The X-Men: Just a Bit of Relaxing

Author:  Stacy Ricco

Note:  This is my first attempt at a SC piece. A fictive and her writer have a confrontation and things get ugly. Subreality is not mine, I'm just borrowing it. The Bouncer, the Bartender…again just borrowing. See http://www.subreality.com/sc.htm

 "You can't go in. It's Writer's Night. No fictives allowed," the Bouncer said in a very deep voice to a rather pretty, determined looking young woman.
"But I have to go in. My Writer needs me."
The Bouncer just stared at the woman in front of him.
"Please. You don't understand. She hasn't written me in months. Months!"
The Bouncer continued to stare at her.
"Okay. Two can play at this game."
The Bouncer just grunted.
"By the way you're looking very nice tonight. Black is definitely your color. Is that a Movado watch?"
The Bouncer nodded and looked away from the woman standing in front of him for two seconds. He began to shift and fidget, as if he suddenly became uncomfortable standing near this woman. A few more minutes passed and she didn't say a thing to him. She was staring at him and smiling. She inched her way closer to him and pressed up against him.
"Now, why don't you look away for two seconds and let me slip in. No one's watching so no harm done. Please sugar?" the woman said gently tracing the outer edge of his ear.
"I can't."
"Please? It's just me. Besides I'll be in and out before anyone notices," she whispered in his ear. 
The Bouncer gazed lustily at her and licked his lips.
"I'll make it worth your while when you get off duty later."
He gulped and nodded. The woman placed a quick kiss on his cheek and darted in the door. He heard "just have to love those pheromones" right before the door closed. 

"Hey you!" Alex shouted at a lone figure sitting in a quiet corner.
"Alex? What are you doing here? How did you get in? It's Writer's Night."
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You haven't written me in what seems to be forever."
"I umm….I'm just relaxing a bit. Yeah, just relaxing."
Alex stood hand on hips waiting for her writer to explain.
Knowing that Alex wasn't going to be satisfied with that answer, Stacy knew she was going to have to come up with more. "Well, see it's like this. Work and Allie take up a lot of my time and I just don't have time to sit down and write." Stacy hoped Alex would buy her excuse.
"Really? I find that hard to believe," Alex said sitting down in a nearby chair.
"Really. Life has been pretty hectic and I thought I would come here and do a bit of relaxing."
"I'm sure it has been. So those twelve hours you spend at work are really busy I take it."
"Um yeah," Stacy said with a gulp, knowing full well that Alex didn't believe her.
"Excuse me, but here's that book you wanted to borrow," the Manager said laying a book down on the table.
"Thank you."
"What's this? You're reading again? I thought we got that taken care of during our last little talk."
"It's just a book for reference."
"Right. Reference. Caesar Against Rome: The Great Roman Civil War. What does that have to do with Logan and me?" 
Stacy looked around the room looking for a way out of this mess. She was busted and there was no escaping the fictive sitting in front of her. "Um…inspiration?"
Alex glared at her Writer waiting for the real reason for not being written.
"Okay okay. I'll admit it. I've been reading books lately and not for inspiration or reference. I've been reading them for enjoyment," Stacy confessed while staring at her Long Island Iced Tea. The water from the melting ice was making interesting swirling patterns in the liquid. She was fascinated by it and wasn't aware of Alex talking to her.
"HEY!" Alex yelled bringing her Writer back to reality.
"Oh sorry. I got distracted there for a minute." She could almost her Alex growling. Alex had definitely spent too much time around Logan. The growling stopped and Alex rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it."
"I know. I'll try to start writing again."
"What do you mean try?" Alex asked with an edge in her voice.
"Okay, okay I'll write again. It's just that…."
"Just that, what?"
"I'm out of ideas."
"What?"
"You heard me. I know you're not deaf. I'm out of ideas. Well that's not true." Stacy could see that Alex was getting angrier with each passing moment. "I have two or three that I've been tossing around, but I get stuck as soon as I try to get them down into words."
"I see. Have you been taking any notes?"
"Um, well usually when I think about writing I'm in a place where I can't take notes. Like when I'm driving, or trying to go to sleep, things like that."
"I see. Well I think it's time you start taking some notes. Here let me help you," Alex said grabbing a blue bookbag that was hanging on a nearby chair. "Pen, paper," Alex said pulling said items from the bag, "and what is this?" Alex held up a cd.
Stacy's eyes went wide and a sudden sense of doom enveloped her. *Here's where Alex loses it* Stacy thought to herself.
"The Sims? You've been playing the Sims and not writing?!"
Stacy sat motionless like a deer caught in headlights. What could she say?
"No. I haven't had time even to play that."
"That's not what Aelonwyne told me the last time I saw her in here. She even mentioned you making some murals for the game."
"Okay. I'll admit it. I've been playing!" escaped Stacy's lips, knowing that it was easier dealing with Alex when you told the truth. She didn't even realize that she blurted out the truth until it was way past her lips.
"WHAT!" Alex screamed. The whole café went silent for a moment and then the dull murmur of conversation picked back up.
"I'm sorry. If it helps any, I made you and Logan. I made a house for you, well actually a castle, and I even included your childern."
"So you made me, Logan, Morgan and Mirriam and a house for us. How sweet," Alex said with the sarcasm just dripping off of the "How sweet" part.
"And your other kids," Stacy said barely above a whisper.
"What to you mean OTHER kids?" Alex eyes narrowed and bore their way through Stacy.
"Your other children that you and Logan are going to have. Of course that's if I ever get around to writing that one."
"Just how many are we talking about here?" Alex's green eyes stared murderously at Stacy. "Three? Four?"
"Five for now" Stacy confessed trying to look at anything else besides Alex's eyes.
"FIVE? What am I? A baby factory? And what do you mean FOR NOW?"
Stacy just put her face in her hands and started repeating "why me" over and over again.
Alex rolled her eyes and downed the rest of Stacy's drink. "So what are we going to do about all of this?" There wasn't an answer. A growl escaped Alex's lips and she mumbled something about Writers. Alex continued to stare at the helpless Writer sitting across from her. "Well?"
Stacy continued to babbler like an idiot, ignoring Alex. Alex, who was becoming increasingly impatient, slapped Stacy across the face. "OW! What was that for?" Stacy yelled, staring incredulously at Alex.
"To bring you back to your senses. Now what are we going to do?"
"Um drink some more?"
"Argh! Writers are more frustrating then men!" A few giggles could be heard throughout the room. 
Stacy stared murderously at Alex and had the overwhelming urge to strangle her. Some nasty thoughts suddenly popped into Stacy's head and an evil looking grin appeared on her face. *Will serve her right* Stacy thought to herself. "Well I should be going."
Alex could do nothing but stare.
"I just had a few ideas. So, I better go write while they're still fresh in my mind," Stacy said as she stood up, grabbed her bag and started for the door. The evil grin was still plastered to her face. She could hear Alex's howls of frustration from the other side of the bar and she started to laugh.