Ivory studies Blue's habits, behaviors, and schedule. appeals to him.
chef makes them a meal and messes up -- blue goes on a rampage.
ivory tries to stop him but blue stops her.
Ivory decided to stop fussing about her dreams and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She gently brushed her long dark straight hair. She had not been sleeping well since Viper's betrayal, Hawks' and Lucky's murders, and realizing Blue's true intentions with her. She stared into the mirror, and saw the broken and worn down version of a woman she didn't recognize.
She saw her dark under eye bags, indicating her lack of sleep. Every time she slept, grotesque figures and strange events took place; she sometimes wished she didn't have to sleep. She didn't want to keep seeing all of the disturbing crimes Blue had committed; yet, he slept well. It was another usual day for him; he was unfazed by the horrors and crimes he committed.
She applied under eye concealer to her under eye bags and changed into a spaghetti strap, skin tight dress that hit her ankles and contoured her body. Ivory then threw on a blue cashmere cardigan and looked into the mirror, seeing the sculpted look in front of her. Ivory didn't recognize herself; though she was interrupted when the door opened and Blue appeared.
"You're ready," he stared blankly. "I was wondering what took you so long. I see that you changed your outfit. Let's go."
He took her wrist and led her down the stairs, and the huge scenery and colors of the mansion blinded her eyes; white walls, expensive portraits, large furniture. The feel was different from the base; more color and imagery to the decoration and feel of their new home.
Blue led them to a large kitchen with marble floors and cabinets. Ivory looked up at the chandelier above her, and felt small in the humongous and dashing kitchen.
Blue sat across from her at the table where a few waiters came by with dishes of food and expensive martinis for them to dine on.
"How have you been feeling?" Blue asked her, taking a sip of his martini.
Ivory smiled. "I've been kinda tired, though maybe because everything suddenly happened. It wasn't what I expected." Then she looked at her drink and took a sip, hoping that she'd feel comfortable around him. She began to loosen up but was sober enough to ask him questions and remember his answers. "So, how about you? How have you been feeling?"
She noticed that Blue's eyes were slightly narrowed; he appeared to be glaring at the cook for some unknown reason. She realized that perhaps the cook did something wrong.
Blue stared up at her. "The usual."
"Oh, well, what's the usual."
He motioned for the chef to come over and grabbed him by the shirt, which caused Ivory to gasp. The workers stopped in their tracks at the unusual event.
"You made the wrong dish," Blue sneered, and the cook gulped.
"Sir, I -- I --" the cook stuttered.
Ivory knew that mistakes, any type of mistake set Blue off. He was short tempered indeed.
"I already told you what to make and not make, and you messed it up!" Blue shouted in his face.
Ivory got up. "Blue, Blue, I'll -- I'll eat it. I don't mind," Ivory said calmly, though her heart was pounding, and she knew the only reason she kept her cool was because of the alcohol.
Blue peered down at her with intense eyes.
Ivory felt the workers gawking at her; she was now the star of this bad dream.
"I don't mind eating it," Ivory repeated. "You can just tell him again what you want to eat. I'll have this dish. Please, it's okay." Ivory assured him, though she felt faint. She was unsure of what would happen.
"You want to know what I don't like, Ivory?" Blue's intensity diminished as he slowly asked his question.
Ivory nodded her head, though swiftly moved and grabbed the back of her chair, ensuring she was far enough away from him.
"I don't like when people speak out of turn. I don't care whether or not you say you'll eat this meal. You won't! Don't speak out of place again! I'm so sick of hearing your mouth." he sneered.
Ivory looked down; her face flushed intensely and she glanced to see the others staring at the floor.
"You're going to throw this meal out and make the duck I ordered. And you're going to get it right this time." Blue warned the chef. "Get to it!" he screeched and the workers scurried to the kitchen, bumping into each other and almost knocking glasses and plates over in the process.
"You better hope nothing breaks, or I'll wring your neck!" he barked at a waitress, who began to cry and was pulled out of the room. Blue told her to stop crying like a baby. Ivory was floored; she didn't know what to say or how to react.
Ivory kept looking at the floor and didn't move; her face started to feel cold again. Though, she tensed when she heard footsteps come closer to her.
"Look at me," Blue said.
Ivory peered at him.
"Sit down, be quiet, and don't speak out of turn. Got it?" Blue asked.
Ivory nodded. She sat down and waited silently and awkwardly for the duck and vegetables to come out; they ate in silence. As they ate in silence, Ivory learned three new things: 1. Blue always has a temper. 2. Blue's temper is worse when he drinks. 3. Never speak unless Blue wants her too, especially when he's drunk and angry that something had not gone his way.
She was just happy he didn't put his hands on her, though what Hawks told her in the dream made sense: Blue relied on Ivory; he needed her. Just because he needed her didn't mean that Ivory was going to risk her life and put it on the line for him, and all over her mouth. She made the situation worse and knew that Blue was extremely hot headed; not getting involved would make her life easier.
It felt like a nightmare that she would never get out of, though like every nightmare, there was always an ending before a new one started. Ivory was hoping to just navigate her freak of nature life and hoped that someday, the nightmares would just end.