James March: Godawful Opinions
Today in the Blue Parrot lounge it was pretty dead. You and your lovely boyfriend, James were having a drink together, sitting at a table near the bar that is overlooking the lobby.
Liz was tending the these two girls, a brunette and a blonde, at the bar. They looked like they were in their mid 20’s or so. You noticed that every few minutes they would glance at you and James, but you didn’t think anything of it.
After finishing the last of your drink, you decided it was your time to head back to the room the two of you share to start getting ready for dinner later. “I’ll see you soon for dinner, love.” You stood up and gave James a kiss on the cheek, then picked up your empty glass to hand to Liz, but James stopped you by lightly grabbing onto your wrist. “Not to worry, darling. I’ll have Liz tend to this.” James smirked at you.
You smiled with nod, then went on your merry way.
James signaled for Liz to take your empty glass, which she did willingly, then she made her way to any tables that needed a wipe down.
The two ladies at the bar weren’t being discreet whatsoever because they glanced at James with a smile which he obviously noticed. They were now brought to his attention as he’s smoking a cigarette. Being silent about the words they exchanged to each other was their downfall because James can hear everything they’re saying perfectly clear. He was also smart enough to know those were about you.
“He is way out of her league. Ew.” Said the blonde to the brunette friend.
“Yeah like what does he see in her? I bet you I could take him from her if I tried.”
Liz couldn’t help but overhear as well, so she looked over at James and notices that the grip on his glass of bourbon is getting tighter while his eyes are facing the lobby, trying to tune them out. If he was to put anymore force, the glass itself would shatter.
“I’ll be right back. Going to use the bathroom.” The blonde said to her brunette friend, then left to the restroom.
“Liz Taylor.” James called in his naturally loud voice, making Liz flinch from surprise.
Liz walked towards James with her nose in the air. Typical Liz Taylor attitude. “What can I do for you, Mr. March?”
“Would you be a darling and handle that vile creature for me?” James said in a low tone while scowling at the remaining girl at the bar. “Oh and please hurry.” He signaled with his head in the direction that the girl’s friend left to the restroom.
“Oooo I’d be happy to.” Liz gave an evil grin, then went behind the bar to grab a cloth and soak it in chloroform. Thankfully, the girl didn’t notice because she was too busy scrolling through her phone.
Successfully, Liz knocked the brunette out cold and left to take her to one of the vacant rooms on Floor 7, tying her up once she got there.
When the blonde came back from the bathroom, she looked puzzled as to where her friend went and called her cell phone. The cell phone rang in James’s pocket, which caused the girl to question his motives. “Um, w-why do you have my friend’s phone?” She stuttered from fear because at this point, she answered her own question in her head.
Her first instinct was to run, but James quickly stopped her and picked her up over his shoulder. “Help me! Somebody help me! He’s going to kill me!” She kicked and screamed, but the only people that could hear is Iris, standing behind the reception desk. Iris ignored the girl because it was obviously normal to her.
James, too, brought the blonde to the same room on Floor 7 that her brunette friend is held in.
Entering the room, Liz was there awaiting on James, with the brunette laying on the bed, her face red and forehead sweating from fear. Her wrists and ankles were also successfully tied together by Liz.
“Put the tramp over there, would you please?” James said to Liz, throwing the blonde to her, then pointed to a gap in the wall. The blonde knew exactly what James was planning because she saw the pile of bricks laying on the floor. He was planning on letting her rot inside of the walls, similar to how did with his ex wife’s lover, Valentino.
“No no no! Please don’t!” She cried, but James and Liz ignored. Liz brought her over to the gap in the wall, placing her hands over her to rest on the ceiling. “I’ll do anything! Please don’t do this!” She continued.
James took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack, then put on his apron and gloves that were hanging on the coat rack. Of course, James didn’t want to dirty his expensive clothes. What else is new.
James started humming to his favorite tune from being so content with everything happening right now. Liz ignored the girl’s cries, then left the room to go back and tend to her lovely bar.
The brunette’s mouth was already filled with a hand towel from Liz being annoyed from her cries. James took out a gun from his pocket and shot her in the head without hesitation.
He exhaled from the euphoric feeling. The blonde friend, still stuck in the gap in the wall, gasped seeing her friend get shot. “Oh my god! No no no no no!” She uncontrollably shook her head in disbelief.
James grabbed a brick, then started on building the wall himself. This calmed him and he felt a relief from finally getting his murder fix.
The girl continued to cry for a good 30 minutes and felt deep regrets for what her and her friend had said. She didn’t even know that James had heard either. “Wh-why are you doing this to us?”
“I suggest you and your dead friend should have kept your god awful opinions about my queen to yourselves.” James clenched his jaw, then let out a sigh to calm himself, which he succeeded in.
“I-I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. We didn’t mean it, please. We were just stupid and drunk.” She hoped a miracle would happen and he would free her by apologizing, but never in a million years would it cross James’s mind to do so.
“I assure you it is too late for your false apologizes.” James said.
She realized that there’s nothing she could do to get out of this terrible mess, so she was hoping James would at least quickly her out of her misery. “Can you just kill me now. Shoot me. Please please, I don’t want to die like this.”
“To your misfortune, I would be denying your request. Now-”
She cut him off by screaming and crying even louder than before. “No! No! No!”
James was getting annoyed, so he walked over and stole the towel from the blonde’s dead friend’s mouth and put it in hers to shut her up. It’s amazing how James would go through such great lengths for you. Now he’s thinking if he should tell you or just spare you the trouble by not telling you?