Stupid Rich Girl

$ 28 - Two More Key Brothers

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Rosen

I was sitting at the old, dusty Island counter. Twiddling my fingers, the metallic dried blood laced between the cracks around my knuckles. I was deep in thought, my thoughts welcoming the silence around me.

Fetish. Who has a dark fetish? I mean c'mon, how can you set turned on by the dark? Would you even be able to see -

"Rosen" I looked up at my name being called. Landon leaned against the counter top beside me with an eyebrows raised. He looked as if he was debating something until his eyes shine with defeat.

"Foxy's looking for you again" H chuckled. I rolled my eyes and leaned up in the stool.

"You mean he's looking for someone to break up bar fights" I scoffed. Landon shrugged his shoulders though he knew I was right. It didn't bother me though. Foxy had always looked after me when I was polluted with drink so I guess it was my favour to him.

Besides, it beats being here when my father comes home.

I got up from my seat and grabbed the keys to the kawasaki Z650 and began to head towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Landon called.

"To Foxy's" I deadpanned, as if we were not just talking about it two seconds ago. I pulled up my hood and left the house. Climbing onto the bike and kicking back the kickstand, I took off towards the old tattered pub.

~*~

I twirled the tall glass in my hand slightly, watching the the last drop of the alcohol at the bottom of the class swirl with the small movement of my wrist.

"How is it that the one day you come here, there's no fights?" Foxy asked as he leaned on the counter top in front of me. I shifted on the bar stool and sat up straighter.

"You tell me" I shrugged, knocking back the rest of my drink before before placing it back down in the bar top. "It's my time that's being wasted" I said light heartedly.

Foxy chuckled and grabbed the glass. "I guess you'll be going out of here like an angel" He smirked as he grabbed a clean glass and began to fill me another drink. Funny how an angel in his eyes means just no blood on you hands for twenty four hours.

"I'd like to know what angel you know drinks when they're seventeen" I smirked up at him even though he couldn't see. He rolled his eyes and placed the drink in front of me.

"Shut up so I won't have to kill you" He warned jokingly. I shook my head and looked down at the liquid in front of me.

I heard the screeching of the stool beside me and shuffling until it stopped and someone now occupied the stool right next to me. In which nobody ever does for very obvious reasons around this side of town. And only members of this side of town come here.

"What can I get you fellas?" Foxy asked as he slung the dirty rag over his shoulder and faced the men beside me, judging by his plural question.

"What ever doesn't taste like shit, Lord knows I've had enough of the around here" One of them replied honestly. His voice wasn't blunt but it was clear he wanted to get his point across jokingly. Though one thing that stood out strongly was his thick Italian accent. My mind unwillingly wandered to Léna's to compare it but this guys was a lot more prominent.