The doorman seemed to look at him as if he were a homeless person. Ben frowned and headed up to the house. "Um hello?" He called once in the door. He didn't know what to expect from Vinyl. Her agent had made him seriously worry about it when normally he wouldn't.
Vinyl was impatiently waiting for her new assistant to get there. It was taking her manager forever to find someone for her. She put a cigarette in her teeth and lit it, adding to the haze in the flat. Which was saying something for its large double storied size. The floors were strewn with random clothes, bottles, and food wrappers. She sat on the couch leaned over the coffee table, her perfectly straight black shoulder length hair falling around her face along with her straight cut bangs. Her dark eyeliner was smudged and her lips were painted red. The black stud in her nose matched her lip hoop and her many earrings in both ears. Her signature leather jacket hugged her thin frame as she wrote on a pad of paper. Her guitar sat unused on the couch next to her as she tossed another crumpled paper into the floor. Her manager had been begging her for a new hit song for weeks now. But it seemed to be slower going than usual and writers block was causing her to hit the bottle more than she normally did. A frosted glass bottle of vodka sat half empty on the glass coffee table. She heard someone come in then and took a drag off of her cigarette still in her teeth as she continued writing. The front door was right behind the couch so she knew they would see her. "Thank fuck youre here." She said around her cigarette that ashed itself onto her paper.
Ben looked around at the wreckage that was Vinyl's home. He walked over to the woman on the couch. "Uh hi. I'm Benjamin Dawson. I'm your new assistant." He couldn't believe he was so close to someone that famous. (Well it certainly looks like she had a party here recently.) He thought with a little worry.
She took a moment before crumpling up another paper and tossing it across the room. She looked up at him then, sizing him up. And that was when she started laughing. "What the fuck are you wearing?" She asked with amusement, her green eyes dancing as they locked onto his face.
Ben frowned. "Oh well I didn't know exactly what the job was but I wore my best clothes to the interview." He said scratching his neck nervously. "I know they're not great but it's the best I have." He said sheepishly. (Great first impression Ben.) He thought feeling like an idiot.
She snorted then and stood, shaking her head. "You look like an accountant dude." She teased as she stood. Her jacket was unzipped and she didnt appear to have anything underneath it. And her bottom half was still lacy see through pants that showed off her matching black cheeky panties. Her cigarette ashed itself in the floor again as she started walking. "You can borrow something to wear while youre here. Everything else can wait." She said over her shoulder as she hurried towards her bedroom and finally her closet.
Ben couldn't help but stare at her for a moment before blushing. "Oh uh. Sorry. Um can I ask you a question?" He asked timidly. (I can see so much of her.) He thought. (But I have to remember not to be disrespectful.)
Vinyl laughed lightly as she started digging through her closet for something that would fit him. "Sure thing." She said easily before putting thr cigarette out in an already full ashtray on one of the closet shelves. She had no idea what he was going to ask. Was it going to be an autograph or what she was thinking when she wrote a certain song?
"Your manager said some unsettling things and I was wondering if I had to do certain tasks." Ben said honestly. He was dreading the answer. He hoped he didn't make her angry with him right at the start but he couldn't turn back now.
