The light clicking of her heels resound through the alley way as the light noise of her friends heels also join hers.
Makeup cakes the girls faces professional as skimpy outfits cover their body. Foundation covers the bruises from earlier. The faint sound of music lets the girls know that they're nearing the club.
The black silk slip matches the black silk chocker that sits around her neck. The fake fur jacket is the only thing giving her a sense of heat.
Her friend stands behind in leather jeans a fancy bralette and a leather jacket. All black except for her brightly painted red lips and matching four inch heels.
The girl with the fur coat on the contrary adds an extra six inches with her shoes. The bouncers that sit out front let them through without asking. Staring at them as they walk in.
Both girls smile at each other with the atmosphere of the club. The blonde goes to the bar to get a glass of sangria and Jack with lemon on the rocks.
She hands her friend the sangria and sets her glass down on the table.
"Wren I want you to meet my friend Callum." The brunette with the red heels yells.
"Hi Callum I'm Wren." The blonde yells back- adjusting her fur coat. "Alecia wanna dance?"
Alecia nods and starts walking to the dance floor. Before Wren goes she downs the rest of her drink and struts to the dance floor.
The girls sway their bodies to the beat of the music. People start looking their way and making more space for them.
Two men come up behind the two dance with them. The girls go with it for a few minutes until they begin to reach past the line.
"Okay Mr. Handsy back off." Wren says trying to pull out of his grip. "Handsy number two let my friend go."
"How about we trade- your name and number for us to let go?" The person behind Wren offers.
"No." The men start to get to the point where it's to much
Whipping her hair- Wren turn to face the man- pulling a gun out of the holster.
Holding the loaded piece of artillery to the mans head he immediately lets go.
"No need to keep that out, sweetheart." The man stutters out as he walk towards a table with his friend.
"How about you leave this club and never come back. Then I'll put the gun back." Without the music it all becomes deathly silent. That is until the boys stumble out the door.
Wren walks up to the bar looking sober ,but she's a little tipsy. "Can I get a margarita and a round of Jell-O shots?" She asks the bartender. He doesn't even answer. Alecia walks up to stand beside Wren.
A bouncer walks up behind the girls and grabs them by the arms. Both girls struggle as they are pulled into a back room.
Inside the room is filled obviously expensive furniture. The moment that the bouncer sets them down Wren swings and nail the gorilla of a bouncer in the jaw.
Her already bruised and cut up knuckles split after she hit him. The familiar pain hits as he swings back and hits her in the jaw. Head flying to the side Wren recovers quickly. Throwing a round house kick to the gorillas temple she knocks him down and out.
A husky chuckle can be heard from the other side of the room. "Good show, diavolo." A thickly accented voice sound from the leather chair that sits behind the desk.
"Thank you." Wren's dry raspy voice answers. "Can I take a smoke?"
"Once we get to my house. Or should I say our house." The man answers with a sly smirk.
Alecia reaches over and whispers into Wrens ear. "Great you got us a one way ticket to hell."
"I have to go back home at one point." Wren smiles after.
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His Girl
Romance"You shouldn't be here." He yells. "Where's the fun in going to a place your supposed to be?" Her raspy voice shouts back. •~•~•~•~• "Come on you know I could be some fun. You're not here with anyone anyways." The man drunkenly slurs. I feel a famil...
