Guns and Agreements

2: Last Night

This chapter isn't meant to disrespect cops; this is solely for comedic purposes.

Ana tapped on the bars of the jail cell with her fingernails as she slurred he words annoyingly.

Let's just say when she sobers up I'm going to kill her. "Oh my god that cop is eating a sugary anus!" Ana gasped as she pointed to a cop eating a powdered donut. "Anastasia shut up!" I raised my voice.

"That man is eating an anus," she audibly whispered. I rolled my eyes at her and buried my face in my hands. "Excuse me ma'm when's the baby due?" Anastasia asked with a serious face as a chubby thick-bellied cop walked past our cell.

"Anastasia that's a man," I whisper scowled her. "MEN CAN GET PREGNANT," Ana yelled and burped in the middle of the words can and get.

"Excuse me sir. Do I get a phone call?" I asked politely towards a young male cop. He looked about twenty six and I had seen him looking at me. He happened to be the only one guarding our cell.

He walked closer to our cell. "I'm sorry ma'm I can't really do that..." he explained nervously. I could tell he was struggling not to stare at my boobs. I sighed; I hated doing this but I guess I have to.

"Please can't you make an exception," I asked while pushing myself against the bars seductively. He must have seen something he liked because his cheeks got red real fast.

"Please," I begged in a helpless maiden voice and bit my lip innocently. He gulped then scratched the back of his head.

"I'll uhh... see what I can do," he promised. With that he rushed off to find a phone. I relaxed a bit and sat on the iron bench in our cell. I kicked off my Vans in frustration.

2 hours earlier

"This'll be fun Lucianna," Ana assured as she dragged me down the busy streets of New York. I followed her unenthusiastically.

"Tonight is your last night as a single Pringle. Tomorrow we will be moving out and you will be betrothed," my nose scrunched up at that reality check Ana bestowed upon me.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes and followed her into the club. Immediately fake fog clouded my vision and all I could see was blue lasers flickering on the dance floor. Once I had gotten used to the fog being spewed from smoke machines, I could make out multitudes of people dancing.

I wore a black mesh see through crop top over a plain black brallete, black ripped jeans and flame design high top vans. I didn't like dressing up unless it was for business.

Anastasia wore a long sleeve, black, open back, body con dress with black pumps. Let's just say Anastasia fit in more, but no one really gave a second glance.

In the first two minutes at the bar Ana got asked to dance. I just sat, ordered drinks, with a fake ID and played with my wavy black hair. Then I saw a glint in the corner of my eye.

I turned to see a familiar face. Diesel Leto. He was apart of Ronan's gang. My curiosity got the best of me and I drank the last of the vodka in my glass. I slowly walked closer to him and mentally cursed when I saw a crowd of girls around him.

Okay well I guess I have my ticket in. I walked through the crowd of girls and pretended to flirt with him like the other girls did. My hands travelled down his chest promiscuously. "How about we get out of here?" I whispered in Leto's ear.

He turned to me with lust filled eyes. "Who might you be?" Leto's asked in his raspy voice. "I'll be happy to tell you in private," I whispered in his ear. I wasn't enjoying this at all.