Twiggy n' Stuff.

Chapter Five; Smells Like Children.

-Tony. F. Wiggins-

Ha, "Oh, Manson?" I whispered slowly as I walked into the bus. I held up a black leash that I led a trash woman on and in the other hand I held up a zip lock bag of Cocaine. Marilyn and Twiggy looked at each other and laughed hysterically. "Where the fuck is Pogo?" Twiggy asked, "He's coming, I found him after his fucked this ugly bitch." "Was she a nice ugly bitch?" Twiggy asked as he rocked slightly. "Who cares about the personality?" I asked, as I watched a drugged out bass player twirl his dreads. "Gimme' that." Marilyn pointed at the large air tight zip lock bag. I tossed it to him. "Thank ya', Wiggins." Marilyn grinned. Ginger walked into the bus behind me, "Good timing, Ginger." I said, my voice raspy. He awkwardly chuckled. "Don't be so shy." I started, "These women will do what ever you want." I shouted, while bending this blonde girl over my knee and smacking her ass. "I've got them on a tight schedule." I added. "Okay, come here then." Ginger said, harshly grabbing the one of two leashes from my hand. He tugged the leash around the bus before he threw her down on the couch. I turned around, hearing the bus door opening. "Hey." I said as I rolled on my heel to see their tour manager. "I found Pogo." He stated as Madonna piled in behind him. "Clear the fuck out." Pogo said, thrashing through everyone in the way, including me. Pogo grabbed a bottle of Vodka off the counter top, he starting doing the same drugs as Marilyn. "Hand me that." Ginger said, pointing to the whip I held in my hand.

-Daisy B.-

We sat on the bar stools, we hadn't really said anything. I wanted to talk to them about their lives, but tonight was not about that. We were in a sense celebrating, they didn't have to go back to their past anymore, not living with us could be much better. They wouldn't be beaten, nor hurt in anyway with us. I had downed my first beer already and had ordered another and Nevada and Dean chugged their Tequila shots quickly. The purpose of Tequila Slammers is to become highly intoxication after it's slammed onto the counter to fizz so it can be mixed, then you just have to drink it super fast. "Hey, Scott?" Nevada asked, turning to look at me. "Hmh?" I answered, "I'm going to run to the bathroom." Nevada said. I didn't want her to go alone, but there was no one to go with her. "Be careful." I shouted to her as she left her bar stool. I was finally left alone with Dean. "Hi." I said over to Dean. I slid my sliver bar stool around to Dean's. "Thank you for everything." Dean said, hiccuping. She was so sweet, even when she was messy drunk. "Uh, don't thank me. I want to do this for you." I stated. I was nervous and sweaty. I had grown out of this nervous feeling I used to get around Women, but not this girl. Not Dean, I just wanted to know her. I just wanted her to let me in. "You're so great." Dean said to me, my cheeks turned a flushed pink. I couldn't help but smile, I took a sip of my beer, I starred down at my knees. "Thanks." I mumbled. "You're welcome, Scotty." Dean said. The way she called me Scotty.