Post by CADE LIAM RIKE on Mar 2, 2011 0:54:03 GMT -5
AND NOW YOU STEAL THE WAY
He eyed the man sitting a few tables away from him with a lingering expression that could only be read as ‘paranoia’. Cade Rike just knew that the stranger at the other table was a man only interested in taking unflattering pictures of him then selling them to smut magazines for a pretty decent price. Throughout his life, he’d grown used to the hoards of cameras and people demanding his attention, but as the game wore on, so did his nerves. He’d come to the East Hamptons as a way to ‘escape’ the fishbowl life he’d been born into (rather, sent away because he was defiling the good Rike name). Bringing his menu up to cover most of his face, he eyed the potential paparazzi person over the top of the leather-bound list of fancy foods he’d probably never eat or even have a desire to try if he didn’t think he was made of money. Quickly, he averted his gaze when the man sensed eyes boring into the top of his bent over, balding head. Nervously chewing on a nail, Cade sat the menu down and took a sip of the wine he’d ordered.
To be honest, Cade hated wine. He also hated dressing to the nines.
But having recently received a great deal of money from his last movie, he was determined to spend it like it was burning a hole in his pocket, and couldn’t think of a better way to kick off his spending spree than with an unnecessary dinner at an expensive restaurant. Without paying attention to where he was, in the heat of his paranoia, Cade Rike lit up in the middle of a fancy non-smoking restaurant. Before he knew it, the waitress he’d been looking for for at least twenty minutes practically materialized at his table and scolded the actor for smoking, she smiled sweetly at him and asked,
“Sir, if you wouldn’t mind putting out your cigarette, that would be most appreciated. And are you ready to order?”
Not too interested in ‘putting out’ his cigarette so soon after he’d lit it up, Cade looked around the restaurant, pretending to be confused as to why this woman was asking him to do such a crazy thing. Holding his cigarette between his lips, he spoke (almost as if he were surprised),
Oh, I’m sorry. Were you talking to me? Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even know it. How can I help you, doll face?
A bit of color drained from the waitress’s face and she repeated her previous statement. Taking his cigarette between two fingers, he blew smoke at the woman and mused,
Just a question, but do you know who I am?
Always that desire to be known.
The young woman nodded slightly, as if reluctant to admit that she’d watched his movies (and probably enjoyed every minute of them). Shrugging, slightly displeased with her answer, he rubbed the cigarette on the expensive tablecloth, smirking at the woman.
Yes, Cade. Burn the restaurant’s fancy ass table cloths, then ask for a free meal and see if this woman will bang you.
Sniffing indifferently, he watched with pleasure as the woman almost looked like she wanted to cry (and somewhere above the static of a lunch-rush crowd, he heard the sounds of a shutter clicking). Ignoring her tears, because tears annoyed him, Cade picked up his menu and pointed at the most expensive thing and said,
I want two of that.
o.579
open for anyone
yeah, I know. Cade's an ass.
