Will Love Ever Come?

Chapter 22

THE LIVING ROOM IS neat and smells sweet. Deuce and Eschewal sit down on the blue leather sofa. The girl has not yet entered the living room. She is outside the door listening to Eschewal and Deuce's plan.

Deuce says in a high whisper, "Listen, blood, this is what we're gonna do. Give her some drink and put it on her, because at the end of the day, even though she wants to do it, she might still be a bit boomee. You get me? We got to convince her."

Eschewal looks at Deuce with vexation on his face. "Hold on, bruv. I thought you said she was down? We don't have to convince her of nothing if she's down."

Deuce sits back on the couch and replies philosophically, "Check it, yeah, if someone walks into a sweetie shop and comes across ber new sweets they've never tasted before, it's up to the shopkeeper to convince that person that the sweets taste good and are worth buying. If the shopkeeper fails to convince that person, the person will just walk out of the shop without buying anything. You get me? We are the shopkeepers, and it's up to us to convince her to give us her pussy."

Eschewal scratches his head, shakes it from side to side, sucks his teeth, and sits back on the sofa. "Yeah, whatever, blood, whatever."

The living room door opens. The girl walks in, swaying her hips and balancing a tray with three glasses.

Under the brightness of the light bulb, her full beauty shines. Eschewal did not realize how beautiful she really was; the girl is stunning, and on top of that, her body could beat most bodies belonging to famous superstars. Cold chills run down his spine as he sees what seems like a cunning plan in her eyes. He cannot place it, so he shrugs it off.

The girl puts the tray on the coffee table and sits on the blue leather armchair opposite Eschewal and Deuce. She says as she licks her lips, "Do you lot bun greens?"

Deuce and Eschewal shake their heads.

Deuce says, "Nah, but we got drink, innit." He reaches for the bottle of brandy and, with a steady hand, pours it into the glasses.

The girl watches as Deuce pours. She also wanted them to be smokers, for it would look even better to a judge and jury that they also came with drugs. 'Not to worry,' she thinks, 'the alcohol should be enough to convict a pair of low-lives.'

Within the next half hour, the girl has drunk more than half of the bottle. She seems drunk but at the same time in control of what she is saying and doing.

Eschewal has not touched his glass and sits there listening to Deuce talking nonsense.

Deuce stands up and says, "Come, babes. Let me talk to you outside."

The girl giggles and says, "I hope you've got something good to say to me?"

Deuce pulls her up and leads her outside.