roxanne //#justwriteit

watered down whiskey

part 01: the wild one

    A girl dressed in black leather expertly swung her legs over the metal fence marked with the sign: No Trespassing in big red letters. Jumping down to the ground, she took a moment to freeze to listen to the deathly silence. Taking a deep breath the girl begins crawling to the left towards the large warehouse which had been transformed into a secret club of some kind. Crawling away from the door to the back of the club located directly in front of her, she places one foot after the other in confidence she won't get caught. A man dressed in all black awaited to only let the elite bastards through the back. The next steps for getting inside the building were drilled into her body like muscle memory at this point. She crouched down low and pressed her body to the fence continuing to edge her way across in the shadows so the guard wouldn't see her. A door opened with a large bang against the wall of the warehouse. A woman's shrill voice suddenly broke out in the deathly silence as she came out through the door to outside of the building. "Oh, hello you," the woman purred towards the guard who did not respond. The girl took a deep breath in the dark and continued forward as the loud woman chatted his ear off. She came to the point when she was across the side of the building from the fence, taking for granted that the guard was preoccupied with the women she darted across the lighted clearing towards the side wall of the club. Taking an another deep breath without looking back, she began to hear more people joining the woman outside. All sounding extremely drunk and excited about the next location they were headed. Looking up at the telephone pole hidden in the shadows near the corner to the wall of the building, she sees twenty feet up is a massive open window into a dark office. For years, teenagers have sneaked into this illegal club by climbing up the etched handles in the pole and dropping down into the office. She walked over to the pole and without hesitation was climbing up quickly. Once she reached the window, she allowed herself to push off the pole to free fall the six foot gap down to the window. She grabbed the window sill with a loud crash against her ribs that knocked the wind out of her. "Shit," she barely manages to gasp as she pulls herself up and through the window quickly before the guard runs around the side of the building. Her heart continues to beat irregular as she presses her hands against the bruises that decorated her body.

    The room was pitch black allowing her to take a moment of peace and a deep breath. She ran her fingers through her short black hair and flips up the collar of her leather jacket. Reaching into her back pocket she grabs her lighter. Flicking the zippo open, she eyes the doorknob and stalks her way over. She puts the cigarette into her mouth and lights it before she opens the door. She finds herself in a familiar red carpeted hallway where the bathrooms are located. She ducks into the women's bathroom where she finds the mirror and begins donning her lips in red. Looking over her shoulder in the mirror, the girl observed the setting. Women sat on sofas placed around the powder room drinking out of tiny golden flasks, snorting lines of cocaine, doing their make-up, and smoking cigarettes.

    "Hello, my lovely," a beautiful woman dressed in only see-through lace slip purrs at the girl. "Why don't you come sit next to me? I'm June," she pats the empty spot next her on the couch placed near the mirror. "What's your name?" Obeying the beautiful lady and completely distracted by the perky pink nipples peaking through the slip, the girl finds herself sitting down next to the lady and all of her lace finery. "Roxanne," the girl tells as the beautiful woman wraps her arms around her neck.

    "I've since you here before," June mutters to herself with a soft smile as she inhales on her cigarette. She blows the smoke in the direction of Roxanne. "You're as pretty as a dream. Isn't she, Lolly? Offer her some sugar." June turns to the girl next to her whom shoves a tray of cocaine perfectly lined up ready to go in Roxanne's way. Who grabs the box in ecstasy, smug with the fact of the matter that hitting on a beautiful woman in the bathroom is always a perfect way to score drugs. Quickly snorting a long line, Roxanne whips her head back to keep every last drop in her nose. She heard voices but continued to look up due to the shock of the high.  She felt someone taking off her leather jacket and kissing her bare shoulder. She looked down at saw June's pale pink lips meeting hers in a hurry. June placed her hand at the nape of Roxanne's neck and deepened the kiss.