Week Nine: Saturday, June 1st, 2007
Who: Charlie and Davia When: Saturday night Where: Heaven/Hell
By the time Saturday arrived, Charlie was mostly feeling better. Well, he was feeling better about himself and his own problems. But new problems were coming to light. He was worried about the mysterious 'gift' given to Jaida. Such an expensive looking bracelet wasn't the sort of thing some random boy with a secret crush gave to a woman. Charlie felt something more was going on, and it worried him that Jaida had no fear or suspicions at all. For someone who had grown up under such difficult conditions, her survival instincts seemed to be lacking. She needed to be nervous about this and a lot of other things, but she shrugged them off. Seemed Charlie and Vivian would have to be the ones to look out for her, since she was clearly not thinking about herself.
But, he tried to put his worries aside for a few hours. Jaida wasn't in any immediate danger, at least he didn't think so. It was just a situation that would need to be monitored, and he could continue to do that while still enjoying himself by going out clubbing for the night. He could also keep the company of another woman. Probably wasn't good for him to be spending most of his time split between his dog and two women who were fucking each other.
Things had been so very interesting with Davia the other evening. She'd had the unique opportunity to experience the lessor seen side of Charlie before the more obvious one. Normally, time spent alone on a beach with a beautiful woman would have resulted in something more physical, less conversational. It was strange to have connected with her without actually 'connecting' with her. He was hoping to show her his less serious side tonight, because she'd really seen a rather sullen version of Charlie the other evening.
Hoping to start things off on the right note, he'd made sure to dress a hell of a lot better for their date. A casual black suit with a charcoal grey shirt underneath showed some sophistacation. Davia seemed to be a classy woman in an otherworldly sort of way. He didn't know what she'd be wearing, but no doubt there'd be an elegance to it, so he kept the lines and colors of his appearance clean and subdued. Still, there were little notes of typical Charlie style. He wrapped a deep red scarf around his neck, and plopped a fedora hat on his head, tilting it in the mirror as he wore a cocky smile. He could have been a modern day gangster.
When the time finally arrived for him to meet his date, Charlie pocketed his keys and phone and hit the door. They'd agreed to meet outside near the stables where he kept his bike. Charlie arrived about a minute early, giving him enough time to pull the blanket off his motorcycle and check that it was as clean and perfect as he'd left it.