Post by russellmorris on Jun 29, 2011 3:02:00 GMT -5
Russell Morris pulls up to his house in his Range Rover. He opens his door and sits down on his couch, turning on his TV in time to see the local sports report. After hearing his Rangers had won over the Astros, his phone goes off. Annabelle and some of her girlfriends from UT were at the NorthPark Center shopping and they decided to head out for the Dallas nightlife.
Russell: Babe, why you wanting to go downtown tonight?
Annabelle: Come on Russ, we don’t get to go out enough. Think of it as a going away party before your big debut Monday.
Russell: Alright fine. I’ll see you in a bit.
Morris heads up to his bedroom to shower up and get ready for the evening ahead. A few hours later, a horn blares from outside. Morris, at the door in a new Armani shirt and slacks, hollers up the stairs.
Russell: BABE, LET’S GO!
Annabelle emerges in a new top-end dress she had bought that day.
Annabelle: This good?
Russell: Looks nice. Glad I could get you something nice. Now, let’s go.
The two hurry out of the house and into the waiting limo. Already in there are some of Russell’s old high school football teammates and Annabelle’s girlfriends. The limo rolls onto the North Dallas Tollway and continues south. About halfway down the road, the song “Give Me the Night” by George Benson comes on the radio.
Russell: Ooo, turn it up.
Everyone else huffs and hollers at his music selection.
Russell: When you provide the limo, you can pick the music. But this music is ballin’, and we’re gonna listen to it.
The rest of the car reluctantly agrees. Morris starts singing along as everyone snickers. The car turns off the interstate and heads further into downtown Dallas. After a few minutes, the limo finally pulls up to the door at the Clear Ultra Lounge. The driver opens the door so the patrons can step out of the limo. Russell leads the group and heads for the door.
BECAUSE THERE’S MUSIC IN THE AIR…
Russell: Big Mike! Antoine! What’s happening brothas?!
Both: Doin’ solid Russ, doin’ solid. How you doin’ baby?
Russell: Going up to Pennsylvania, gonna be wrestling up there. Figured I oughta spend one last night out on the town in Big D where they know how to do it.
Antoine: Sounds good man. Well, best of luck to ya. Vault’s waiting for y’all.
Russell: Thanks Antoine. *Looking back* Come on y’all.
The upper class crowd at Clear is exactly what Russell and Annabelle have become accustomed to. The Vault, a converted old bank vault which now has become the VIP section in the club, is a regular spot for Morris and his other friends who come from wealth. The group downs a couple drinks. After a few, Russell’s old teammate at Highland Park and roommate at UT-Austin, Tommy Clements or T-Tom, decides to propose a toast.
T-Tom: Well, my best friend here is heading up north to be a professional rassler, and brotha, I just wanted to propose a toast to yours *catching himself* and Annabelle’s best success up there. I know that you will do great because, well, we’re from Texas and they aren’t. *The group laughs* But seriously, you were always a rock up at the Park, and I don’t doubt you will be up there.
The two friends embrace, finish off their Jack and Coke’s (an old favorite from their time in Austin), and continue.
T-Tom: Enough of this lovey-dovey, sensitive horseshit. Let’s do what we came here to do and send these two off in style.
Everyone who hadn’t finished their drinks finishes them and heads out to the dance floor.
AND LOTSA LOVIN’ EVERYWHERE…
The whole group wedges their way out onto the dance floor. Annabelle quits dancing with Russell for a little bit to sneak away to the DJ booth. She slips him a $100 bill to play a specific song.
Russell: *almost screaming to be heard over the music* WHERE’D YOU GO?!
Annabelle: *in the same volume* GIVE IT A SECOND!
The previous club mix begins to fade out and the beat from “I Can’t Stop” slowly grows in its place. Russell cuts a look over to Annabelle who just gives an innocent look to him before beginning to dance again. T-Tom and his other buddies who know Russell’s future use for the song hoot and holler after the song comes on. After the song fades out, Russell and Annabelle sneak away from the group and back into the Vault. Russell swings back by the bar and picks up a pair of glasses and a bottle of Riesling. When he gets back to the Vault, he opens the bottle and pours each of them a glass.
Russell: Well, I figured we needed something to celebrate on our own. Thank you.
Annabelle: For what?
Russell: For having the DJ play that song out there. For encouraging me to go after this whole wrestling thing. For just being there in general.
Annabelle: *bashfully* Russ…
Russell: I’m serious. I don’t think I would’ve done half the stuff I have done without you.
Annabelle: You know, when you asked me out back in Austin, I just thought, ‘Well, he’s got some nice clothes and a Lexus, I ‘spose I should give him a shot.’ But I never knew how well you would take care of me and everything you would provide me with. I should be thanking you.
