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dreamlikenewyork2017-01-22 11:08 pm
shotofpuregold) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2017-01-22 11:08 pm
"Help! I need somebody."
Who: Domino Chance with Darius Alexander
What: Long shot
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital, NYC
When: A few days after this and this
Domino arrived at the hospital room door and leaned against the frame, arms crossed. "You must be Darius."
Sitting by the bed, Darius turned and looked behind him. "I didn't realised my reputation preceded me so much," he replied, eyebrows creeping up. He had never seen her before in his life.
"You'd be surprised how much these nurses around here talk," Domino told him, sauntering into the room with a faint smirk. The humour didn't quite reach her eyes. "Mostly, I just know you are 'King Fuckgod with the Ass That Won't Quit'."
Darius blinked and then frowned, shaking his head. "I'm not following. But I feel like I should tell that even though you're very beautiful, I wouldn't know how to bat for your team if someone slapped a pussy on me and called me Wonder Woman."
Domino laughed. Now that she was up close to him, she could see why Spencer had become enraptured with him. She took the seat beside him, one she hadn't been able to coax Mitchell into occupying this time around. He was completely ignoring all her calls and texts. "Don't worry, love. I'm not hitting on you. They told me you were the one who saved his life," she explained, nodding at Spencer in the bed. He was still out cold, but thankfully stable. "Then I overheard one of them saying you knew him from a Masquerade night at the same club. I put two and two together."
"Sorry, who are you?" Darius asked. He still wasn't quite sure what was going on here.
"Domino." She held extended her hand to him. "I'm his wife."
Darius shook her hand hesitantly. "So, where were you when he was OD'ing in an alley of a gay bar and possibly getting raped during the process?" He couldn't keep the accusatory tone from his voice. He had been coming back here to see the guy since he had him brought in. Up until yesterday, he had a John Doe label slapped on him because he was still unconcious and had his wallet stolen. He had no idea, and his phone hadn't given any clues because all the contacts were in some sort of code. For some reason, he kept coming back, despite knowing nothing but the fact the guy was incredible at dancing, eye-sex, and giving blow jobs.
"It wouldn't be the first time, love," Domino offered with a shrug. As much as she wished she could control him, Spencer would never let her put him on a leash. "I was trying to pay the bills. The bastard stopped turning tricks when we got here and started given it away for free. Someone's got to fucking keep food on the table. Never quite know if the next call I get will be to come ID him in a morgue."
Darius was just gaping at her. "You're a hooker? He's a hooker?" Wait, did she just suggest Spencer had been raped before with an air of indifference if she was just commenting on the weather? "How did you know he was here?"
Domino watched Spencer sadly. "Just did a sweep of all the hospitals. He didn't come home. Figured he was either dead or back on one of them."
"This happens often?" Darius asked. There was concern edging into his words now. The accusations dropped in favour of his more characteristic caring personality that came through.
"Second time in about a month," Domino confirmed and raked her hair back off her face to pull it back in a messy ponytail with an elastic she had around her wrist. Gone were her hooker clothes in favour of a casual pair of jeans, a hoodie, and well-worn purple Converse high-tops. "I wish I could tell you he was a Disney Prince plucking you out of a crowd and wanting to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after with you, love, but all I got is a crackwhore hooker drug addict with PSTD and HIV. Few weeks back, came in with severe gastritis and puking blood. Once he got back on his feet, he was right back out into it. Now they tell me his viral load is through the roof, so he ain't been taking his meds."
Darius' eyes tored away from her to look at Spencer in horror. "He's a ticking time bomb."
Domino nodded. "Yeah. But I got a small funeral fund set aside for him. I'll probably be the only one there for it, though. Wouldn't want them just dumping him in the incinerator like he's trash. He's not. He's fallen into a trash life because of bad shit he went through, but he's a good guy. Big heart, when he's not off his face and can only think about hit next hit and his next fuck. none of this is how it looks or seems. He's as gay as a giant rainbow dildo in a pride parade. He and I, we're from Vegas. We met on the job, and got married so that if anything happened to us, at least we would have a next of kin. Only, I didn't fucking account for him losing his wallet. I kind of hope that maybe if he pulls through this, you might be able to help me..."
"I'm just a paramedic, darling. I'm not a doctor or anything like that. His issues are way out of my control. He needs some sort of intense addiction therapy," Darius told her. As much as he wished he could help in some way, this was out of his league.
