Sunday, October 19, 2008

 

Fiction Outtake: Rusty's Place (Trevor's Song Era)

So this was it, Trevor thought as he followed Mitchell off the elevator and down the narrow, dark hallway. This was the other love shack, the one Mitchell bonked Rusty in when he wasn't doing her in his own place. Trevor wasn't so sure he wanted to go in. Hell, he wasn't sure why Mitchell wanted in Rusty, but the big idiot had never been the smartest thing around when it came to girls.

At least the door to Rusty's place was cool: floor to ceiling and on these rollers that made a great noise when Mitchell pulled it open. It looked old and industrial and was almost as interesting as his place.

The first thing Trevor noticed was the space. Huge. Empty. A few ugly couches, a few lights set around them like he'd seen at photo shoots the band had been on. And a drafting desk, white, facing the couches.

A couple of mismatched throw rugs on the floor. Rusty's bike by the door, and hooks for keys and shit. Not hooks, he realized as he looked closer. Carabiners. They made stealing her keys pretty fucking hard, the way they were rigged, there. It was almost a good idea.

Behind the drafting desk, he saw a couple of stools, one of which held Her Rustiness. Her shadow fell behind her on one of those screens for privacy that had some soothing nature scene painted on it. That must be her living space back there, but damn if Trevor could see any of it. Damn if Trevor wanted to see it.

He hated to admit it, but the whole place added up to some sort of artsy style. A little too serious to be a student's digs but at the same time it was obvious she wasn't on easy street. If this wasn't Rusty's place, he might even have been able to respect the person who lived here.

"Hey, you're here," she said from behind that drafting desk. She lifted her head and pierced him with those damn eyes of hers. Trevor still didn't understand how Mitchell had found a girl who had the famous Voss eyes.

"Yep," Mitchell said, crossing the couch area and going over to Rusty. He put his hands on her waist and kissed her like he was trying to crawl down her throat. All of him, not just his tongue.

Trevor looked around, wondering where the bathroom was. Just in case bad judgment got the better of him and he decided not to yak on her floor. Watching her clean up that mess would be sublime -- assuming Mitchell didn't make him do it himself, which the idiot would probably do. After all, Rusty might get her precious self dirty or something.

He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It hadn't hit him; it couldn't be Mitchell. That meant…

He jumped again, away from Rusty this time. He gave her a quick once-over: paint-covered sweatpants that used to be grey and a sorta snug but not tight t-shirt. He couldn't deny she had a good shape. Even worse, the paint streaks brought that out.

That she was barefoot didn't surprise him. Mitchell would have to fall for someone who hated clothes as much as he did. It was that simple, until you got to the eyes. That was just fucking freaky.

"Hi, Trev," she said like he hadn't just handed out this insult by getting away from her touch. Sometimes, he thought she was clueless, but then he looked in those eyes and knew better. The Queen of Polite, that's what he ought to call her. Maybe he would -- except Rusty fit so much better. And it pissed her off.

Trevor realized he had no cranky comeback for her. Nothing about the lack of walls helping make sure she didn't get lost. Nothing about the high ceilings or those couches. Nothing.

Mitchell growled and stuck an elbow in his ribs. Trevor glared at him and reached for his cigarettes.

"Let's get rolling," Mitchell said.

"I need to change," Rusty said. She vanished behind the stupid screen.

"You can't change enough," Trevor told her and placed an unlit cigarette in its usual place at the corner of his mouth.

"How did I know you'd say that?" she asked. It was weird, talking to her like this. He couldn't see her but nothing was muffling her voice. It was like talking to someone who was invisible. Then again, life would be better if she wasn't there at all.

"Maybe you're a fucking clairvoyant or something."

"Maybe I'm just smart," she said, coming around the screen all dressed in jeans and another t-shirt, this one without paint on it. "We ready?" She held her arm out. Mitchell grabbed it and wound it around his waist.

Trevor tried not to gag. "I'm readier than you'll ever know," he said.
"Good thing," she said as Mitchell took a swipe at the back of Trevor's head. It wasn't hard; just enough to remind him to watch himself. Like he'd do anything else here in Rusty's lair. If she'd used it to snag Mitchell, there was no telling what she'd do to him.



So you've met Trevor, Mitchell, and Kerri over the past week. Now you get to see them in action, as part of the Sunday Scribblings prompt.

I don't know about this one. For those of you who're regulars, I'm going to drive you NUTS when I say this: it feels like it belongs right inside of
Trevor's Song. Sorry, but it's true.

Stay tuned for news on how to help get that book into your hands. There's a lot brewing behind the scenes here. And yes, you'll like it all.

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Comments:
I like this! You got a lot of information into a small package-- not just the description of the apartment but the way it describes Kerri, who Trevor is so jealous of because he can't figure out how to deal with the fact that she's one of them.
 
There are some very complicated relationships in these outtakes. Which is what makes them just like real life - for an ex-rocker, of course ;-)
 
Umm I heard through a grapevine from a certain NYT bestselling author that Rock stars are going to be a big thing in fiction soon.

It's coming.
 
""I need to change," Rusty said. She vanished behind the stupid screen.

"You can't change enough," Trevor told her and placed an unlit cigarette in its usual place at the corner of his mouth."

loved these couple of dialogues..
 
I so love those outtakes!
 
Enjoyed reading this and watching the triangle develop.
I like your direct writing style!
 
I feel like I could just go over there and hang out right now...
 
From Amy's lips...

I really liked this one, the description of the loft was great, you could almost smell the paint, and I like all the confusion simmering just underneath Trevor's surface.
 
From Amy's lips, indeed!
 
I love the description of Kerri's digs, and you do a great job showing the multiple levels of dynamics between her and Mitchell, her and Trevor, and Trevor and Mitchell. :)
 
Hmmm, are we jealous, Trev? Nah! Couldn't be. :)
 
Well, this is different because I never had the urge to hang out with rock stars, but I know many that have the fantasy, like my 61 year old sister with the Rolling Stones and she would be in heaven. "More Power To Her"
 
Maybe I should've read the post below this one first because I kept wondering who this new Rusty character was.... duh! Great post, I could totally picture her place :)
 
You are very talented. Love this.
 
I liked this, too. You do really great characters, Susan.
 
Thanks, everyone!
 
I'm very excited about the potentioal news re. Trevor's Song... can't wait to hear more!

This was a great outtake. Loved the dialogue, showing Trevor as the jealous big kid and the softer side of Mitchell (but still keeping Trevor in check!). Great stuff.
 
Great post. And if it belongs in the book...put it in there.
And if you ask me (bearing in mind I haven't read the whole thing...yet) I'd say it needs to be in there as well. :)
 
Ann, problem is that it doesn't advance the story any.

So it'll have to join a Demo Tape collection one of these days...

(what's a Demo Tape collection? Wait and see! You'll like it!)
 
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