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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Author's Note: Hello, world and my wonderful readers. How is everybody? Here's Chapter 8, we get to meet Duncan's mother! Her name was in honor of one of my favorite characters and female role models, Joan Holloway, on MAD MEN. The Polo Lounge is a tribute to Jackie Collins, one of my favorite authors. Sorry if this chapter wasn't action packed, I wanted to get into Duncan's back story a little bit and why he turned out the way he did. That and it was fun writing the dialogue for him and his mother!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN OR THE POLO LOUNGE. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
Chapter Eight: The Morning After With Mommy Dearest
Duncan's Apartment, Friday, December 5th, 10:00 am
Duncan woke up the next morning on the bathroom floor to Bowser licking his face. His head felt like a jackhammer was going on in it, his entire body ached, especially his nether regions, which were throbbing. What the fuck happened last night? He wasn't able to think it through, because his unsettled stomach started acting up and he resumed the puking that had earlier transpired. It was the only time he was thankful to have fallen asleep in his bathroom.
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Duncan walked out into his bedroom and was blinded by the sunlight that poured through the window. He groaned and shielded his face with his arm in a vampire-like fashion, immediately falling on his bed. He had only been asleep for about an hour and half when his phone started ringing. He grunted. Who the hell is calling me?! he thought before reluctantly answering the phone.
"WHAT?! (Pause.) Huh? No, I'm sorry. I knew it was you, I'm not feeling well. (Pause.) I drank way too much last night, but I know that's not entirely it. Everything is fuzzy, I can't really remember much. (Pause.) Roofied?"
Shit, that had to have been what happened! It all makes sense now, the last thing I remembered was insulting Courtney and Heather bringing me home after the bouncers threw me out… SHE SLIPPED IT IN MY RUSTY NAIL! I KNEW IT TASTED WEIRD! SHE RAPED ME! WHAT A FUCKING CUNT!
"I think you're right and that's what happened. Fuck!(Pause.) I've been yacking my guts out all night, I think it's out of my system pretty much. We're getting sidetracked though, did you look into Chris McLean? (Pause.) Only minor drug charges? Clean record since 2000? That's not what he told me. He claims to be a criminal mastermind pulling off heists left and right for years. (Pause.) He talked a big game, but it sounded more like emotional manipulation than a con. Apparently, this is the first heist he's pulled since his brother bowed out. (Pause.) You were right about the Brazilian, Alejandro Barboza, but McLean said that the mob has kept him under the radar. If only he knew. (Pause.) Man, this idiot didn't even have a solid plan. Luckily, I did. They already have this guy because of Geoff, but Chris informed us of this private jeweler Brady Benson that told him about Alejandro's $80 million black diamond inheritance, wants to act as a silent partner though. (Pause.) Of course. Two knuckleheads that only want to reap the benefits but not put in any work. Anyways, Phase One of this scheme is going down tomorrow night at The Smoking Gun, it's the cigar club that Chris owns. (Pause.) My plan is out of this world, we're going to have Tyler act as a shill that has a connection with a lucrative private jeweler, that will pique Alejandro's curiosity since he's trying to sell the diamonds. The only way Tyler got through is because of Chris, who Alejandro will want to talk to. Chris and I will call him where I'll pretend to be Brady because this schmuck isn't going to be playing any part in this. We're going to offer him over asking price and pay in counter fit bills. (Pause.) I know, we'll have them both exactly where we want them. We're already going after one, why not take down the either?(Pause.) It's been too long, and the much deserved pay off will be sweet.(Pause.)Promised a $20 million cut per guy, which will actually be $10 million for me after you get your share. (Pause.) Of course it'll be enough for me. The only person it wasn't enough for was Walter White, but that's only because those skinheads robbed him of the rest. (Pause.) Yeah, I always wondered why he didn't find out where they hid the rest. Does it matter? He's dead now. Anyways, I'll let you know what happens tomorrow night. Keep your phone on, it's going to be late call this time."
Duncan hung up the phone and snuggled back into his bed, nearly drifting off to sleep when his phone rang again. The theme from Psychoring tone only belonged to one person. "Fuck!" He muttered, rolling his eyes and once again answered an unwanted phone call. "Hello, Mother."
"Hi, Duncan? Did I catch you at a bad time?" The voice at the other end of the phone was not his mother's. It was soft spoken, rather squeaky and timid, a voice that a Disney cartoon mouse would most likely have.
"Dawn?" He figured he'd take a guess.
"Yes, that's me. How have you been? I hope everything was to your liking?"