"No. Not like that," Domino said quickly, before she lost his attention here. He didn't owe her anything, and he could walk out whenever he wanted. "Okay, it's like this. In as brief a nutshell as I can put it. Spencer's an identical twin. A few years back, his twin went missing, suspected murdered. They were close. Real close, as close as twins can be. He couldn't handle it, so he ran. Got messed up in drugs, then got messed up in hooking to fund the addictions. For a long while, I thought he had no one, because he wouldn't talk about his family or home at all. Us hookers in Vegas, we're a dime a dozen, and all got some sort of shady past behind up. Then he got news his twin had sort of come back from the dead, and he's here in New York. Spencer wanted to come find him, only it didn't go well at all. His twin's real messed up himself. Spent the whole time missing in captivity. He thought Spencer was dead. Since then, Spencer's just been on this path of destruction I can't get him out of. I just keep trying to care for him the best I can. He hasn't known he was Positive for long, and he ain't careful. He's already infected a guy. But he connected with you..."
Spencer was a twin. That hit close to home, and hard. Darius was as close as any twin could be to Hunter. He was shaking his head. "I don't know what he's said about me, but I didn't even know his name until you obviously tracked him down here and they could identify him. Yeah, I found him in the alley, and yeah, we sort of hooked up before that until we were interrupted, but I barely know him."
Domino's shoulders slumped. She was running out of options here. For all she knew, Spencer would die from either internal bleeding, or the untreated HIV claiming his life. If he didn't OD and do a complete job of it next time. "Look, he doesn't usually see faces in a crowd. He sees different sizes of cocks and different tightness of asses in pants. That's it. He doesn't care what the genitals are attached to, so long as they're tight and can suck. But he noticed you. He noticed your face, and your eyes, and he mentioned you to me constantly over about a week or so. You helped him, so I know you care. He might listen to you if he comes around. If you work in the medical field, whatever it is you do, you might be able to convince him to at least take his meds or get help."
"Me preaching at him probably wont work," Darius said helplessly.
"No, it won't. He's a stubborn and bitchy cunt as it is, but when he's high, he just thinks he's invincible. He also doesn't think he has anything to keep living for, so he's going to go out the best way he knows how. Drunk, high, and preferably buried balls deep in a hot tight ass," Domino countered. She sunk back in the chair.
Darius looked horrified, realising that could have been his ass, all things considered. At least he never let anyone fuck him without wrapping, but some dudes in gay bars were stupid enough to do it. "You think I can convince him he does? I'm a stranger, girl. I could be fucking Clark Kent for all he knows."
Domino nodded. "I'm sure he wouldn't be opposed if you were. I'm just asking you for help. Can you please try? If he wakes up, that is? Look, he's not a bad person. I know he would want to thank you for helping him, believe it or not. Granted, probably with a fuck," she had to add wryly. "I know, you're probably not as up for it as you were before you knew all this about him."
"Yeah, I'm kind of OCD about germs, I can't lie. I don't know where he's been..." Darius had to agree sheepishly. "I think you need to try to talk to his twin, though."
"I've tried. He's ignoring me."
Darius sighed. Fuck, he would hate to not know if something happened to Hunter. "Do you know anything about him?"
Domino nodded and took her phone out. "I know his name, his phone number, and that he's a florist. Plus, looks like Spencer, only blonde and more boy next door than Satan Worshipper."
"Then you have enough information to find him. You fielded hospital, you can field florists. If you promise to do that, I'll promise to try to talk to Spencer when he comes around. But I can't promise anything, and the only reason I'm doing this is because I'm a twin too. If I lost my brother, I probably would be in the same condition as Spencer is, yeah. That's my final offer," Darius told her, and this time, he was holding his hand out to her to shake on the deal.
Domino hesitated for only a moment, because New York was massive and she didn't know how much luck she would have tried to talk to every florist in this damn place. But she shook his hand. "Deal."
Then Darius took her phone from her as he stood and made a note in the Notepad app, saving it. "That's the name of a florist I know. Lorenzo Chevalier. He's one of the best in the business, he might be able to help you. If not, he might know someone who can hunt him down. He... has connections."
"Connections?"
"Talk to Lorenzo. I left my number there for you. Text me when he's starting to come around," Darius told her. He let his gaze linger on Spencer asleep in the bed for way longer than he probably should have, and then left to try to get his thoughts collected on this weird and confusion twist of fate.
