera and pasted into Oswald's scrapbook …", he winked in secret at John, "… and a Neutron Activation test that showed that the metallic elements found …"
"Excuse me … neutron … what?" Walter sneered and then grinned.
"It's just a method of determining the elemental composition of a sample ..." John grinned at Charles and Walter threw his tongue out, making himself silly. Eustebio was grinning in secret, still dazed by his cards.
"Go ahead … mister …" Walter threw his tongue out again at John and then immediately withdrew it as some women were returning from the restroom area.
"The bullet that was recovered in Walker's home …"
"What about it?" Walter loosened his tie since he had two pairs already, waiting for the rest of the cards still to come.
"It matched the ammunition used in Oswald's rifle in the assassination of Kennedy …" Charles winked in secret at John.
"I want to sue her ass." Walter felt hot, losing to Eustebio's trilling. "I know she's got nothing, but … I want her to spend the rest of her life in jail!" Eustebio dared to sneak at Charles who just made couple of affirmative nods, letting him know it was 'all right'. Walter continued as he stared at his flop cards. "She's extremely vindictive and shameful of her poverty and lack of education too." He swore silently, passing the round due to the bad card deal. He stared as the others made their bets. "Marina Nikolayevna Prusakova …" He rasped as if to himself. Charles nodded at John, then winked at Eustebio.
Some Oriental women in short skirts passed them by, going towards the rest room area.
"But …", Walter continued, waiting for the last bet, "… there needs to be a prostitutes union to protect her health, safety and future ...", he winked at Eustebio and Eustebio got serious again, "… and that of her kids too ..." Walter was impatient to get new set of cards in his hands. He scratched his left palm nervously.
"What about Fuzioku …?" Charles stared at the Oriental women returning from the rest room area.
"Believe it or not …", Walter was pleased with his two kings, waiting for the big blind bet, "… Fuzioku is not prostitution …", Charles winked in secret at John, "… particularly in the eyes of the Japanese authorities." Charles almost giggled aloud, but managed to restrain himself in the last moment. Walter continued obliviously. "I don't know about you but …", he eyed the other players around the table, realizing he had a strong pair, "… I would also interpret 'prostitute' as being someone who engages in actual sexual intercourse with a client in exchange for money." Charles looked at John and then laughed aloud.
"What?" Walter did not get his third king after the river and was getting hot red in the face.
"Nothing …" Charles looked at his cards, John monitoring him in secret. Eustebio passed with his fingers over his well-shaved facial skin.