Duncan sat up. "Yes, it was, thank you so much. What's going on, how come you're calling me, did my mother break a nail?"
"No, I'm calling to remind you about your lunch date with her this afternoon."
Lunch date? He didn't remember that. "This is the first time I'm hearing about this." Isn't it? His memory was still a little foggy from being drugged. When he saw that Heather again he was going to…
"No, it's not. It was included in the letter that was on your countertop."
Duncan smacked his forehead, which he ended up regretting. "Agh…" He cried out in pain.
"Are you ok?" Dawn asked. She definitely was a sweet one.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Alright, yeah, I'll be there." If he didn't go, his mother would never let him hear the end of it.
"Wonderful! One o'clock at The Polo Lounge. It's 9641 Sunset Blvd in Beverly Hills. I can't wait to meet you in person." The Polo Lounge was one of his mother's favorite places. He remembered running around raising hell with Owen, the manager's son. He wondered what had happened to him, they hadn't seen each other in years.
"I know, we used to go there all the time. See you then." He hung up the phone. "I'm not fully prepared for the wrath of Joan." He said aloud to nobody in particular, Bowser was sunbathing by the window. Duncan got up from his bed and back into the bathroom, popping two Motrin in his mouth and stepping into the shower, making the water ice cold to jolt him awake.
The Beverly Hills Hotel, 12:50 pm.
Duncan pulled up on his Ducati to The Beverly Hills Hotel, which caught the attention of many a passersby. He felt a little out of place but at least he looked presentable in the outfit that Dawn had left for him when he was released from prison, he switched it up a bit with the leather jacket. The valet looked excited as he handed him the keys to his bike. I bet I'm the only one showing up here in a Ducati. He thought to himself as he ambled through the hotel lobby.
Things had definitely changed since the last time he was here. Usually referred to as "The Pink Palace" the pink carpet had been replaced with marble slabs in white and taupe, posh yet stylish chairs in the sitting area. The artwork and chandelier had both been upgraded, as had the hotel lobby desk, which had a very unique pink and green mosaic on the wall behind it. He noticed the iMac computer in the corner for guests to use and a sign that said "Free Wifi". The whole place was now in hues of white, from the walls to the huge bouquets of lilies that were in large pink vases on the surrounding tables. "This place has gone modern. Sell outs." Duncan scoffed, but he had to admit it still looked immaculate. It had to keep up with the changing times, just like he was doing with his own self. He strolled into The Polo Lounge, where the maitre d' was distracted by the dessert carts that rolled by. Duncan looked closer, he recognized him. "Owen? Is that you?"
The maitre d'turned around, he was a tall man with blonde hair and green eyes, hugely obese and in a suit that was almost too small. He knew it was Owen. "Yes, how may I help you, sir?"
Duncan scoffed. "Don't give me that formal crap. It's me, Duncan Harrister. Remember? We used to play together, our moms were friends?"
Owen's face lit up immediately. "Duncan! Ahh, I can't believe it's you, buddy!" He picked Duncan up in a bone crushing hug.
"Owen, you're depriving my oxygen." He heaved against him. Owen set him down, chortling.
"Wow, this is crazy! What have you been up to? I haven't seen you in years!"
Duncan didn't really want to go into details, they were amidst mixed company. "A little of this, a little of that. What about you? Filling your old man's shoes?"
Owen gleefully smiled and nodded. "Yep! Which means I can have all the free food I want. Mmm, yummy…"
Duncan started laughing. "You always were into your food."
"Duncan? Duncan!" He turned around to see a pixie coming towards him. She was about 5"2, with platinum blonde hair and ice blue eyes, she wore a dark green suit with purple shoes and jewelry. "Hi, I'm Dawn, your mother's new assistant." Dawn grabbed his hand in a handshake. She was so sweet and gentle, he couldn't understand how someone like her could ever tolerate let alone work for somebody like Joan. Fear and a good paycheck, most likely. "
Hi." Duncan replied.
"Come with me, your mother is waiting for you." She motioned him.
"Alright. Hey, Owen. It was great seeing you, we should catch up sometime." He started to walk off but Owen grabbed him by the arm.
"Wait!" he whispered loudly. "I get off at 3. Come hang out with me in my cabana by the pool. I'll even get you some swim trunks. You look about a Medium?"
Duncan laughed. "That's right. Sounds like a fun time, I'll be there." He walked off and followed Dawn. I'm going to need it once I'm done here.
