Lethal

Chapter 2: Factory

Alexandra

We walked into The Factory, at once hit by the stench of alcohol and sweat permeating the air. It wasn't too crowded yet. However, those present were already inebriated to the point of stumbling.

Wayne, the bartender, beamed when he saw us. At once he made his way towards us, leaning over the bar and pulling me in for a one-armed hug. His eyes lingered flirtatiously on Feroz for a few moments longer before he smiled at him.

And being the awkward person that he is, Feroz tried to return the smile, only it came out looking like a grimace.

"I heard about Chicago." Wayne turned back to me, his smile dimming, "How is Xavier?"

"Given the fact that his wife and daughter were attacked and may or may not be alive, and that he lost so many of his members, I'd say he is pretty bad." I rambled.

He only nodded sympathetically, not at all bothered by my tone.

"So, what brings you two here?"

"Actually, I'm looking for Penelope." I answered, "We need her help with something."

"Turn around," he smirked, nodding his head towards something behind us.

We did.

Penelope was the sole occupier of the dance floor along with a guy I didn't recognize. I could spot that mass of electric blue hair from a mile away. Dressed in a crop top and shorts, she was grinding against the guy, who seemed like he was enjoying paradise.

"Here," Wayne called out from behind us, "you're going to need this."

We turned around to see him pushing a couple of shots towards us. He was right- I would be needing it if I was dealing with a woman driven by alcohol and hormones right now.

When I reached the dry-humping couple, I tapped on Penelope's shoulder, which made her whirl around.

Her blue hair matched her eyes, which were rimmed with perfectly applied winged eyeliner. Never one to be subtle, her lips were painted with a shocking matte red, making a perfect pout.

It took her a second before her drunken senses recognized me. Letting out a squeal of delight, she hugged me tightly, "Where have you been? I missed you."

"I missed you too." I smiled, "But I need your help."

My tone must have compelled her to understand it was something important.

"Anything for you, babe. Let's head to the office."

"Wait, you're leaving?"

Our eyes shifted to her partner, his words spoken with utter sadness.

"I'll be back, sweetheart," Penelope promised, resting a hand on his cheek. I turned away when she leaned in and kissed him soundly on the lips.

As we turned to leave the dance floor, I hooked my arm with hers, "We both know you're not going back to him."

"He doesn't need to know that," she turned to me, mischief sparkling in her eyes, "Besides, he was too soft. You know I like it rough."

"Oh, I know," I told her, shaking my head with laughter.

Five minutes later, all the love that Penelope felt towards me was gone.

"I can't believe this." she seethed, pacing back and forth in the office, "And you didn't even tell me."

"It only happened last night." Feroz offered most usefully from his position on the desk.

Penelope glared at him, continuing her merciless assault on the carpet, furious with us for not telling her about the attack sooner.