Macey is shopping for her date when she's suddenly caught up in a shopping mall scandal. In fear of tarnishing her reputation, she does the only thing she can do. Run.
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Red Sirens
When we arrive at the house, we walk straight through the front door and into the living room. I'm met with the smell of cigarette smoke and the faint burnt smell of weed. The thick ash in the air hits the back of my throat, making me cough away the feeling. I cover my mouth and try to avoid their gazes, in case they take offense to my action.
I look up at Jace and see a happy smile resting on his lips, which makes me smile in return. Jace leads me further through the room so that we're out of the walkway. The couch chairs are bare from decorative cushions and jam-packed with bodies pressed against each other. In the middle of the opposing chairs is a coffee table filled with ashtrays, empty bottles and playing cards.
In the background, a heavy rap song beats through the speakers aggressively, drowning out the sound of their voices and any other background noises.
"Jacie boy," someone shouts happily.
They stand up from their end position on the couch and walk around to us. He half wraps his tattooed arm around Jace, followed by a light-hearted deep chuckle that vibrates through his broad chest.
"Is this your new misses?" His eyes land on the handcuffs, which makes him smirk with gleaming amusement, "What are you doing to get pretty girls attached to your wrist?" he asks.
"Macey, this is Eddy," he introduces, ignore his previous comment completely.
"I don't know what the fuck my parents were thinking when they named me, Edward." He runs his hand through his bright orange hair, ruffling the fringe neatly pressed against his forehead. Eddy then drops his arm beside his chubby frame.
"Eddy sounds like a cool name." I awkwardly smile.
"If you need help getting out of those cuffs, swing by my shop tomorrow," he says.
"That would be wicked, thanks, man."
The thought of finally getting out of these brings an overwhelming happiness to my heart. However, the thought of traveling around in public makes me a little nervous.
"Where is your shop?" I ask.
"It's just outside of the city, easy trip. We've got some bolt cutters out the back in storage." He folds his arms over his chest and smiles.
"Thank you so much, I really appreciate your help." If we go early enough, I bet we won't even run into the security guard. But the idea of being caught still runs in the back of my mind.
Before I can sit on the idea for too long, Jace is tugging me towards another room. The music gets louder, so I assume it's where they're keeping the dace space.
"Get you're dancing feet on, Macey." Grins Jace.
In the next room, it's a fraction bigger but the number of people inside make it feel smaller and confide. The music changes to a pop-rap song which brings out my inter dance girl. We start bopping around to the music, but dancing is awkward because of the handcuffs restricting us. Jace ends up lacing his fingers through mine to stop the metal from scraping against my skin.