Unlike the hotel, The Polo Lounge hadn't changed at all. It still had the same green and white striped ceiling, green walls, and white paned windows. Dawn led him to a luxurious blue booth where his mother was seated. Joan Harrister-Lang.
With the exception of more work that had been done to her face, she was still a beautiful woman. Thick jet black hair that went to her mid back, hazel eyes with long eyelashes, medium olive skin, and 5"5, Duncan always towered over her it seemed like. At 46 years old, she had managed to keep her slim figure, thanks to the top personal trainers and dieticians in Beverly Hills, both of whom she was most likely fucking behind Husband Number Five's back. Despite how beautiful she was, Duncan still viewed her as malevolent and cold.
"Duncan, on time for once. I must say, I am surprised." She looked lovely in a pink Chanel suit, her hair blown out, a cigarette in her hand even though The Polo Lounge now only allowed smoking outside. His mother always had to be snarky to him.
"Hello, Mother. You're looking radiant. Did you just get your Botox injections for the month or are you screwing a Cabana boy?" Her jaw dropped to the floor, he gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down.
Joan pulled herself together and turned to Dawn. "You wouldn't believe that this was my son. Would you, Dawn?"
Dawn didn't know what to say, she didn't want to be in the middle of this. "I think I'm going to give you two some time alone. I'll go check and see which masseuse will be doing your afternoon massage." She scurried off without another word.
Joan turned back to Duncan. "She seems sweet. What the hell is she doing working for you, Cruella?"
His mother ignored the jab and tapped at her cigarette. "She's a working girl, a naïve one at that. I can trust her."
Duncan raised his eyebrows. "You mean you can manipulate her."
She inhaled her cigarette. "If that's what you think."
Duncan watched his mother, she always inhaled a cigarette deeply whenever she was secretly annoyed. "It's what I know. Anyways, why am I here? What's the point of this meeting?"
Joan looked over at him. "What? I can't have a visit with my son?"
He scoffed. "Not when I'm sure you have something up your sleeve, so spill." His mother always had a motive.
She didn't used to be like this. When his father Michael was still alive, she was very caring and sweet, he thought the world of her. Things were better, his parents were so happy and in love. His father passed away when Duncan was fourteen from an early onset heart attack. He had left his printing empire to Duncan, who was too young to take over, leaving his mother in charge, who then sold the company for a ridiculously low price. He had never forgiven her for doing that, he wanted to be the boss and fill his dad's shoes, to make him proud, she had taken that dream away from him. The loss of her husband turned her into a gold digger.
Husband Number Two was a retired cowboy past his prime. When he passed away shortly after they married, his son and daughter attempted to make sure that Joan didn't get a dime of their father's money. After much arguing and manipulation, they all came to an agreement. Husband Number Three was the son of Husband Number Two. He had a change of heart and was only ten years older than Duncan. Another manipulation tactic on her end, she bled him dry in their divorce and ran off with Husband Number Four, a soap opera actor twenty years her junior. She was with him more for the sex rather than love. Joan had helped launched his film career and got half of his earnings in that divorce.
Now, she was on Husband Number Five, a jolly plastic surgeon who bore an uncanny resemblance to Rob Reiner. It was her dream come true, having a top plastic surgeon at her beck and call and free of charge. She spent her days blowing his money shopping, lunching with her friends, lounging by the pool in their Bel Air mansion, or pretending to be a humanitarian by throwing fundraiser benefits. All for attention. His father's death was the cause of Duncan's rebellion, starting off with tagging the walls and having sex in the bathroom of Harvard Westlake. He had gone to juvie for the first time for stealing a neighbor's Jaguar, then again for vandalizing another neighbor's house. His mother did nothing to stop him, even though she claims to have tried.
"Stan, your stepfather, wants you to move in with us. You'll have your own wing and a job at his office. He thinks you should be with your family instead of by yourself, where you're likely to get into trouble again."
Duncan was outraged by that. "Ok, first off, Stan is not my stepfather. To me, he's nothing more than Husband Number Five. I had a father, it's not him. Second, no way am I moving in with you. I've been taking care of myself for a long time, thank you very much. Don't even get me started on how you low balled my inheritance. I read Dad's will and you tampered with it." His mother once again looked shocked.
"You'll get the rest, some day. You should be lucky that Stan has taken an interest in you. You've done such a fine job taking care of yourself that you ended up in jail. What was it for again? Oh, drug hustling. How could I forget? You were always trying to make me the community embarrassment. The only way I redeemed myself was by hiring Danny for you."
