Yeah, I'm Going To HellSubmitted by DaBeast at 2014-08-12 19:26:12 EDT
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Hell is a happy place.
Hey, didn't you hear? Robin Williams is coming! We've already got the venue lined up and his name is at least three feet tall on the marquee. Carlin's opening and we got Carson to host. Biggest event of the year and it's happening tonight! Morrison wanted to open but I told him we didn't have enough room for an ego that big and nobody wanted to hear his crybaby beatnik shit. Not tonight. No!
We didn't put anything in the star's room except for Winters. We wanted it to be special and we've got the people to make it happen. You got no idea how many projects are lined up. He's got pick of the litter, anything he wants. For a talent like that, you don't stop, you go full-tilt and straight into the wall and you're happy as hell to do it.
I might be Satan, but, hey, I know what I like.
Lilith walks into the room, all curves and grace and six-inch-fuckme heels. I appreciate the view, always have, but let's be honest: after almost three thousand years, it gets a little old.
"I need you to go see the Pope."
She smiles at me, suddenly, and the teeth are white and a little sharp. "Oh, good. I haven't had time to make his acquaintance yet." Her voice is honey and and whiskey and smooth.
"Yeah, whatever." I can't stop pacing, and I'm moving around the room, picking things up, looking at them, putting them back down again. "Tell him that we got Williams. God can suck it."
She giggles and it's like bubbles in the dark room. "He won't like that message."
"I care?" I'm in front of her and I'm looking down into her merry eyes. "Since when?"
She flexes her calves, rises onto her toes, and plants a kiss on my cheek. "You are such a child." Her eyes keep dancing.
"Only because I have the best toys." I reach up and tug on a handful of her long auburn hair. "Bye, Lil'."
She disappears leaving behind only the echo of her bubbly laughter.