Ecstasy

Chapter 2

"Emily!" Nicole cheers through the loud noise that pour out from her apartment. Her black hair falls into her eyes and she brushes it away. "Come in." I follow her through the jungle of sweaty bodies, the stench of liquor heavy in the air. We get to my favorite spot in the flat, the piano in her living room.

Nicole drops me off there, telling me she will fetch someone to say hi to. I lean my elbow against the shiny top, staring at the closed lid in lack of other things to do.

"Hi." A brunette with beautiful blue, but slightly hazy, eyes stands in front of me. His body sways slightly from side to side. He's high. I lift my head backwards, doing that jerking motion when you acknowledge someone's presence.
"Hi." He slides his tongue over his bottom lip.
"Do I know you?" A slight frown goes over his features, he thinks he knows my name and are a bit ashamed for not remembering. Trust me, I know my kind. I laugh.
"No, you don't." He looks relieved. Then he falls.

"Shit." I lay down on my knees next to him. "Hey, man, are you okey?" His eyes go all over the place, trying to find focus. After staring at the ceiling for a couple of seconds he finally looks at me.
"Yeah, I'm fine." With my help he gets off the floor.
"You might wanna sit down a bit." I say, not wanting him on me all night. "Or just go home, if you're able to." He wipes his hand under his nose, like a little kid.
"Nah, I'm good. I'll sleep in the guest bedroom." I silently watch him struggle through the crowd.
"Okey."

"Emily!" Nicole is back, and she brought...wow, a rather handsome black haired guy, about 30 years old, black skinny jeans, dark t-shirt and night blue casual suit jacket. That description also fits many drug dealers in my surroundings, ladies and gentlemen. "This is Eric." Eric? Sounds like a very little intimidating name, not at all fitting the dark eyed alley demon in front of me.
"Pleasure." I extend my hand to shake his. He meets my eyes, looking like he tries to read my mind, knowing he got the power to do so. Who is he, some guy from 50 shades? Edward Cullen with creepier eyes and intentions?

"The pleasure is mine." He, Eric, lets go off my hand and straightens up. "Your reputation is ahead of you, a new victory last night I heard." I nod. My victories aren't that much to brag about, but people like to talk about them anyway.
"I was lucky." Eric chuckles, Nicole joining him with a fakeass giggle. So he's someone to flatter, huh? Well I don't do that bullshit, like me or don't, but take me for the real me.
"You are very humble." I notice he hasn't mentioned me by name yet. "Anyway, to the point. There is another race on Wednesday, and I need a driver who I can trust will be winning." This man isn't playing around, is he?
"If it's me you want I'll do my best." I refuse to say I'm the best, just to get trampled all over if I lose. Eric takes a step closer, at the same time that Nicole takes one back.
"If you don't win, that will be your last race." Told you I didn't like this guy. I nod, not exactly frightened. Many of his kind exist in my circle, even though he doesn't seem to be a part of it.
"Heard you loud as the police siren behind me during a race." Turning away I leave both him and Nicole, the later I'm sure will try to cover up my 'big fuck up'.

Outside the door to the complex stands a few guys smoking. It's normal cigarettes, so I stay for a while, inhaling the strangely soothing smell of burning paper and destroyed lives. Then I start walking home.

Of course I don't come very far, before stumbling upon a colorfully lit club. Right now, I'm the last one to say no to alcohol.

I walk inside, pushing past dancing people.
"Give me whatever." I tell the blonde haired bartender. She has lots of curves, and her long hair lays spread over her shoulder and partly over her upper curves.
"Wow, had a bad day?" She asks, pouring up something pink to mix out the taste into a glass, before adding a clear liquid.
"You have no idea." I chug down two gulps before setting the glass back down on the counter.
"Trouble with your boyfriend?" She asks, wiping a glass clean.
"Nah, not today." Is it ever? "Just someone being a dick, that's all." She nods understanding. A man calls for he attention and she leaves me to my drinking.

Three drinks later I have stopped giving a shit. I'm a good driver, I've lost two races in my last five years of racing. Why would it happen now? I slip off the chair, telling Sara that I'm leaving and make my way back home. My phone is filled with texts from Nicole, but I honestly don't give a shit right now. Well at home I just wipe off my make up and brush my teeth with my finger, then I fall into bed.

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