Russell: Did you see the looks I got coming in? Like I’m a sexy man, but them guys were just slack jawed because I got the best lookin’ woman every came in this club. And they don’t get to see the woman I’ve gotten to see who has been a pillar behind me and has encouraged me to pursue something I never would have done on my own.
Annabelle: And I can bet for sure they won’t get to see the woman that you’ll be seeing tonight either.
Russell: *part laughing, part excited* Ooo mama!
The two chuckle lightly and lean in to kiss each other. The moment is unceremoniously interrupted by T-Tom and the rest of the crew.
T-Tom: Save room for Jesus kids! HAHA!
Russell and Annabelle look at the rest of the crew, who have lost it. Russell has the look of almost distain for T-Tom’s poor social skills in these situations. Russell and Annabelle stand up.
Russell: T-Tom, get a drink and get’chur sorry ass back out on that floor.
Everyone laughs, even T-Tom who downs another shot of Patròn and heads back out onto the floor with everyone else.
About 3 in the morning, everyone leaves the club. Troy and Jimmy, two of T-Tom and Russell’s old football teammates, help to carry T-Tom out of the club and the girls walk out with heels in hand talking about their upcoming plans as Russell shoots the breeze with Big Mike and Antoine, who wish him luck one more time and hope to see him again before too long. Russell tells his driver to drop T-Tom off first and end up back at the Morris house late. After the trek around the Park Cities and saying of goodbyes to Russell and Annabelle, the limo ends up with Annabelle and Russell sitting alone in the back. Russell pours the last of the champagne in the back of the limo in two glasses and the two finish it off.
The driver pulls up and let’s the two out. As he drives away, they lock arm-in-arm. When they arrive at the house, Russell and Annabelle stop in front of the door as he grabs his keys.
Annabelle: Well, I ‘spose this is the point where you are gonna think about kissing goodnight and then I have my conflict on whether or not I wanna kiss you back. *Russell rolls his eyes. She lets out a fake deep breath* Who do you think you are Russell Morris?! And what kinda girl do you think I am?! Some tramp who gives it away whenever some guy wants it?! *Russell shakes his head, provoking her to carry the joke further* Do you think you are special and because you have a nice car, a nice house, and a lotta money? *Russell kinda shrugs in agreement. She huffs even more* You better be careful or you won’t even get kiss goodnight.
Russell: *flings the door opens. While quickly pointing his head towards the open door* Get’chur ass in there.
She giggles and runs in as he gives her a love tap on her way in. As he places his keys in his pocket, she begins working towards the stairs while trying to get her shoes off. The door closes as they both scamper upstairs.
…SO GIVE ME THE NIGHT!
Russell: Babe, why you wanting to go downtown tonight?
Annabelle: Come on Russ, we don’t get to go out enough. Think of it as a going away party before your big debut Monday.
Russell: Alright fine. I’ll see you in a bit.
Morris heads up to his bedroom to shower up and get ready for the evening ahead. A few hours later, a horn blares from outside. Morris, at the door in a new Armani shirt and slacks, hollers up the stairs.
Russell: BABE, LET’S GO!
Annabelle emerges in a new top-end dress she had bought that day.
Annabelle: This good?
Russell: Looks nice. Glad I could get you something nice. Now, let’s go.
The two hurry out of the house and into the waiting limo. Already in there are some of Russell’s old high school football teammates and Annabelle’s girlfriends. The limo rolls onto the North Dallas Tollway and continues south. About halfway down the road, the song “Give Me the Night” by George Benson comes on the radio.
Russell: Ooo, turn it up.
Everyone else huffs and hollers at his music selection.
Russell: When you provide the limo, you can pick the music. But this music is ballin’, and we’re gonna listen to it.
The rest of the car reluctantly agrees. Morris starts singing along as everyone snickers. The car turns off the interstate and heads further into downtown Dallas. After a few minutes, the limo finally pulls up to the door at the Clear Ultra Lounge. The driver opens the door so the patrons can step out of the limo. Russell leads the group and heads for the door.
BECAUSE THERE’S MUSIC IN THE AIR…
Russell: Big Mike! Antoine! What’s happening brothas?!
Both: Doin’ solid Russ, doin’ solid. How you doin’ baby?
Russell: Going up to Pennsylvania, gonna be wrestling up there. Figured I oughta spend one last night out on the town in Big D where they know how to do it.
Antoine: Sounds good man. Well, best of luck to ya. Vault’s waiting for y’all.
Russell: Thanks Antoine. *Looking back* Come on y’all.
The upper class crowd at Clear is exactly what Russell and Annabelle have become accustomed to. The Vault, a converted old bank vault which now has become the VIP section in the club, is a regular spot for Morris and his other friends who come from wealth. The group downs a couple drinks. After a few, Russell’s old teammate at Highland Park and roommate at UT-Austin, Tommy Clements or T-Tom, decides to propose a toast.
