Most famous for: Oscar winning role in “The Pianist”; freaking hilarious role in “Darjeeling Limited”
Freak factor: The Nose, followed by obvious weirdness in general
Photo Courtesy of David Barrington
Sunday morning found the pair of them asleep, sheets in wild disarray from the activities of the previous night. They clung to each other without knowing… each lost in some fleeting dream or morbid nightmare. At last, he opened his eyes and beheld her.
“Hello beautiful” He croaked, in his strange, Eastern-American accent. She opened her eyes, confused, and grunted something unintelligible.
“Umm… hi.” She answered, surprised.
It was apparent that she had not retained the memory of their affair as she slept. She paused, puzzled, her body tense as she wondered how rude it would be to run screaming from the room.
“And you are?” She said, jokingly, attempting to ease the awkwardness she so clearly felt.
“Aww…” he teased, “You don’t remember me, Verona?”
He rolled her over onto her back, arms still wrapped around her, as it became clear that he wanted to have another go.
“Right, listen…” She said, her discomfort increasing by the second. “This might be a good time to tell you that my name isn’t Verona.”
“It isn’t?” He asked, loosening his grasp only slightly as he peered into her face. “I was sure that’s what you said…”
“It is, yah.” She said, her tone flat and completely devoid of anything that could possibly be perceived as interest. “I lied. It’s Amber, and if you don’t mind, I’d love to brush my teeth and put some clothes on.”
“Well, pardon me!” He said in that casual, mocking way in which he seemed to say everything.
She got up quickly and shrugged into a white hotel robe, crossing the room to the sink, her body angled away from him as she attempted to locate a toothbrush.
“Was it really so bad?”
“Hmm?” She mumbled, brushing her teeth violently and barely looking in the mirror.
He was still in bed – his long, narrow body covered by a white sheet from the waist down. His head was propped against a pillow as he gazed at her, amused, but curious.
“I thought it was pretty good!” He teased, smiling.
“Oh… I guess.” She answered, in that simultaneously light, breezy, and dismissive tone.
“Well, you sure were a good fuck.”
“Okaaaay…” She said, the breezy quality disappearing from her voice.
“Oh, come on Amber!” He said, almost purring.
“It’s not as if this was all my idea… we are in your room, after all.”
Christ, he was right. She knew he was right. Vague images began to re-shape themselves in her mind, as she struggled to remember exactly what had happened.
A piano. There had been a piano. But why?
“Did I… sing?” she asked, nervously, attempting to piece it all together.
“Of course!” He laughed. “I played for you… ” He continued, as he sat up and picked his pants up off the floor, searching his pockets for something.
“Great.” She muttered. “How drunk was I?”
“That’s hard to say…” He answered, fishing out a cigarette and sticking it between his lips. “I was pretty shit-faced myself.”
He lit the cigarette.
“Could you not smoke?” She asked, annoyed.
“Come on!” he crowed, cigarette still in his wide, smiling mouth.
She sighed. “So you don’t remember anything.” Clearly, this was not something he found upsetting.
“I remember some things…” He said, dragging his eyes suggestively from her neck downwards.
She blushed and rolled her eyes. It was hard to stay upset with someone so buoyant. His cheerfulness was beginning to get to her. As was his confident, relaxed manner. She eyed him suspiciously, looking for some sign of greed or malice. But all she saw was his dark brown hair, that boyish smile that lit up his entire face, his bare chest, and that stupid sheet.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, smoothly. His strange green eyes fixed on hers as he took in her change of expression.
Somehow, she no longer looked as uncomfortable and frantic as she had before, but amused… her body language altered ever-so-slightly.
She hadn’t even noticed the change until he mentioned it. But it made sense. She had remembered something too.
“Get back in bed, you bitch.” He grinned.
She laughed and shook her head.
And then, she did.