Unlucky? ( on great hold )

Chapter 2

Here's the next chapter guyz! People said that my dialogue is great although I have to add more descriptions..and I tried to add more..I really did. So yeah..lemme know what you think :)

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This is more of a filler chapter though but I hope you'll enjoy it. :D And this will be quite long I think. :)

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Chapter 2

Brain fuzz. That's what I call the post transmission cranial snowstorm. Along with that, I sometimes felt ravenously hungry (like now) or desperately horny (like always). I pulled off my boots, padded to the center of the room, placed a supportive hand over each tit, and jogged in place. Exercise was the only way to clear away the fuzz, something about blood flow to the brain.

"Wish I had my camera," said a voice at the doorway. I turned to see Pink with a grin on her face. She'd let herself into my apartment ( She had a key like Lily and Emma) with the stealth of a mouse.

"What are you doing here?"

"You passed the 'talk test'," said Pink. "Just read about it in the Times. If you can exercise and talk at the same time, you are not a fat slob loser."

"I am not a fat slob loser," I said.

"I know. I just said that."

"O-kay. So what are you doing here?" I asked, stopping.

"I was busy shopping at a nearby mall when I saw this lady standing next to me and of course, curious as I am, I ask her if she was pregnant."

"And then?" I asked, already knowing what's coming.

"She said no! And so I ran and drove away. The woman looked like she was about to faint. Your apartment was near so I just thought to stop.

"Curiosity killed the cat," I said, smiling. "So what did you buy?"

"Nothing. Everything's so expensive there! Do you buy your clothes there? Cause if you do, then you are a one rich bitch."

I wiped the sweat from my brows and laughed. "Living on earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun."

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Lily, Pink and I took a table and sat next to each other. It's friday night - clubbing time. "This place is great!" Lily said. She had to shout just so we could hear her. The music was too loud and I'm starting to think that everything would start to bounce because of the vibrations.

"I know!" Said Pink, eyeing the bartender. He was eyeing her back and was doing a little show for her. I pinched Pink's arm and she yelped in pain.

"What the fuckity fuck did you do that for?" She snarled, rubbing her arm.

"Because Mr. Bartender here has the 'Eggbert' disease!!" I said, forcing her to look and concentrate on the bartender's face. I watched her face change from being annoyed to one where she looks like she just saw a hobo flashing his weenie.

"Oh my..he does!" She said, eyes wide. "Ugh. I thought he was really cute."

I gave her a sympathy smile. The bartender's left eye has a twitch - we decided to call it the 'Eggbert' disease.

"Maybe he's Eggbert's brother!" Lily chimed in. We all laughed and started talking about the 'Twitch brothers' when Emma arrived wearing a tight black mini dress with a four inch Gucci heels.

"Wow! You look great!" Said Pink.

"What the fuck, was I ugly yesterday?" I laughed and pulled her to sit. "If looks could kill, all the men here would already be dead."I said and Emma smiled proudly. "Good."

"What happened to Eggbert?" Pink asked.

"He finally got over his phone phobia and called me. So, I went out with him last night and after that we headed back to my place."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I was about to kiss him when he vomited on me. It all landed on my fucking face. We both cried and then I punched him senseless."

"My god, you are a merciless vixen!" Said Pink.

"What would you miss beautifuls like to drink?" A short, blonde-haired boy on my right asked. "We're just having Shirley Temples tonight." I said. One of the bartenders, a good-looking brown-haired man with the sort of sculpted male-model look I call face candy, stepped up quickly.

"Shirley Temples?" Another young man asked, pushing his way in between the other two. He was stouter and the least good-looking, with large lips and a nose that looked as if it had been broken a few times. His dull brown hair was uneven and stringy. He was very muscular, with thick forearms and shoulder. Gosh, the guy looked like he might burst out of his tight red shirt.

"What the hell's a Shirley Temples?"

I looked at the bartender for the explanation. "It's a non-alcoholic drink," he said. "Lemonade, seven-up, or something like that with a touch of grenadine and a cherry on top."

"Huh? Non-alcoholic? That's no fun," the bigger young man said, grimacing. "I'll buy you a real drink."

"Look at it this way," Emma told him. "I can keep my wits about me in this den of sin and still keep my cherry, too." All the men laughed, especially the bartender, who set out to make the drinks.

"You guys go to a college here or something?"

"Something," Emma said.

"Maybe this is their college," the bigger man said. "You can learn a lot here." He laughed at his own joke.

"Why, are you teaching?" Pink asked. "Yes, professor," Emma followed up. "What is your subject? And don't tell me sex education."

"He needs to go to that class himself," someone behind him said. There was more laughter.

"Oh,yeah. Listen, if any of you needs lessons," the now red-faced big man said, "I'd be happy to volunteer."

"What if it turns out your friends are right and we know more than you do?" I asked him as the bartender brought our drinks. "You might have to go to the back of the line." All of them laughed again. His face reddened even a darker crimson. He struggled to think of an appropriate comeback.

"In this case, I'd be happy to learn more, and if you're the teacher, I'd gladly stand there and wait my turn," he said, and his friends cheered.

Emma smiled. "That's fine," she said. "As long as you know your place."

They all roared again. More young men broke off their conversations nearby and hovered behind the small group that had greeted us. I could see the envious, even angry faces of the girls to whom they had been speaking.

"So really, where are you guys from? I haven't seen you before. Anybody seen them before?" Another boy asked.

"I have," a guy said. "Every night in my dreams."

They all laughed.

"That's all he ever does is dream," the bigger young man said. "So where are you from?"

"Well," I said. "We kiss, but we don't tell"

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Thanks for reading guys! As I've mention, this was just a filler chapter. But I hope you enjoyed it. :) I'll be updating faster next time!!

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