T-Tom: Well, my best friend here is heading up north to be a professional rassler, and brotha, I just wanted to propose a toast to yours *catching himself* and Annabelle’s best success up there. I know that you will do great because, well, we’re from Texas and they aren’t. *The group laughs* But seriously, you were always a rock up at the Park, and I don’t doubt you will be up there.
The two friends embrace, finish off their Jack and Coke’s (an old favorite from their time in Austin), and continue.
T-Tom: Enough of this lovey-dovey, sensitive horseshit. Let’s do what we came here to do and send these two off in style.
Everyone who hadn’t finished their drinks finishes them and heads out to the dance floor.
AND LOTSA LOVIN’ EVERYWHERE…
The whole group wedges their way out onto the dance floor. Annabelle quits dancing with Russell for a little bit to sneak away to the DJ booth. She slips him a $100 bill to play a specific song.
Russell: *almost screaming to be heard over the music* WHERE’D YOU GO?!
Annabelle: *in the same volume* GIVE IT A SECOND!
The previous club mix begins to fade out and the beat from “I Can’t Stop” slowly grows in its place. Russell cuts a look over to Annabelle who just gives an innocent look to him before beginning to dance again. T-Tom and his other buddies who know Russell’s future use for the song hoot and holler after the song comes on. After the song fades out, Russell and Annabelle sneak away from the group and back into the Vault. Russell swings back by the bar and picks up a pair of glasses and a bottle of Riesling. When he gets back to the Vault, he opens the bottle and pours each of them a glass.
Russell: Well, I figured we needed something to celebrate on our own. Thank you.
Annabelle: For what?
Russell: For having the DJ play that song out there. For encouraging me to go after this whole wrestling thing. For just being there in general.
Annabelle: *bashfully* Russ…
Russell: I’m serious. I don’t think I would’ve done half the stuff I have done without you.
Annabelle: You know, when you asked me out back in Austin, I just thought, ‘Well, he’s got some nice clothes and a Lexus, I ‘spose I should give him a shot.’ But I never knew how well you would take care of me and everything you would provide me with. I should be thanking you.
Russell: Did you see the looks I got coming in? Like I’m a sexy man, but them guys were just slack jawed because I got the best lookin’ woman every came in this club. And they don’t get to see the woman I’ve gotten to see who has been a pillar behind me and has encouraged me to pursue something I never would have done on my own.
Annabelle: And I can bet for sure they won’t get to see the woman that you’ll be seeing tonight either.
Russell: *part laughing, part excited* Ooo mama!
The two chuckle lightly and lean in to kiss each other. The moment is unceremoniously interrupted by T-Tom and the rest of the crew.
T-Tom: Save room for Jesus kids! HAHA!
Russell and Annabelle look at the rest of the crew, who have lost it. Russell has the look of almost distain for T-Tom’s poor social skills in these situations. Russell and Annabelle stand up.
Russell: T-Tom, get a drink and get’chur sorry ass back out on that floor.
Everyone laughs, even T-Tom who downs another shot of Patròn and heads back out onto the floor with everyone else.
About 3 in the morning, everyone leaves the club. Troy and Jimmy, two of T-Tom and Russell’s old football teammates, help to carry T-Tom out of the club and the girls walk out with heels in hand talking about their upcoming plans as Russell shoots the breeze with Big Mike and Antoine, who wish him luck one more time and hope to see him again before too long. Russell tells his driver to drop T-Tom off first and end up back at the Morris house late. After the trek around the Park Cities and saying of goodbyes to Russell and Annabelle, the limo ends up with Annabelle and Russell sitting alone in the back. Russell pours the last of the champagne in the back of the limo in two glasses and the two finish it off.
The driver pulls up and let’s the two out. As he drives away, they lock arm-in-arm. When they arrive at the house, Russell and Annabelle stop in front of the door as he grabs his keys.
Annabelle: Well, I ‘spose this is the point where you are gonna think about kissing goodnight and then I have my conflict on whether or not I wanna kiss you back. *Russell rolls his eyes. She lets out a fake deep breath* Who do you think you are Russell Morris?! And what kinda girl do you think I am?! Some tramp who gives it away whenever some guy wants it?! *Russell shakes his head, provoking her to carry the joke further* Do you think you are special and because you have a nice car, a nice house, and a lotta money? *Russell kinda shrugs in agreement. She huffs even more* You better be careful or you won’t even get kiss goodnight.
Russell: *flings the door opens. While quickly pointing his head towards the open door* Get’chur ass in there.
She giggles and runs in as he gives her a love tap on her way in. As he places his keys in his pocket, she begins working towards the stairs while trying to get her shoes off. The door closes as they both scamper upstairs.
…SO GIVE ME THE NIGHT!
