Ashes to Ashes

Chapter three

Chapter three

"Seems to me too many trying, waiting for the next big thing"

Error #3: It's only illegal if you get caught

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"That's him."

Ash was pointing across the room at a guy who had just arrived, and was walking up to the bar.

"Wow..." I trailed off. "He's so... Young."

"Young and drugged up. " Ash glared at the guy. "He's caused us a lot of trouble. His name is Gale."

I nodded, glaring around at the guys eyeing me.

"Do you always wear that kind of crap?" Ash asked suddenly.

I looked down at the poor excuse for a dress that I was wearing.

"Yep." I shrugged. "Guys like slutty drunk girls."

Ash didn't say anything.

"So" I started "What exactly do you want me to do?" I hoped to god it wasn't to bad.

"I need you to get him out of here."

I nodded again. Easy.

"Okay no problem. Do I have to kill him?"

Ash raised his eyebrows. "And you're okay with doing that?"

I shrugged.

No.

"Okay. I don't need any information out of him. Do what you want."

"Right." I looked around nervously. "And where are you going to disappear to?"

I watched as Gale started furiously making out with a brunette. Her flaming red dress was even worse than mine. Good. I loved competition.

I felt rather sorry for her. It looked painful.

"I'll be in the VIP room." Ash glanced towards the bar and smirked. "Looks like you're going to have a hard time. Good luck, Cola, you'll need it."

"You sure about that?" I scoffed, "Watch and learn."

I smirked as I walked towards the dance floor, letting my dress ride even further up my legs, so now there was a little too much on display.

Step one; get yourself noticed.

Swaying my hips in time to the beat, and letting my head fall back, I quickly glanced around, smirking slightly when I saw almost every guy in the club had their eyes on me.

Including the guy I was supposed to be killing. Red Dress was kissing his neck, leaving trailing lipstick marks.

Step two; get him jealous.

I chose a guy at random, and slid my hands up his chest making him groan.

I held back a laugh.

He began grinding against me, and I looped my arms around his neck, receiving jealous glares from the rest of the male population in the club.

Then suddenly the unfortunate guy was pulled roughly away from me.

Gale stood with his fists clenched.

"Get away from her."

His voice was low, commanding. And angry.

"What the fu-" The poor guy started but was cut of by being punched in the nose by Gale.