Twilight After Dark

By: AcidicLemons

Rating: Mature ---

Author's Note: I feel good about this story. I don't know, I've had writer's block for almost a year now, and here come these fresh ideas finally coming to me. It pays to just slow down and read a book or two for yourself--sometimes that snaps you right out of it. It took me a year, after all.

Also, I wholehearted apologize for my careless errors in the last chapter. I went over this document at least 5 times.

Anyway, thank you kindly for the review! Without further ado, please enjoy Chapter 2. (Hehe, a rhyme).

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Disclaimer: Refer to Chapter One.
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Chapter Two: Dancing In the Moonlight

"What we have here is Vice City at its finest." Tommy Vercetti smirked at a wall poster that was flying away in the wind. It featured Candy Suxxx, a well-known porn star in these parts.
What trash. Vice City couldn't get as many tourists as it needed, with that floating around. And what tourists did come would be lucky to make it out alive.
He walked down the sidewalk, glancing at shops and people bustling by. He hated to admit, the Vice was getting bigger than he thought. For some reason, there was some fascination by it. An old gangster film feel to it.
The view of the beach at this time was pure beauty. The sun coming up, the ocean's smell and vibe…it was all magnificence. He wouldn't mind having a quick nap out there today.
But business was calling him, and he needed to figure out what happened, and piece up the puzzle before anymore innocents like Mam were killed.
Thinking of Mam also drew his thoughts to that Rox at the diner. She was no sweetheart--she had guts.
She was very attractive--stood at about five eight or so. Long brown hair, pulled into an upward ponytail. It was long in the ponytail; undoubtedly longer if she would let it down. Loose strands hugged her face, and she had cute bangs.
Looked a little young. Maybe in her early twenties? Tommy himself was aged at his mid-30s. He's been with young ones before, no big deal.
Big brown eyes--doe eyes, he called them. They had an icy stare to them. Not intimidating enough for him, but it was fairly the turn-on.
Curvy figure, which honest-to-God, he tried not to focus on. Rox caught him on it, though.
Truly, she was flirting with him. She wanted to seem hardcore on the outside, but every female knows--hardly one could repel the charm of Tommy Vercetti. Rox would get her fill soon enough.

Tommy pitched a taxi to Ken Rosemburg's office, a cowardly attorney-at-law. He walked through the door, expecting Ken to jump out of his seat and piss his pants. It was too much not to laugh at the asshole."You do that everyday you know? You startled me." Ken shook his head and sat down, brushing off his pants. "Why are you here now?"
"Mam's dead." Vercetti got comfortable on a client seat. He propped his feet on the table. "I fear one of our boys may be at the bad end of it."
"Oh right right right right. I heard about that on the local news. They suspect some of our people--even called your name up once."
"You don't say." He seemed uninterested. "Anyway, I loved Mam like she was my own. And I won't have careless mistakes coming out of these dealings. Is that clear?"
"I have nothing to do with what goes on out there," Ken said. "Talk to your own men, why don't you."
"You have every bit of responsibility as they do…and I'm sure they'll get the word through you, now won't they?" Tommy stood.
"Well I-I-I--"
"Good. I'll be on my way, now." He stood and tipped an invisible hat. "I'm warning you ahead of time--I'm stopping by tomorrow at noon. Don't pee on yourself until then." Vercetti laughed and walked out. He was sure ol' Rosemburg would forget all about his warning and jump 20 feet high on his next visit.

"Ma! I'm home." Rox slammed the front door and walked into a quiet house. "Mom?" Rox looked down at the coffee table, expecting a note. It was no surprise--Mom was never home these days.
She picked it up to read:

Roxii, honey

I'll be working late tonight. Keep the doors locked and heat up the TV dinner in the freezer I left for you.

Hugs and Kisses,
Mother Dearest.

Rox snarled silently at the note, dropping it where she found it. Another night alone. How typical.
She plopped on the sofa and turned on the TV. All she watched nowadays was the local news. Trash TV was not her style. She picked up a magazine and flipped through it.
"…Vercetti, a well-known criminal in this area, is not being charged as a suspect at this time. News 2 believes..."
Rox looked up at the TV. They displayed a picture of Vercetti, which looked oddly like the man from the diner. She sat up closer for a better look.
"Well…I'll be damned. I served a criminal." Her eyes were wide, but slowly regained their composure. "I knew it. How else wouldn't he have flinched at Mam's death?" She shrugged to herself. He probably had something to do with it, according to the news, Rox thought. He should be back tomorrow. And I'm going to milk him for all he's worth. She pulled at the hundred-dollar bill in her hand.

The day was uneventful, contrary to what Vercetti thought it would be. A few told him about the news prodding at his already tarnished rep. But that was no worry. The police had no evidence on him. Hell, he didn't even know Mam was dead, until now.
The dull hours would pass as he heads to The Malibu, to get drunk and maybe pick up a whore.
The taxi dropped him off at the nightclub, where he walked in absorbing the less-than-breathable atmosphere. Dancing, lights, and girls were eminent already.
"Care for a dance, cute one?" An older woman, who looked even older than himself, came up to him. He hadn't started drinking yet, but this lady faintly resembled Rox from the diner.
"No, I just came to…hang out."
"Hang out with me." She put on what she might have thought of as a seductive smile. She grabbed his hand.
"Nah, that's okay." He pulled away and headed to the bar. His fun was only beginning.

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"Ugh…" Tommy woke up with the sun blinding him this morning. A piercing headache rang through his temples, a sure sign that he had a drinking fest last night.
He twisted his stomach away from the window and covered his face with the pillow. He tried to remember what happened last night, but couldn't, even if he tried hard enough.
He tossed his arm over on the side dresser, and picked up the clock to read the time. After 12:30 in the afternoon. Tommy groaned and slammed the clock down. He removed the pillow and looked up at his bedpost. A pair of silky blue panties hung on the post like a flag. "Damn," he grumbled.
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Whoo. How'd you like that cup of tea? A typical Vercetti moment. Booze it up, then sleep with someone and don't remember who the hell it was. Livin' la vida loca, no? So what did you think? Please leave your comments. I do really appreciate them. And try to predict what's gonna happen next. Like, maybe there's an odd reason Rox has walked into Tommy's life…? You shall soon discover. Ciao!

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