COMPLETE
What: Long shot
Where: Mount Sinai Hospital, NYC
When: A few days after this and this
Domino arrived at the hospital room door and leaned against the frame, arms crossed. "You must be Darius."
Sitting by the bed, Darius turned and looked behind him. "I didn't realised my reputation preceded me so much," he replied, eyebrows creeping up. He had never seen her before in his life.
"You'd be surprised how much these nurses around here talk," Domino told him, sauntering into the room with a faint smirk. The humour didn't quite reach her eyes. "Mostly, I just know you are 'King Fuckgod with the Ass That Won't Quit'."
Darius blinked and then frowned, shaking his head. "I'm not following. But I feel like I should tell that even though you're very beautiful, I wouldn't know how to bat for your team if someone slapped a pussy on me and called me Wonder Woman."
Domino laughed. Now that she was up close to him, she could see why Spencer had become enraptured with him. She took the seat beside him, one she hadn't been able to coax Mitchell into occupying this time around. He was completely ignoring all her calls and texts. "Don't worry, love. I'm not hitting on you. They told me you were the one who saved his life," she explained, nodding at Spencer in the bed. He was still out cold, but thankfully stable. "Then I overheard one of them saying you knew him from a Masquerade night at the same club. I put two and two together."
"Sorry, who are you?" Darius asked. He still wasn't quite sure what was going on here.
"Domino." She held extended her hand to him. "I'm his wife."
Darius shook her hand hesitantly. "So, where were you when he was OD'ing in an alley of a gay bar and possibly getting raped during the process?" He couldn't keep the accusatory tone from his voice. He had been coming back here to see the guy since he had him brought in. Up until yesterday, he had a John Doe label slapped on him because he was still unconcious and had his wallet stolen. He had no idea, and his phone hadn't given any clues because all the contacts were in some sort of code. For some reason, he kept coming back, despite knowing nothing but the fact the guy was incredible at dancing, eye-sex, and giving blow jobs.
"It wouldn't be the first time, love," Domino offered with a shrug. As much as she wished she could control him, Spencer would never let her put him on a leash. "I was trying to pay the bills. The bastard stopped turning tricks when we got here and started given it away for free. Someone's got to fucking keep food on the table. Never quite know if the next call I get will be to come ID him in a morgue."
Darius was just gaping at her. "You're a hooker? He's a hooker?" Wait, did she just suggest Spencer had been raped before with an air of indifference if she was just commenting on the weather? "How did you know he was here?"
Domino watched Spencer sadly. "Just did a sweep of all the hospitals. He didn't come home. Figured he was either dead or back on one of them."
"This happens often?" Darius asked. There was concern edging into his words now. The accusations dropped in favour of his more characteristic caring personality that came through.
"Second time in about a month," Domino confirmed and raked her hair back off her face to pull it back in a messy ponytail with an elastic she had around her wrist. Gone were her hooker clothes in favour of a casual pair of jeans, a hoodie, and well-worn purple Converse high-tops. "I wish I could tell you he was a Disney Prince plucking you out of a crowd and wanting to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after with you, love, but all I got is a crackwhore hooker drug addict with PSTD and HIV. Few weeks back, came in with severe gastritis and puking blood. Once he got back on his feet, he was right back out into it. Now they tell me his viral load is through the roof, so he ain't been taking his meds."
Darius' eyes tored away from her to look at Spencer in horror. "He's a ticking time bomb."
Domino nodded. "Yeah. But I got a small funeral fund set aside for him. I'll probably be the only one there for it, though. Wouldn't want them just dumping him in the incinerator like he's trash. He's not. He's fallen into a trash life because of bad shit he went through, but he's a good guy. Big heart, when he's not off his face and can only think about hit next hit and his next fuck. none of this is how it looks or seems. He's as gay as a giant rainbow dildo in a pride parade. He and I, we're from Vegas. We met on the job, and got married so that if anything happened to us, at least we would have a next of kin. Only, I didn't fucking account for him losing his wallet. I kind of hope that maybe if he pulls through this, you might be able to help me..."
"I'm just a paramedic, darling. I'm not a doctor or anything like that. His issues are way out of my control. He needs some sort of intense addiction therapy," Darius told her. As much as he wished he could help in some way, this was out of his league.
