The House Always Wins 4/?
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vigorliAuthor: Lara
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: A fictional story, created by me, using fictional characters from a movie.
THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS
Four
“And one…two…three…together…step…turn…jump and down.” The foot hit the floor repeatedly. “I said jump and DOWN, not jump and BEND, you idiot.” The foot swept at a leg, bringing into position. “Again…turning away from the mirror this time.”
Viggo leaned in the doorway of the dance studio, silently watching. The red head never stopped moving, and either did the blue eyes. They missed nothing, and corrections were often made in an annoyed tone. The blue eyes darted over, saw Viggo, and the man actually stumbled.
“Enough. You try my patience. Take a water break. Don’t return until I call for you.”
The fifteen teenage boys and girls hurried out of the room gratefully. The teacher shut the door behind them. “This is what you’ve come to? Teaching ballet to a bunch of kids?” Viggo raised an eye, trying to keep the smirk off his face.
“It’s not my fault. SOMEONE messed up, and therefore I had to run for my life.”
“I’m sorry about that, David, really,” Viggo said in a serious, soft tone. He meant it.
“I know you are, Vig. Good to see you, man.” David shook Viggo’s outstretched hand. “You found me.”
“I know where to look and who to ask,” Viggo said.
“I take it you need me?”
“We need someone of your…flexibility, yes,” Viggo said. He grinned as David did a running leap and backflipped across the room.
“I’m in,” David said, grabbing a towel and wiping his face. “Who’s we?”
“Me and Beanie.”
David’s face lit up. “Beanie? I’m definitely in.”
Viggo sat in a corner booth of the musty pub, sipping at a draft beer. He watched the young man sitting at the bar.
“So…you must be an actress,” the young man said. Viggo hid a snort in a cough. He could hear every word the younger man said.
“Me, an actress?” The older woman, obviously past her prime, giggled. “You’re a sweet young man.”
“Just calling it as I see it. Say, you gotta light?” He glanced at the cigarette in the woman’s hand.
“Oh, yes, in my purse.” She pulled the purse off her lap and placed it on the bar. She began to dig into her purse.
“Is that it? On the floor, under your feet?”
“I can’t see…hold on.” Not wanting to seem too old to be limber, she hopped from her barstool and inspected the floor. Only an experienced eye would notice the slender hand slipping into the purse. Viggo’s eyes were more than experienced. “No, there’s nothing here.”
“I must be seeing things,” the young man said. He stood up. “Thanks anyway. It’s time for me to go.”
“Aw, must you?” The woman said. The young man smiled apologetically and left the bar. Viggo followed a few seconds later.
He followed the young man down the street and into the subway station. The young man waited until he was in a subway car before pulling the wallet from his jacket pocket. Viggo moved from behind some people and plopped down next to him. “That’s one of the best moves I’ve ever seen. Of course, with eyes like yours, Elijah, it’s easy to get a woman to do what you want.”
“Excuse me?” Viggo had to give the kid credit. He didn’t even flinch. “Who are you and what are you talking about?”
“I know you’re Elijah Wood…amateur pickpocket. I know you’re from California, but moved to Boston five years ago. I know your family. I know your history.”
Elijah tried not to look too miserable. “You a cop?”
“No. God, no.” Viggo gave the kid his best smile. “I’m your dream come true, kid.”
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: A fictional story, created by me, using fictional characters from a movie.
THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS
Four
“And one…two…three…together…step…turn…jump and down.” The foot hit the floor repeatedly. “I said jump and DOWN, not jump and BEND, you idiot.” The foot swept at a leg, bringing into position. “Again…turning away from the mirror this time.”
Viggo leaned in the doorway of the dance studio, silently watching. The red head never stopped moving, and either did the blue eyes. They missed nothing, and corrections were often made in an annoyed tone. The blue eyes darted over, saw Viggo, and the man actually stumbled.
“Enough. You try my patience. Take a water break. Don’t return until I call for you.”
The fifteen teenage boys and girls hurried out of the room gratefully. The teacher shut the door behind them. “This is what you’ve come to? Teaching ballet to a bunch of kids?” Viggo raised an eye, trying to keep the smirk off his face.
“It’s not my fault. SOMEONE messed up, and therefore I had to run for my life.”
“I’m sorry about that, David, really,” Viggo said in a serious, soft tone. He meant it.
“I know you are, Vig. Good to see you, man.” David shook Viggo’s outstretched hand. “You found me.”
“I know where to look and who to ask,” Viggo said.
“I take it you need me?”
“We need someone of your…flexibility, yes,” Viggo said. He grinned as David did a running leap and backflipped across the room.
“I’m in,” David said, grabbing a towel and wiping his face. “Who’s we?”
“Me and Beanie.”
David’s face lit up. “Beanie? I’m definitely in.”
Viggo sat in a corner booth of the musty pub, sipping at a draft beer. He watched the young man sitting at the bar.
“So…you must be an actress,” the young man said. Viggo hid a snort in a cough. He could hear every word the younger man said.
“Me, an actress?” The older woman, obviously past her prime, giggled. “You’re a sweet young man.”
“Just calling it as I see it. Say, you gotta light?” He glanced at the cigarette in the woman’s hand.
“Oh, yes, in my purse.” She pulled the purse off her lap and placed it on the bar. She began to dig into her purse.
“Is that it? On the floor, under your feet?”
“I can’t see…hold on.” Not wanting to seem too old to be limber, she hopped from her barstool and inspected the floor. Only an experienced eye would notice the slender hand slipping into the purse. Viggo’s eyes were more than experienced. “No, there’s nothing here.”
“I must be seeing things,” the young man said. He stood up. “Thanks anyway. It’s time for me to go.”
“Aw, must you?” The woman said. The young man smiled apologetically and left the bar. Viggo followed a few seconds later.
He followed the young man down the street and into the subway station. The young man waited until he was in a subway car before pulling the wallet from his jacket pocket. Viggo moved from behind some people and plopped down next to him. “That’s one of the best moves I’ve ever seen. Of course, with eyes like yours, Elijah, it’s easy to get a woman to do what you want.”
“Excuse me?” Viggo had to give the kid credit. He didn’t even flinch. “Who are you and what are you talking about?”
“I know you’re Elijah Wood…amateur pickpocket. I know you’re from California, but moved to Boston five years ago. I know your family. I know your history.”
Elijah tried not to look too miserable. “You a cop?”
“No. God, no.” Viggo gave the kid his best smile. “I’m your dream come true, kid.”
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Date: 2005-04-17 05:23 pm (UTC)Damn you! /shakes fist/
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Date: 2005-04-17 05:35 pm (UTC)Well, I just now, as of 1:35 pm on 4/17/05, posted chapter 5. I hope that makes you happier. :) Thanks!!