"No, Mom. You were the embarrassment, getting a new husband whenever the seasons changed. I was trying to break away from you because you completely changed into a cold hearted bitch who only cared about herself and maintaining a luxurious lifestyle. I know where I'm not wanted, which is why I'd never come back. I was framed, you know that and Danny knows that. That bastard Trent is the one to thank, he turned on me! Took my girl and two years of my life away from me. I'm sure Gwen was in on it the whole time. Things were fine before that all happened, but it doesn't change the fact that you weren't there when I needed you."
His mother laughed. "Needed me? Duncan, I made sure you had the best of everything. Tutors, schools, clothes, a coach when you wanted to go into that ridiculous MMA fighting. Whatever you wanted, you got. It was those seasonal husbands that paid for it all. What's the pay I get in return, hmm? My sweet little boy has turned into an uncouth delinquent who threw his future away for some girl."
Before he could reply, one of the waitresses approached their table. She was a heavyset brunette, with perfectly straight teeth, a few moles on her cheek, beady eyes hidden behind large black rimmed glasses, and her frizzy brown hair tied back in a ponytail with a scrunchie. She was pretty mousy looking to be working at The Polo Lounge, in a town where superficiality reigned supreme, forever and for always it seemed like. She probably knew somebody. "Good afternoon. My name is Beth and I will be your waitress. May I start you out with any appetizers?" She kind of had a lisp.
Joan shook her head. "No, thank you. I'll have the Dungeness Crab Cake and another dirty martini, please. What would you be having, my darling son?"
Duncan smirked at his mother, "Well, my darling mother." He turned back to Beth, flashing his killer grin, which made her blush. "I'll have the Polo Lounge Steak Tartare and a Bloody Mary. Keep them coming and there's an extra $10 in tips for you, sweetie."
He winked at the girl, who started stammering. "I-I'll be r-right back with your drinks." She dashed off, leaving Duncan and Joan to resume the conversation that had filled the restaurant's atmosphere with an undeniable tension.
"You always did know how to melt the girls, it caught them off guard for when you would break their hearts. That's probably how you got that black eye, isn't it?"
Duncan smirked again. "What can I say? I learned from you, Madame Ball Buster. It was from a girl, the soon to be lady in my life. She's a feisty one, but she will be mine." He thought of how Courtney and his mother would get along, they'd either butt heads or be the best of friends.
"So sure of yourself. I'm impressed by that shiner, she looks like she can fend for herself, and what does this one do? I hope to god she's not another Gothic Lolita"
"Her name is Courtney and she's a ballerina." He had no idea if she had a day job, but he could tell from the way she danced that she had to have had some training at some point in her life. He also didn't care that he was already thinking he had her, he knew he was going to have to work hard for her to be his.
"A ballerina, huh? Impressive indeed. Although, the last place I'd ever picture you at would be the ballet." This was stressing him out, he snatched Joan's box of cigarettes and pulled one out. "Help yourself, why don't you?"
Duncan lit up and took a long drag. "You're welcome, Mommy Dearest."
She rolled her eyes at him. "You know how I hate it when you call me that."
Tapping his cigarette, he looked at her. "You know how I hate it when you try to fit me into your cookie cutter world. That life isn't for me. I'm not the same guy that I was when I was thrown in the slammer. I've got a new gig lined up that's legitimate and I'm getting my life on track, I've matured since the last time we saw each other. I'm still your son, but you need to be my mother, not only when it's for your convenience. What happened, Mom? We used to be so close, then Dad died and you turned into some Beverly Hills cliché."
There was a long silence before she finally replied, which had only been interrupted by Beth bringing their drinks and Joan putting out her cigarette in exchange for a sip of her martini. When she did, she had a sad look in her eyes. "Duncan, I know. I know that I've changed and in your eyes, not for the better. I loved your father with all my heart, he was my first love. When he died, I lost it wholly. My sanity, my will to live, my heart had been smashed into a million pieces. Some people never recover from losing their one and only, I would never wish it upon anybody. Nobody has ever filled the void since then. I've accepted living the rest of my life without my soul mate. I had to do what was necessary to hold it together for your sake. It would have been selfish of me to commit suicide and leave you all alone, so I did what I had to do to make sure that you had a good upbringing. Your father's business was about to plummet, it's why I sold it at the price I did. I know you wanted to take over and that you've never moved on from it, but it was pointless to hold on to a dying enterprise. I went about this in the wrong way, I should have been more attentive to you instead of relying on money to fix your pain and problems." He wasn't sure if she was going to cry, the fresh Botox injections prevented any wrinkling emotion to show on her face entirely.
