feat. Edward aka Pookie and Levi (npc)
South Cali – 0145 hrsMusic blared, beautiful bodies... curves that wrapped themselves around stiff chrome poles. The air was smoke-filled, it burned your eyes but you would dismiss it. The guests were drunken and disorderly, lines spread out upon mirrored tables and white powder was snorted up their rich nostrils. Upscale, the word to describe the establishment was premium. Everyone who was anyone was allowed in, all others were considered less than human and ignored.
You may think Veronica would fit into the ignored category, you'd be wrong.The long islands found their way to her table as she sat with random flash queens and their mates, tongues dangling out of their skulls as the drugs made them beasts in their own fleshbags. Smoking a fag, the woman sat quietly, orbs locked upon silk panties of her favorite dancer. Kandy, in her new environment; like a kitten learning its way around its new home. Veronica had to keep a watchful eye on her and she couldn't take her eyes off of her. That beauty, those thighs, and hips, legs for days. She admired her physique. Wished she had a body like that, perhaps she would be looked at the same way. These men drooling on themselves as they watched her sway and work her magic. Hypnotic; bring another round.
Snorting a fine line, the green-haired doll lifted her head and tilted it back; that burn she enjoyed and held it as long as she could. Feeling it slide down the back of her throat just a bit before she finally gave a good swallow. Tasting it upon her tongue her orbs closed and her muscle ran over her pearly white teeth. Again... and again. As her lips began to turn numb, she was fading away to somewhere wonderful.
“Excuse me?” cleared throat... eyes slowly opening into small slits and looking up. Snarling, Veronica blinked almost in slow motion up at Levi. “What do you want?” she asked with slurred speech; fag fallen from her lips onto the tabletop, she didn't notice. “Can't you just leave me alone man. Or... I don't know go jerk off or something.” she muttered up at him and then noticed her cigarette burning out upon the table. Picking it up, she popped it back between her numb lips and took a long, deep drag. Blowing smoke quickly and roughly out at him. “You're smashed V and someone is looking for you. I think he may want to hurt you. That is why I am here, remember? To protect your neck.” he spat at her not meaning to and she got angry, but was so far gone for the night already she let it slide. “I never asked for you to be given this assignment, did I? No, that wasn't me.” she replied and put out her smoke in an ashtray upon the top of the table.
Minutes passed as Levi stood by, standing there in his suit and tie like a goon on the job. He couldn't hide it, had to look the part. This irritated Veronica to no end, it wouldn't be that bad of him following her around if it didn't look so suspicious.
“V... aye... V.” was yelled as a group began to move down the aisle towards the table she sat at, full of people she barely knew but sold drugs to. If it wasn't for that and Kandy working there, she would be elsewhere handling other business or even at home, sleeping where she actually needed to be but barely was. “Who's that?” she asked herself and popped her head out into the aisle. Levi rushed to move in front of her, blocking whoever was coming for her. She could hear arguing but faintly and it seemed like it was getting rather heated.
Veronica snorted up the last line that was displayed so nicely before her and then wiped her nose on her arm. Taking a sip of someone's Brandy and lighting another smoke, she got up from her chair, wobbly legs, and got in the middle of it. “Stop, stop, stop all this nonsense.” she slurred and laughed, seeing it was just Pookie and some strange-looking individuals, including another stripper she didn't know. “Oh, it's just Pook. Stupid Levi.” she said, shoving Levi out of the way and throwing herself into Edward's arms. Hugging him tight and kissing him on the lips. He blinked, not expecting her to do that and he looked up at Levi. They both shook their heads at each other. “She's gone.” Levi spoke and Pookie started laughing, Veronica then passing out in his embrace.
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The next morning Veronica awoke in her bed, dogs at the foot... awaiting to be fed. Her hand instantly went to her head and she whispered aloud. “Headache!” then reached for her phone, 15 messages in her inbox of pictures. Pookie at the club after Levi escorted her home... with her bundles and baggies of drugs, having a good ole time on her dime. This isn't going to be good for him. One thing you did not mess with... was Veronicas business.
