Intoxicated - Bruce Wayne

Chapter Three

"Eva! Eva!" Veronica's voice echoed in Eva's head, following with a slamming door.

"Ev! Wake the fuck up!" Bottles clinking from the fridge hurt Eva's ears.

As she opened her eyes, a blurry view in front of her, she could still see all the left over beers on the table from the other night. Everyone left the apartment and went home but as she looked down at herself, she didn't remember tucking herself in.

"Guess what Ev?" Veronica sang as she sat on Eva's legs.

"You found a rich guy to hustle? Robbing another bank? Lemme guess, selling prescription pills?" Eva slammed her head on her pillow, muffling her voice.

"Bruce Wayne's party. I found a way to get in." Immediately, that caught Eva's attention.

"Bruce Wayne as in, rich boss man Bruce Wayne? Son of Thomas Wayne?" Eva said in disbelief, now, Veronica has her attention.

"Mhhmm." Veronica had a proud smirk on her face and Eva knew that smirk would not leave her face anytime soon.

"But how V? Only invited-rich-assholes go."

"Well, I did get my invitation." Veronica flashed her two invitations and shoved it in her face with a loud laugh. "Met a mr Rich-shit-out-money-like-its-no-big-deal man, I think he fell in love Ev, he invited us."

"How old is he?" Eva asked in curiosity.

"I think he's 65? Doesn't matter, a limo will pick us up near China Town, told him we lived somewhere close there. Frank'll give us a lift there." Veronica said before leaping off the sofa, leaving Eva to drop her head against her pillow and sigh loudly.

As they waited for Frank to pick them up, Eva became nervous. The thing is, Eva was never used to dressing up fancy, a nice dress and putting more makeup than she's used to was considered too much for her. She sighed loudly, wrapping her coat around her body tighter.

"Relax Ev, its gonna be okay." V said as she patted her shoulder. "You know the drill right?"

"Yep, pick a guy who thinks with his smaller head." Eva muttered.

"Right. Pick an easy target." Veronica said.

"Aren't they all easy targets? They're rich." Eva said with a chuckle, making Veronica's lips turn into a small smile.

Veronica noticed since a long time ago that Eva had something against rich people, she never asked why. But she could only guess that either she was secretly a Commie or she had another reason behind it.

Veronica was not gonna ask Eva why anytime soon.

As Frank pulled up with his car, Veronica sat in the front while Eva sat at the back. Frank watched Eva from his rear view mirror as she looked out at Gotham.

Veronica wore her green tight dress that showed a lot of cleavage to swoon her old man that Eva came to knew in the limo, who goes by the name of William. For Eva, however, Veronica chose her dress. Her red silky dress gripped her curves at the right places, which Veronica loved very much. The deep V-neck didn't help Eva, but to Veronica it seemed like it would help with the job a lot more easier.

To Veronica, men only thought with their dicks and never use their brains. Eva, for so long, wondered why Veronica only thought that way, it turned out that Veronica had a cheating and abusive husband.

Eva's eyes met the big manor and her mouth gaped at the sight. The many cars that were parked outside the manor was not any cheap car, it was luxurious and expensive, something Eva will never own in her life.