Red

Bloody Mary

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and electric tingles plagued my spine. I shivered slightly at the thought of him having access to my apartment. I looked at myself in the mirror deciding that it would be unwise to check the perimeter stark naked. I reach over and grab a towel that was hanging up on the rack and drape it over my body.

Walking slowly out the bathroom I see that my room is clear, I look out the door frame into the dark hallway. I gulp, hugging the wall as I made my way down the corridor.

Eventually the thought popped into my head, this is fucking stupid.

I relax my tense muscles and walk back to the bathroom, finishing what I had started.

Now I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind begins to wonder. Moonlight spills in through my window, casting its silvery glow along the bedspread. I stared at the big luminous object hanging in the sky.

The moon looked almost lonely nothing around it, clouds like blocking it, and seldom stars to keep it company.  The inability to connect.

I closed my eyes for a minute until the tapping against a window shakes me from my slumber. Groaning, I roll out of bed and fixed my bunched  up shorts. I rub my throbbing ribs and pull up my window where Bigby sat.

He nodded at me before lithely swinging his large body through my window.

His eyes glowed a light topaz, comforting the darkness filling the room. "What time is it?" I said hoarsely, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.

Bigby waited until I stared up lazily at him, "Two in the morning."

I scowled and plopped down on my bed, massaging my scalp as I wrapped my head around the situation at hand. I gave a lion's yawn before I said softly, "It's the witches hour, so unless you're here to spell me which you're lacking the needs to do so. Get on with whatever needs my attention before I fall asleep."

Bigby smirked, "Get dressed, Red. We're going clubbing."

I whine and stumble out of my bed, it's going to be a long day.

***

"Bigby, you're really not going to make me go in there, are you?" I stared that the bright pink sign with the neon of a woman erotically throwing her head back. Next to her the glowing words read, The Puddin' and Pie. You're pleasure at our discretion!

Bigby laughed at my uncomfortable state, "I'm not in the position to make you do anything, Red."

I watch silently as his back retreats into the building.

I stand there for a while, contemplating life and why in the world I said yes. The club looked a little to quiet, the music wasn't pumping and people were cheering. A bad feeling pooled in my stomach.

Swearing under my breath I rush into the building. It was dark, the only light available was the black lights. I squint and walk slowly through the darkness until I hear the voice of no other than Georgie Porgie himself.

"I've never seen her in my life mate, yeah I pimped her out, but she never stepped a foot on my stage." Georgie chirped.

"Hmm," Bigby hummed. "Seems a little odd for a girl to wear the uniform of a dancer when really she should be standing on a corner in a skimpy dress. Unless you have your working girls topless on the streets. Mate." Bigby mocked loudly.

Georgie sighs, "I didn't even know her name, Tweedledee—"

My heart jumped.

"What about the Tweedles?" Bigby said, deathly calm.