49Sardonic Abstinence
The cigarette tasted bad in Gaara's mouth, but it would have to do for the time being. He had to clear his head- calm down before he went back into the studio. He absentmindedly wondered why he even put up with his boss- that small and balding fat man, who thought everything had to be perfect. Gaara couldn't see what the big deal was- what was with the obsession of perfection? It was just a porn video after all. Taking his last long drag, Gaara slowly got up from the small chair inside his dressing room. Actually, you couldn't call it a dressing room- it was more like a box you threw your stuff into while you were inside the studio. Gaara threw the cigarette butt onto the floor, not bothering to step on it, hoping the fire might catch on to something and burn the whole place down.
He walked silently back to the studio, which was only thirty yards away. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets since it was a bit chilly out. October was always cold in around here- Gaara knew this, but still refused to wear a jacket.
Finally reaching the studio, he was greeted by one of the camera men. Gaara didn't know this guys name. In fact he didn't know anyone who was working on the set. The man in front of him had glasses with lens so dark you couldn't see his eyes. Gaara stared at the man for a second and for a moment the man looked back at Gaara. Breaking from his trance, the red head pushed passed the camera man and walked towards the directors office- his boss. When he stepped into the room, he was immediately greeted with the foul smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and five minute sex. The woman Gaara was doing the scene with was in the room as well.
"Gaara!", she shouted, waving to the red head. She was blond and had deep blue eyes. She wasn't what Gaara would call pretty- but she wasn't ugly. Despite that, Gaara still hated her. Whenever he was on top of her she would always get so 'touchy'. She was one of those porn stars who over exaggerated pleasure and moaned loudly and enthusiastically at anything and everything. Right now the woman- no Gaara never did learn her name- was sitting cross legged on a chair besides the director's desk, wearing a T-shirt and panties - obviously ready for the scene.
At the mention of Gaara's name the director looked up and glared at the red head.
"Are you quite finished?", he asked in that accent Gaara loathed. Gaara hated it so much because it made the director seem smart even though he was just a perverted old man who lived to watch and make porn. Gaara ignored the director's question and rolled his eyes.
"Now we're going to try this again.", the director said despite Gaara's silence. He got up from his chair and walked quickly towards the door.
"I'm going to tell everyone that you're finally ready." The director said those words with such disgust in his mouth that Gaara had to resist the urge to chuckle. Instead he simply ignored the comment and followed the director out- not bothering to hold the door for the blond girl behind him.
Everything was ready. The cameramen were already set up when Gaara arrived at the scene. It consisted of a bed with satin sheets and multiple pillows. Gaara tried his best not to gag. The blond women behind him ran into the room and jumped into the bed- already unbuttoning her shirt. Gaara sighed and slowly stepped in front of the camera.
"Alright. It's a wrap you guys."
Gaara pulled out of the blond girl beneath him. She was sweating and breathing heavily with one arm across her eyes. Gaara rolled his eyes in annoyance. What did she have to be so out of breath for? He was the one who did all the work. He stepped off the bed and out of the camera's range and walked in his naked glory towards the corner where he left his clothes. He started with his pants first, not bothering to clean himself up. He just really wanted to get out of there. Throwing his dark shirt back on, he quickly left the room and headed out the studio.
He didn't know why he wanted to leave so badly. It was probably because of how everything turned out in the video. It was supposed to be a 'romantic' night after a honeymoon - which of course led to sex. Unfortunately, Gaara had it wrong the first time- he rammed a little to hard against the blond - too hard to be 'romantic'. The final time Gaara got it right, forcing his vomit down his throat as he listened to the woman's fake moans.
All in all Gaara had a shitty day so far, and was suddenly in the mood for some strong coffee- anything that would take away the taste of that woman in his mouth. Gaara didn't have a car, but luckily his favorite cafe, 'Quelquefois', was nearby. The cafe might have just been why Gaara rook the job in this location in the first place. It was a terrible place to work in such an explicit department. There were playgrounds everywhere, and an amusement park maybe a few blocks away. Plus, Gaara hated children, and there were a lot of them hanging around here. Still he chose the job in this area because of the restaurant nearby. No kids were allowed, and they must have had the strongest coffee there is.
