The Suit

Johnny sat at the wine & dine restaurant called La Chateau, one of those fake french restaurants that’s trying desperately to be a cheap imitation of something it clearly was not.

Waiting. His eyes roved about the place before finally coming to a rest on the far waitress. She moved about with a tempered grace, a smile that came and went when meeting another persons gaze.

She was beautiful.

He ran his fingers through his hair already feeling the sweat beading across his forehead. He swiped it clean with the back of his hand. I need a cigarette. He thought as he bit on his chapped lip.

She came over without a noise as she often did, plopping down into the seat across from him, she followed his gaze, looking at the waitress he had locked onto. She slid her hand over the silverware finding the butter knife first before settling upon the steak knife directly next to it. She brought it down between his thumb and forefinger.

Johnny twisted, his eyes much wider than they were before. “Raina.” His eyes did not widen at the sight of her however, in fact they narrowed almost to pins.

“Johnny.” Her grin hid the shit head that she was. Johnny liked her not for her personality, that was essentially trash same as his, he liked her simply for her body. It wasn’t complicated. He treated her out—she gave him something else.

“Thought you forgot.” Johnny said with a slight tinge of irritation.

“Of course a didn’t forget... Kinda. I got my new game today I was setting it all up.”

Johnny’s eyebrow raised slightly before shifting his gaze away again to look at the waitress as she bent to lower wine as a true Maitre d’. She had nice thighs.

Raina pulled the knife down slowly on top of his thumb. He turned purposefully back towards her, not the least bit surprised. She was violent, ill-tempered and most of all—evil in a kawaii sort of way or whatever the hell she called it.

“What do you want?” His eyes pointed down at the menu. The perspiration from the glass of water had long since soaked into it, he had been waiting for over thirty-minutes as it was.

Her grin deepened. “Lets not worry about the meal tonight.”

Johnny felt his heart rate suddenly surge, his blood finally pumping to something besides his brain and lungs. “Alright.”

“Really? That’s it? Not going to make me stay and eat something?”

His lip curled, “Eat something then.”

“Thanks daddy.” She perked up instantly, slicing the steak knife just barely across his thumb cutting him, not to the bone, but enough to make him understand.

I’ll kill you one day.

They walked out an hour later. Agitated and unfulfilled.

She wrapped her arm around his. Although his hands were dug deep into his pockets. They passed by a store in the shopping mall, a man’s clothing store as they walked back towards her place. It was a suit adorned upon a mannequin without a head that caught his attention. It was black suit. Slim, trimmed and cut with a white dress shirt and a black tie with black sharp shoes shined to a T. He stopped in front of the glass. Something he had never done before.

Raina was startled suddenly caught off guard, usually Johnny was so focused on getting back to her place and fucking.

He looked the suit up and down just as he had the waitress. He entered into the shop without a pause, approaching the man behind the counter. “Anything I can help you with—?”

He couldn’t finish. “That suit. I want it.”

The cashier’s eyes narrowed, “I need a credit card first.”

Johnny reached into his pocket, pulling the whole pocket out, his cigarettes, wallet along with his pill bottle fell onto the floor.

“Ah shit, you take that stuff too?”

Johnny stood gripping the contents of his pockets in one hand. He slid his card across the counter. “How much?”

“It’s about six-hundred.”

It was another two hours before they were headed towards Raina’s home. A small apartment, maybe fifteen-by-fifteen. The kitchen, bathroom and bed were all in the same space. Designed by some clique of Japanese designers to help with the city’s lack of space.

They approached the building, it screamed of a neo-noir style, whoever had built the place had watched too many movies of some distant future, even though it had been built—what? Twenty years ago? He didn’t know. He didn’t care.

The elevator played a small tune. Ding, ding, la la, ding. In a repetitive 140bpm. He knew the song. Raina did as well. She started to beatbox along with it, just a simple beat and popping of her cheek with some pressure. She wouldn’t win any competitions.

The doors opened.

They stood before her door, 109, she scavenged through her purse for her keys. It was designed to look like an old 3DS, a retro game system made far before she was born. Maybe she owned one, he didn’t know. The only time he saw her playing a game was when she was attached to her computer with clothes that had month old stains.

She smirked when she found the keys. She didn’t blush. She wasn’t nervous.

He kept the suit on. The rest of his clothes were trapped in a bag. He plopped himself down in the middle of the couch that was interchangeable as her bed.

His eyes were focused on her entirely, his thoughts honed in, seeing everything and yet nothing all at the same time. It was the only way he knew how to function, yet lately he was having issues. The sweat that swamped his body at nearly all times of the day was without a doubt from the new drug he was taking called Kreeper, but he couldn’t help it, he needed it.

On the couch was something new, a helmet. It looked like a full biker’s helmet with a narrow glass viewscreen that gave an entire 180 degree view however. He set it aside.

Raina was taking a piss next to him, she stared unblinking at the 52” monitor on the wall, twenty-five cables ran to and from the monitor. He had no doubts that she was also cam girl. He was also sure she streamed some of their bouts of sex.

The violent suction of the toilet pulled Johnny from his thoughts. His head snapped around at the flush catching the sight of Raina pull her stained shirt over her head. She hardly ever wore a bra, this time however she was. It was red and frilled. Her panties however were black and by the look of them around a week unwashed.

He grinned despite himself. She saddled him. He took in her breasts. Ignoring her face completely. Nothing else mattered. But she did not kiss him as she so often did. She looked at him with her fake smile as she often would. “I want you to try this.” She reached over, picking up the helmet he had discarded earlier.

“What is it?” He eyed it before taking it in his hands, peering through the glass of the thing. “This the new game you got?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s it called?”

“Don’t know, a friend of mine made it.” She smiled before jostling her hips on top of his. “Come on, it’ll be fun... then you can have fun...”

He pushed it away, “Lets have fun now.”

“Mmm... Try it... And I’ll do that thing you like...”

His irises narrowed turning to points. She never wanted to do that. “Alright, how does it work?”

Without another word she put the helmet on him. Her fake smile turned wicked as soon as it went on. “Time to die bitch.” He heard the words, fear gripped his heart instantly.

His hand reached for her throat but there was nothing. Lights inside the helmet flashed into his eyes, a sharp zap at the base of his skull caused his arm to flop down to his lap. Raina dismounted him, pulling up her mechanical keyboard from beneath the covers.

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. Move damn it.

“Look, it’s nothing super personal Johnny. Just mostly personal.”

Shit. Shit, fuck. Fuck, shit.

“How many times have you slept with someone else?” She called rhetorical. It was a lot.

Johnny growled. I’ll kill you. He thought. She entered into a login menu on her computer where it also came up on the helmet’s viewscreen.

The name of the game appeared in the top right the helmet. Deadliest Sinner. He focused. I need a cigarette.

The letters that caught his eye was, MMO—abbreviation for Mass Murder Online. “Pit your cheaters, your ex’s, or anyone who’s done you wrong against one another! (Or maybe they haven’t done anything at all!)”

His lip curled as Raina turned around one final time to look at him, she pulled another helmet from the other side of the bed slipping it on. “If you can find me in here, you can kill me. But...” She crawled towards him, “Just so you know... I’ve killed more people in this world than you’ve ever met in your life.”

Johnny grunted his response.

“Oh, and if you mess up. You die for real.” She put her forefinger and thumb up into the air as if it were a gun against his temple. “Bang!”

Johnny had already messed up.