Lancaster's Inferno - Maleboge (Circle VIII - the Sowers of Discord)

Scene I: Las Vegas, NV - home of Kathy O'Donnell - Tuesday, May 13, 2003

Whimsy, whiskey, women.  Not always the best mix.  And, for Robert Lancaster II, one that had definite results.  The previous night's flirtations and making merry had culminated in leaving J.C. Wooloughan's Pub with one Kathy O'Donnell, the Whiskey Devil's overtly friendly waitress.

What time was it?  Where am I...  

The sun shined brilliantly and tried to power through the curtains in the sweet, buxom Las Vegas waitress' modest two-room apartment.  

I slowly opened my eyes, and rose my head off the pillow, only to be shot back down by an unbelievable hangover. I mumbled and moaned to myself as my head flopped back onto the pillow.

"Ohhhhhh Christtttt..."  I massaged my temple with my loose hand and glanced over to Kathy's nightside table.

Two opened condom wrappers lay strewn about, with their contents nowhere to be found.

I chose to substitute the blasphemous for the divine in my next utterance.

"Ohhhhhhhh shittttttttttt."

I rolled onto my back and put my hands over my eyes, realizing I lay there, nude, all semblance of pride, dignity, laying strewn like my clothes, along with my CAL World Tag Team Championship belt, which seemed to have played a part in the fun those blurry hours ago as well.

A playful giggle alerted me from my state of obliviousness.

I managed to shift my body up onto my pillow against the headboard.  Kathy stood grinning near the entrance of the bedroom, her long red hair hanging loosely near her shoulders, her white silk robe open and waving with every step, allowing me a generous look at her exuding breasts, her purple silk panties not leaving much else to the imagination.  She walked over holding a mug of coffee, smiling happily at me, managing a weak smile of my own.

"I was wonderin' when you were going to get up love."  She placed her coffee cup down on the other night stand and slowly slid her way over her silk sheets to me. I had little energy to protest let alone move.  She lay her head down on my chest, and cuddled up close to me, the alleged Noble.  I felt anything but that.

I turned my head away from her and closed his eyes, mumbling under my breath.  Kathy lifted her head off my chest and chimed in with some sarcasm.

"Aww what's wrong...not feelin as 'up' as ye were a few hours ago...can I do anythin' for ya love?"

Kathy took the liberty of sliding her hand underneath the covers and...well.

Shit, what had I done.  At least with Christine those few nights ago we didn't fuck...as much as she wanted to, I was sober enough to refuse.  Last night seemed to be the exception.  And I had had enough of her already.

Yet...thus I continue.

Slipping. Falling.  The Devil had not forgotten his pledge.

"Son of a bitch..."  She cursed under her breath.

In the meantime I managed to get myself up and dressed, only to realize I had no means of transportation present.  With little to do than wait for my coffee, I sat back down on the bed, tired, aching, wanting to get the hell out of there and back home to Lincoln to my son...and even my wife.

Lincoln.  I'd home to there for now.  Remaining in Las Vegas was not an alternative.

I had no thirst for coffee any longer.  I would have just gotten up and left, but felt that I owed Kathy some thanks for her...hospitality.

I stuck my head around the corner.  "Kathy, I'm going to leave now...don't worry about the coffee.  Thank you for getting me home safe."

"Robert, ye still have a hangover, stay 'till it's gone at least..."

"No thank you...good bye...and here."  I reached for my wallet and pulled out a few hundred dollar bills.

She stared at me.  "I'm not some whore Robert...I don't need yer money.  Just get out then."

She was obviously upset.  I took my money and apologized, and left.  I flagged down a taxi outside her apartment, and had them take me back to the Bellagio.  

Scene II: Las Vegas, NV - Bellagio Casino/Resort  - Tuesday, May 13, 2003

The sooner I was out of Las Vegas, the better. I had Christine arrange me a flight back to Nebraska as soon as possible.

I lay back and sipped on a coffee, something I wish I had accepted back at Kathy's, and simply tried to forget what had happened.

Thank Christ Stephanie would never find out about what had transpired.  I know Seamus would keep his silence about my flirtations, but if word reached her about me having banged a waitress...my exile would no doubt become permanent.

I thought about the match last night, my body also not allowing me to forget so soon.  They thrashed us quite well, Flare, Thunder, proving to all why they were tag champions, as SeX had done also.

I longed to return to the constancy of the CSWA, but then again...the CSWA's constancy was not one I particularly admired. Darkness versus Authority, Authority versus Darkness - day in, day out, week in, week out, year after year.  Those bastards, particularly in the Darkness, cared nothing for the federation except for annihilating anyone who dared oppose them.  The Authority seemed pre-occupied with fame and money, particularly their infamous deputy leader, Xavier.

Shit.  Moving about perhaps was the best thing, for now, defending the World Championship.  I shall not complain.  I shall be satisfied.

And hopefully.  Sometime.  Someday.  Some way.  Stephanie shall be, too.

You are coming to Hell.  And I shall not stop until you are here.

Treachery is upon you.  The Sowers of Discord strike at you now.

You are coming to Hell.  And I shall not stop until you are here.

Scene III: Las Vegas, NV - home of Kathy O'Donnell - Tuesday, May 13, 2003

Kathy hung up the phone.