𝘼𝙍𝘾𝘼𝘿𝙄𝘼 - 𝙚.𝙥

𝐒𝐈𝐗: 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘺

"Interviewing Mr. Presley, he said at some point that sometime after the tenth show was when things were beginning to change.."

Shiloh let out a loud sigh and nodded. "It was the middle of July. Between drama with the band, new characters appearing, and Elvis and I becoming closer, a lot was changing."

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📍LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
The International Hotel
RECORDING STUDIO
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"THIS FUCKING SUCKS." Shiloh cursed in frustration as she paced back n' forth in the control room with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.

"I personally think it's good." Greg remarked as he glanced at the producers, nodding. "Isn't it good?"

Roxy hesitantly nodded and quickly spat out words of agreement. "Yes, yes. It's good."

"I think it's good too." Evelyn agreed with one of her wide smiles. "We did goo—"

"No!" Shiloh abruptly exclaimed as she took the cigarette out of her mouth, shaking her head profusely. "This album fucking sucks."

"That's a little dramatic." Kat says from her corner.

She continued to shake her head. "It feels too generic, too predictable." she explains. "There's absolutely nothing different or unique about this album and I guarantee you if we drop it, it'll flop."

Atlas hums in agreement and rose his hand up in a small gesture. "I agree."

"Oh please, you agree with everything she says." James scoffed out a laugh from his sprawled out position on the couch. "She's got you wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger."

"Fuck you!" she exclaims as she rose her middle finger up at him.

"That's his job."

"Alright alright, everyone calm down." Greg quickly distinguished as his arms outstretched in the gap between the two. "How about we all sleep on it and take this free weekend to let this marinate."

"I don't think Shi's gonna be doing a lot of sleeping." he muttered underneath his breath.

Without a beat, Shiloh throws her hot cigarette at him causing for the entire room to uproar at her hazardous action as Hux skillfully dodged the object.

Shiloh turned on her heel and stomped away, grabbing her disgarded boots in the process before she slammed her hands on the door of the exit and sauntered down the hallway.

"I should've never stormed out the room that day."

"Why?"

"I met the worst man ever known to existence."

"I reckon that's Vincent Colombo?"

"Vincent f*cking Colombo."

The lights were dim in the dive bar, creating a dark ambience in midst of the evening glow that radiated from behind the closed curtains.

Soft jazz music was playing, and there were only a few people in the bar at this hour — mainly older couples and families grabbing a bite, it was too early for the night dwellers to arrive.

Shiloh plopped down on the bar stand, leaning forward towards the tender. "Just straight tequilla." she requested.

The bartender's eyebrows rose on his forehead, but he nodded, nonetheless, and went off to make her order.

"That kind of night?"

The thick accented drawl caused for her head to turn, and she met light brown inquisitive eyes that were sat above a cheshire smirk.

Although the eyebrow piercing was unusual and a little bizarre, the rest of his face was but the opposite.

And he was tall, any other mediocre features go away when they're tall.

She leaned a little towards him, elbows against the granite counter causing for her cleavage to hang together.

"Do you wanna screw?" she asked bluntly.

"Vincent has gone to the media in the past year to talk about your relationship. Is it true that you initiated it?"

"Okay, listen, it was only meant to be a one time thing — he wouldn't leave me alone after that."

Her fingernails clawed at the desk that she was uncharacteristically bent over, moans unable to escape her throat due to his hand pressing harshly into her neck.

His other hand gripped the crevice of her knee and bent her leg up to the point where her kneecap was nearly pressing against her rib, splitting her open.

Hefty pants and heavy slams was the only thing that could be heard in the air before she let out a breathy moan and his hips stuttered.

Remaining inside of her, his chest fell onto her back after releasing her leg from the contortionist  position.

"Was I too rough?" he questioned through a pant against her neck.

"No, not at all." she responded before making a move to try and get up.

He caught the cue and swiftly slid out of her before rising upright, which made her immediately get up from her compromising position.

They both began to gather their thrown clothes and pulled on the articles in the mild silence, other than the sound of the jazz still playing outside of the found office.

"Hey, I didn't catch your name." Shiloh observed as she buttoned up her blouse.

His eyebrows shot up slightly in realization before his lips turned up in a lopsided grin and he outstretched a hand. "Vincent, or Vinc, either one is fine."

She smiled back at him and shook his hand. "Shiloh, or Shi, either one works." she said before winking. "Anyway, I need to go...so..." she trailed off as she picked up her jacket from the floor and began to walk towards the door.

"See you around then." he bid the farewell with a small wave.

Shiloh gave him a curt nod before wrapping her fingers around the knob and making her exit.

Vincent collapsed against a storage crate, leaning against it nonchalantly as he stared at her as she left.

A tilted head, a cheshire smirk on his lips.

"And by wouldn't leave you alone, what does that mean?"

"I mean that he was always there and around — didn't think of it much back then but knowing what I know now..." she deeply sighs with a tightening smile. "Well, i'm getting ahead of myself."