Bad Night

yeah

"Timmy disappoints me sometimes" -Kelly

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I storm after Brandon, who is making long strides down the hallway. His dress shoes clacking on the marble almost drowns out the loud and aggressive protests Vianna is shouting down the hall at some servants. Almost.

I don't want to imagine what they'll make her do to spill more information, she should have pretty privilege because she's so hot! Maybe she can girlboss through it-?

"Brandon-!" I shout at him, trying to get him to reason with me. "Brandon what's going on?!"

He looks back at me sharply, and I feel a sting in my heart, but I stare back at him boldly.

"I don't have time to answer your questions. Just, get a servant to lead you back to your room." He demands.

"No!" I suddenly blurt out. I notice I've pushed the limits but honestly, it's already been done so might as well go down with it. "No, you said I could ask questions after so I'm going to ask questions! Now!"

Brandon seems to be a bit shaken, probably not used to having someone talk to him like that. I use these moments of his flabbergasted state to pray that I'll go to f*ggot heaven after he kills me.

"..No, no, your right. I should tell you what's going on. You deserve to know." He says suddenly. Wait, I'm not dead?

"..Uh, y-yeah, I do." I say, nervously.

"Then ask me. But quickly, we don't have much time." He says, turning around to face me.

I think for a moment before I speak. There's so much I'm confused about, what do I ask about first?

"..What are you doing? You said something about your rival having sent Vianna.. Are you going to visit them?" I ask finally.

He visually cringes, and sighs. "My rival, The Lizzards, have been aggressive towards all other mafia's in the country. You may have heard they took over Gaylord Palms as they're hideout, because they thought the name was funny... But, we have connections to a lot of the others, so they aren't as aggressive towards us. They're strong, they get a way with a lot because they are known for they're weaponry and amazing fighters, but they know if they step too carelessly with us then we could easily turn the tides against them with all our allies. And.. the leader is an old friend of mine. But I think she hates me? I-i don't know-"

I stare at him, listening intently.

"..Uhm, anyway. Because of that, they always send little aggressions towards us, may it be a fancy card that just says, "You suck balls haha" or at the extremes, they send a spy to make sure we aren't going to get in the way of their work. Nothing worth a war over, but it sure is fucking annoying. This was the last straw, your friend there was a highly trained swords woman, and she was going to take you as a hostage. I'm going to talk to her, but I know they won't just let us in, so we have to invade them. ..Any other questions?" He says, catching a breath.

"..Can I come with?" I ask.

"No." He says immediately. "We would be leading you right into their trap. I won't allow that."

"But, I want to come! What if they catch me here?! Then you'll just be walking into a trap!" I retort, feeling a bit more confident in what I'm able to get away with.

"..Ugh, your right, you would be safer with us, but it doesn't sit right with me to have you come with. My security isn't as good as their assassin's, it wouldn't be good to keep you here, and yet it's not a good idea to bring you with. ..Fuck. Fine." He grumbles, and I smile a bit. Haha, I got my way. Maybe I should do that if I wanna get into his pants!

"..Just follow me then." He says, turning around to continue storming towards his security department.

I nod, then quickly follow behind him, watching as he gathers up a team to go raid the base. They grab weapons that I flinch at, mostly pistols and small guns, but they also hide daggers along their body. I'm starting to think this won't be a very friendly visit..

I turn to Brandon to say something, but the stern look on his face scares me so that I don't bother. I just look down at my feet, feeling a bit dizzy.

Ahh.. This isn't good..

I start to feel heavy, my sight going bad and blurry as my legs start to give out, gravity seeming so much worse that before. Am I dying?

Brandon catches me as I fall, but it's not enough as my head hangs down, and I loose consciousness.

•Unknown Amount Of Time Later•

Ugh.. what the fuck...

I open my eyes to sun shining in my face and I instinctively raise my hand to block it. A hand pulling down a sun shade on the window startles me, and wakes me further.

I put down my hand and see a blurry Brandon, sitting in front of me in a fancy black car. It's dark in here, sun shades masking off the brutal sun of the outside. I can still see Brandon's scowl in this dim lighting though, deep in his thoughts.

"..W-where am I?" I ask.

"..In my private car, on the way to the base." He says quickly. I take a moment to process his words.

"..Ah.. Ah?" Is all that I can muster.

"..Don't worry. You'll be safe with me. I won't let them hurt you. But you have to promise to not get separated from me." He says, then meeting my eyes.

I quickly fix myself, sitting up and straighting out my posture and clothes. I then look at him, feeling a bit weak but giving him a confident look.

"..Yeah. I'll definitely stay with you." I promise him.

He lowers his head to rest. "Good. Now be quiet, it'll be a bit till we get there. But when we do, be ready."

I feel myself nodding off to the rumble of the car against the road, and I just hum before falling back asleep.

•Unknown Amount Of Time Later•

I suddenly wake up from my dream about getting it on with Brandon, and I open my eyes to Brandon's face. Wha- Was he about to kiss me?!

He wasn't, and I can tell as he backs away from my face and looks out the window carefully.

"..Hey, we're here."