Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Marshall POV

Sitting across from my Paul, I was caught by the sight of a beautiful woman, the same one who I had seen multiple times before around Detroit.

She was almost too beautiful.

But the kicker was, each time I had seen her, it was with a different man.

Well I think it was the same woman, sometimes she had wig on, I wouldn't forget that face.

And that was your typical whore.

"Marshall, are you listening to me? Why are you rolling your eyes" Paul's irritated voice came, interrupting my inner thoughts.

"What?" I snapped looking back at him.

Paul pursed his lips and scolded at me.

"Marshall we need a few more songs to complete this surprise album, you wanted this, you have less than a few months to complete it before Christmas"

I waved him off.

"Sure, I'm on it, you know me, I'm always good for releasing a hit, don't worry"

"Who are you even staring at?" He said turning and looking in the same direction "She's quite attractive, but she appears to be very taken, my friend"

"She ain't taken, I've seen her out a few times with other dudes, I'm almost certain she's a whore"

Paul tutted me.

"My apologies, high-class escort then"

"Not every womans a prostitute Marshall"

"If a bitch is out with different men each time, I beg to differ, that's a whore in my eyes Paul"

Paul rolled his eyes at me and snorted "Grow up Marshall, you're a middle-aged man for fuck sakes"

"Never"

"Are you lonely up there on your pedestal Marshall?" Paul grunted.

"Sometimes, but then I remind myself how amazing I am" I nodded "Thanks for the reminder of what I have to do, where would I be without you"

"You need to get laid," Paul said standing up and grabbing his briefcase "You're an asshole when you're not ruining peoples lives"

I waved him off and sat back in my seat "You're ruining my resturant experience right now"

Paul flipped me off and left walking in the direction of the restaurant exit.

I went back to people-watching, one of my favorite past times.

I find my eyes falling back on the pretty brunette who appeared to finally be alone fixing her make up, then speaking on the phone.

She looked innocent enough at least.

He said I needed to get laid right?

I stood and walked over to her table as she finished her conversation and hung up, taking a sip of her drink.

Her deep sultry brown eyes traveled up my body, landing on my face, unimpressed expression fixed on what I can only explain it as a perfect resting bitch face.

"Are you lost?"

Rude bitch.

"No," I said as I sat down across from her.

She looked around and past me, then lifting things off the table and looking under them as if she was looking for something.

"Did you lose something?"