Who: Freddie and OTA What: Angry Primadonna arrives Where: Downtown Lawrence When: Late at night 20th Rating: TBD, Freddie'll curse Status: In Progress
One night in Bangkok and the world was his oyster, sure he'd believed it but now, sitting in a seedy bar, sipping a scotch and being propositioned by women, not to mention the boys. Freddie was furious, with everything, with the world.With himself. Because there was something wrong with this picture. He'd done it all, everything he should have to be a good American, a good person even, and this is how he was repaid. This was the thanks he got. Anatoly getting the applause, Florence still despising him. He should just have gone after that commie woman to even the score. See how Anatoly liked it. But she was what she was and Freddie had his standards. And so he'd just left, just walked away from Global, from the world of Chess and decided to see how he fared outside it, Maybe he'd sell his story to the papers. Maybe that was the way to go with things. For now though him and the glass of scotch at the bar in front of him were getting aquainted. Scotch'd never leave him, never betray him the way Florence had done, the way Walter had done. It'd never tell him he was selfish or treat him like he was a madman. No, it'd be there for him wouldn't it, all the way. He closed his eyes, downing the whole glass and ordering another as he opened them to look down to the barmaid.
The barmaid was gone, so was the bar, so was the whole building. Instead there were cars busily whizzing past him, cars he'd never seen anything like before. Instinct told him to look at the numberplates of course but he found himself wishing for all the world that he hadn't. 09, 10, Did that mean 2010, That'd make it nearly 30 years on and that was insane. That was all completely and utterly insane. Not to mention impossible. He didn't just fall asleep in a bar and wake up having missed most of his life. On the upside it probably meant his Mother was long since dead, he thought ironicly, laughing mostly out of nervousness and a great deal of shock.
"Hello" he said eyes widening as he spoke, "I need...can you tell me where..." What did he ask for, there were so few people he wanted to see, but if he was back in a city. "...I need a phonebox and the number for Global television"
"Never heard of them," said the guy whose arm he'd grabbed. "And don't you have a cell?"
A cell? He didn't understand, "Do I have a cell?" he repeated as the boy retrived the phone from his pocket. It was tiny. And blue.
Maybe it was the future. Ugh he hoped not, still, at the very least they weren't all speaking Russian.