"What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry. I know that it can't reverse the damage that has been done, but hopefully, it will help us move forward. I became addicted to living this lavish lifestyle and did whatever I deemed essential to keep us in it, but it did turn me into a very selfish and vain woman. Even though you may not view it like this, every move I ever made in the past twelve years, I did it for you. That's why Stan and I want you to move in with us, so I can make up for lost time and help you into a new life."
Duncan couldn't believe what he was hearing, and thought it was almost too good to be true. Joan Harrister-Lang, his blood sucking, silicone injected, gold digging mother, was showing remorse! He wanted to laugh, but the sorrow was starting to creep up on him. She was right, damage had been done, but she wanted to turn over a new leaf. He hadn't exactly been an angel to deal with.
Joan took another sip of her martini, but was startled when Duncan had laid his hand on top of hers. He looked at her, his gaze was solemn yet understanding. "Mom, I do know that you did everything you could. Dad's death changed both of us tremendously. I was only acting out because I didn't want to deal with anything and I wanted to distance myself from you. I kind of thought of it as doing you a favor. Pretty stupid of me. I guess we were both looking out for ourselves instead of each other at some point. I'd like it if we could start over also. We're not doing anything but hurting ourselves by holding grudges."
She gave him a small smile. "Good, I'm glad. So you'll move in?"
He returned the smile but shook his head. "As much as I may want to, I can't. I need to go back to doing things independently, it's for the best. I can't always rely on somebody to take care of me. I hope you understand."
His mother looked as disappointed as much as her face would allow her, but she nodded, accepting what he had to say. "I support and respect your decision, and I know you can make it. There's so much of your father in you, Duncan. You're his spiting image, I see him every time I look at you, and you also have his drive and stubbornness." They both shared a small laugh over that. "In all seriousness, I think you just lost your way, I believe that you'll be able to stay on the right path this time around. If you ever need anything, you can always come to me and Stan. Even though he's not your father, he's a good man and he'd like to be part of your life." It would be a long time before that happened, but he wasn't fully opposed to it. Stan had always been kind to Duncan whenever he saw him. "We'll see where things go." Their heartfelt moment was broken up by Beth bringing their food. He released her hand. "Why don't you tell me about this new job you mentioned?" She asked, cutting up her crab cake.
Duncan wiped the garnish off of his steak. "It's club promotion for some of the clubs out in Hollywood, my buddy Geoff got it for me." No way in hell was he about to tell his mother that he was going to be partaking in an $80 million dollar pigeon drop…
An hour later...
They had finished their lunch, both thankful that the ambiance had become somewhat comfortable. It had reminded Duncan of when his mother used to bring him here when he was little, it gave him a warmness that he hadn't felt in a very long time. He had walked her to the spa, her arm linked through his. Duncan became her new Louis Vuitton purse, she showed him off to all her acquaintances they came into contact with on their way to the spa, but he thought it was sweet instead of obnoxious. "Thanks for lunch, Mom. I had a nice time."
Joan smiled up at him. "So did I. I'm really glad we talked things out."
"Me, too. Maybe some time the three of us could do dinner or something."
Joan's smile widened, again, as much as the Botox permitted her."I'd love that. Your birthday is coming up, we could throw you a party."
Duncan laughed. "I'll think about it. You should stop getting those injections, you already look beautiful, ya old broad." They both started laughing.
"I get them because I'm an old broad, but I'll think about it. I should go. Chat soon?"
Duncan smiled. "Definitely. Good bye, Mom." He leaned down and hugged his mother, he couldn't remember the last time that had happened. Joan hugged him back tightly.
"Good bye, Duncan. I love you." He hadn't heard that in a while, either.
"I love you, too."
She gave him a quick kiss and walked into the spa, turning around to wave. He waved back until she was gone and walked off. Duncan spent the remainder of the afternoon sunning by the pool with Owen, sipping Bloody Mary's, checking out the bikini clad hotties, and goofing off. He was getting all the R&R he could, for tomorrow night could be the first day of the rest of his life or the beginning of the end.
Awww! Wasn't that touching? Who doesn't love a reconciliation? Chapter Nine: Phase One/The Shill, is currently being written! I wanted to wait and upload Chapters 8-10 all at once, but I don't know when 9 will be finished, Chapter 10 is already written. I'll put 9 and 10 up at the same time, as a treat for all my fans! The first part of the heist goes down in Chapter Nine, we finally get to see Alejandro and a couple other Total Drama cameos!
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