This Is Why

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOK3ep3liFc

The cheesesteak place under the Market-Frankford El is busy. Customer after customer come and go. The smell of the onions made her hungry, but the thought of why she was there, made her lose her appetite. Violet was told to look for a man wearing some kind of open toed shoes and that he would be large.

That must be her contact. He was large and a little sloppy, and those toes; she thought "Ewwwww!" but said, "Eugene?" as he sat down with his cheesesteak. He takes a big bite of his sandwich, and stares at Violet.

He looks her up and down, like he was considering fucking her. She shot him a dirty look, not the kind he wants to see from her.

He finishes chewing and swallows. "Excuse me. It's nice to meet you Violet. Please, have a seat." He gestures towards the other side of the table from him with one hand and takes another bite with the other.

"So I hear you have an interesting story to tell?" Eugene probed.

"Not one I'm interested in telling." Violet responds. Eugene smiles and speaks again.

"Ah! This may be true, but I am very interested in hearing it." He takes another bite.

Violet glares at him over her mask.

"Is this necessary? Do you really need to know why you are being paid? Can't we just do this?" Violet just wants this over with, so she can move on with her life.

"Indulge me." Eugene takes the final bite of the first half of his stake.

"My co-staring porn producer fucked another model, and now I want him dead. What else is there to talk about, will you help me or not?"

Eugene begins to sing, "Tale as old as time, true as it can be..."

*Gut punch, "Fuck you!" Violet is not happy being made fun of like this.

"Maybe later, but for now, expand on your story, indulge a man while he finishes his meal, please?" He suggested.

She takes a deep breath and steels herself from the gut punch feeling. Violet couldn't help but feel the ache. It made her nauseous.

She began the tale with her broken phone and breaking up with her boyfriend. Craigslist and a phone call. An interview turning into an ongoing erotic artistic project. An amazing love affair with an older man. Being shown off like his prized car, which Eugene got Violet to admit to appreciating. The fight with her mother, over Nick, just before her mother's passing. Her drug addiction.

Violet got lucky, just as Eugene is on his last bite, she tells him about stealing a police car and follows it with the dinosaurs giving her a black eye. This causes the big man to nearly choke on his food and sent him convulsively coughing while reaching for his soda. She smiles for the first time since her night with Rachel a few days ago. She got up and patted his back as hard as she could.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?" He asks with his deep voice, while mildly laughing at himself.

"Things have a way of working out the way they are supposed to." She grins .

Eugene likes her. He wants to take her under his wing and turn her into the Mathilda, to his Leon; as he considers himself a professional. He decides if she was up to that life, she would have just poisoned the guy and not sought to hire him for the gruesome task.

"So what exactly do you want me to do?" Eugene asks.

Violet tells Eugene all about Nick's comings and goings. How he would need to wear a mask, so as to not be seen by all the cameras. Valuable tactical information, for the exact job at hand: "Stake out Four Suits Productions and kill anyone and everyone who goes into that room. Not only does he deserve it, but so does any woman who goes in there with him." She commands.

Eugene is surprised by how ruthless she is, he admires her for it and tells her how he feels.

"Violet said that wasn't the spirit of what she was doing. She is not angry, she is hurt, and what looks like anger, is actually righteous indignation. This is a natural reaction to being shown an indignity."

Eugene says he understands and will happily take the job, if he can have the answer to one last question.

"What is it now?" Violet demands.