Stepping into the cafe, he was greeted with the wonderful smell of coffee. He sat where he usually sat- in the far corner of the room, in a dark table. Gaara loved the smell of coffee. It was childish- yes- but it satisfied his own taste. He loved how coffee tasted disgusting, but still managed to have that wonderful smell.
The red head waited maybe twenty seconds before one of the waiters came over to ask what he wanted. That was another thing Gaara liked about the restaurant- There was always very little customers when he came in after work. The less customers, the faster the service.
"Black coffee.", Gaara said to the waiter.
"How do you-"
"Pitch.", said Gaara interrupting him. "Pitch black- not the 'cafe noir' special." he said quietly still not looking up. Gaara realized that the waiter was probably new. Everyone here knew Gaara, and they always knew what he wanted.
"Be right back." said the waiter before turning away. That was when Gaara decided to look up. He caught a glimpse of blond hair before the said waiter stepped into the kitchen. Gaara frowned. He hated blonds.
Maybe two to three minutes later, Gaara heard the waiters voice above him. Gaara had his head down on the table, his forehead laying on his arm while the other arm hung over his head.
"Your coffee, sir."
Gaara rolled his closed eyes but decided to sit up anyway. This time he looked up at the waiter. He was male - typical blond hair and blue eyes. From behind he looked like a teenager, but from what Gaara could see in the front, this was a grown man. The blond placed the coffee on the table. Gaara stared at the cup for a while before looking up at the waiter again. He was still standing over Gaara, staring at the red head intently. There was something in his eyes. Something that Gaara couldn't quite point. Then it suddenly hit him- Gaara realized what the staring was all about.
"I don't give tips." he said bluntly.
The blond blinked slowly and he seemed to come out of his trance for a moment. Then he let out a chuckle. It was a low and throaty chuckle and as he did this, he put his hand behind his head.
"Heh...I'm not waiting for a tip." he said slowly. Gaara's eyes widened a fraction at the man's voice. It was a low and deep voice. Gaara rolled his eyes and wondered why he was thinking about something like this when he could be flipping this guy off.
"If you're not waiting for anything, then why don't you just go away?" Gaara said looking away to stare at the window.
The blond chuckled again- that low and slow rumble beneath his stomach that uttered tight and controlled laughs from his mouth. That was when Gaara was struck with an annoying realization. This man was probably older than he was. Gaara sighed, with a shake of his head. The blond haired man still stood over him, with that sheepish smile on his face.
"It's just that...", he started. Gaara looked up at the blond. "I feel like I've seen you somewhere..."
Now it was Gaara's turn to chuckle. He knew very little about where the video's he starred in went, but he knew for sure that someone must've seen him on television, internet, etc. It was part of the contract.
"Seen me somewhere, hmm?", said Gaara slowly, looking down at his cup of coffee. He frowned when he took a sip. It was cold.
The blond haired man nodded his head. "Yeah. . .you look so familiar. . ."
Gaara resisted the urge to chuckle again. He was curious to know where the blond had seen him- even though he was pretty sure it was from a porn video. "Where have you seen me before?",Gaara asked slowly, taking another sip from his cold coffee.
The blond haired man smiled. "On the internet." Gaara nearly smirked. The blond was avoiding the details. Gaara suddenly felt he had to make the blond confess that he watched porn.
"Where on the internet?" Gaara pestered, putting a finger in his coffee and stirring it around a bit.
"I don't remember."
Gaara paused for a bit.
Smartass.
Sighing, Gaara began to stir his coffee again.
"Really now. . .", he said slowly. He took another sip of his drink and sighed heavily. Finally, he pulled his wallet out from his pocket. "This coffee is cold." he said listlessly. "I should complain about you...but I'm too lazy..." He said slowly.
The blond chuckled again. "Then, I guess I should thank you." Gaara hated the way the blond man stayed calm and collected even as he was insulted. He pulled out a five dollar bill from his wallet and stood up from the table.
"Later." he said to no one in particular, but the blond smiled anyway. Gaara rolled his eyes at him and walked out of the restaurant. The waiter smiled and turned to clean the tables. He paused when he spotted something on the table the red head had just used.
A dark and plain wallet, lay forgotten on the table.