"No. Not like that," Domino said quickly, before she lost his attention here. He didn't owe her anything, and he could walk out whenever he wanted. "Okay, it's like this. In as brief a nutshell as I can put it. Spencer's an identical twin. A few years back, his twin went missing, suspected murdered. They were close. Real close, as close as twins can be. He couldn't handle it, so he ran. Got messed up in drugs, then got messed up in hooking to fund the addictions. For a long while, I thought he had no one, because he wouldn't talk about his family or home at all. Us hookers in Vegas, we're a dime a dozen, and all got some sort of shady past behind up. Then he got news his twin had sort of come back from the dead, and he's here in New York. Spencer wanted to come find him, only it didn't go well at all. His twin's real messed up himself. Spent the whole time missing in captivity. He thought Spencer was dead. Since then, Spencer's just been on this path of destruction I can't get him out of. I just keep trying to care for him the best I can. He hasn't known he was Positive for long, and he ain't careful. He's already infected a guy. But he connected with you..."
Spencer was a twin. That hit close to home, and hard. Darius was as close as any twin could be to Hunter. He was shaking his head. "I don't know what he's said about me, but I didn't even know his name until you obviously tracked him down here and they could identify him. Yeah, I found him in the alley, and yeah, we sort of hooked up before that until we were interrupted, but I barely know him."
Domino's shoulders slumped. She was running out of options here. For all she knew, Spencer would die from either internal bleeding, or the untreated HIV claiming his life. If he didn't OD and do a complete job of it next time. "Look, he doesn't usually see faces in a crowd. He sees different sizes of cocks and different tightness of asses in pants. That's it. He doesn't care what the genitals are attached to, so long as they're tight and can suck. But he noticed you. He noticed your face, and your eyes, and he mentioned you to me constantly over about a week or so. You helped him, so I know you care. He might listen to you if he comes around. If you work in the medical field, whatever it is you do, you might be able to convince him to at least take his meds or get help."
"Me preaching at him probably wont work," Darius said helplessly.
"No, it won't. He's a stubborn and bitchy cunt as it is, but when he's high, he just thinks he's invincible. He also doesn't think he has anything to keep living for, so he's going to go out the best way he knows how. Drunk, high, and preferably buried balls deep in a hot tight ass," Domino countered. She sunk back in the chair.
Darius looked horrified, realising that could have been his ass, all things considered. At least he never let anyone fuck him without wrapping, but some dudes in gay bars were stupid enough to do it. "You think I can convince him he does? I'm a stranger, girl. I could be fucking Clark Kent for all he knows."
Domino nodded. "I'm sure he wouldn't be opposed if you were. I'm just asking you for help. Can you please try? If he wakes up, that is? Look, he's not a bad person. I know he would want to thank you for helping him, believe it or not. Granted, probably with a fuck," she had to add wryly. "I know, you're probably not as up for it as you were before you knew all this about him."
"Yeah, I'm kind of OCD about germs, I can't lie. I don't know where he's been..." Darius had to agree sheepishly. "I think you need to try to talk to his twin, though."
"I've tried. He's ignoring me."
Darius sighed. Fuck, he would hate to not know if something happened to Hunter. "Do you know anything about him?"
Domino nodded and took her phone out. "I know his name, his phone number, and that he's a florist. Plus, looks like Spencer, only blonde and more boy next door than Satan Worshipper."
"Then you have enough information to find him. You fielded hospital, you can field florists. If you promise to do that, I'll promise to try to talk to Spencer when he comes around. But I can't promise anything, and the only reason I'm doing this is because I'm a twin too. If I lost my brother, I probably would be in the same condition as Spencer is, yeah. That's my final offer," Darius told her, and this time, he was holding his hand out to her to shake on the deal.
Domino hesitated for only a moment, because New York was massive and she didn't know how much luck she would have tried to talk to every florist in this damn place. But she shook his hand. "Deal."
Then Darius took her phone from her as he stood and made a note in the Notepad app, saving it. "That's the name of a florist I know. Lorenzo Chevalier. He's one of the best in the business, he might be able to help you. If not, he might know someone who can hunt him down. He... has connections."
"Connections?"
"Talk to Lorenzo. I left my number there for you. Text me when he's starting to come around," Darius told her. He let his gaze linger on Spencer asleep in the bed for way longer than he probably should have, and then left to try to get his thoughts collected on this weird and confusion twist of fate.
COMPLETE