Cliché [LT Fanfiction]

Chapter Five

Alexis dressed herself up in a white button down shirt, a red-orange blazer, jeans and Sperry's that nearly matched the red-orange color of her blazer.

"What's with the get up?" Larry raised his eyebrow at her as she walked down the stairs. Larry wasn't dressed professionally at all; he had on a plain, white shirt, khakis and Air Force Ones. "Aren't we having a meeting today?" Alexis asked adjusting her jeans.

"Yeah, but you don't have to do all that."
"Don't wanna give the wrong impression."

Alexis noticeably rolled her eyes at him irritated. She pushed passed him and headed to the couch. She sat on the couch across from the couch with girls on it, not in the mood to turn down their 1,000 sexual offers. "You really gotta be like that?" Larry asked.

"Stop talking to me, Larry."
"I—"

"I'm ready!" Mari called coming into the main part of the house. Neither was she dressed professionally; she was in a plain, black shirt that fit her well, jeans and Infrared Jordan's. Their outfits made Alexis feel like she's overdressed. She paused when she looked at Alexis. "What's with the get up?" She asked. Alexis chuckled, somewhat amused that Mari had asked the same question as her cousin. "I don't wanna give the wrong first impression."

"We've been watching you for years. I'm pretty sure we already had our first impression of you... years ago."

"You ready to go?" Alexis changed the subject. 

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Alexis is a fast walker, so she reached the door to the house before they did.

She was about to enter the house, but was stopped by the buff arm of the bouncer. The bouncer is buff as hell, but not necessarily handsome. The size of the automatic rifle he's holding scares her but also intrigues her. "You're a gorgeous young lady, but you don't look familiar," he says.

"I'm Alexis. They haven't told you about me?" She tries to yank her arm out of his grasp, but can't even move it; it feels as if her arm is stiff. The guard shows no signs of struggle, continuing the conversation with, "No. They haven't."

"So what am I? Some secret science project?" She asks annoyed. The fact that she was basically born into the Mafia and been watched over by them for years, and the bouncer doesn't know who she is irritates her. "You have business with Laurent?" He asked her.

"Who?"

"Let her go, Shade," Mari said, "She's with us." The bouncer, obviously Shade, nodded and let her go. He pressed a button on his intercom headset and said, "Open the door." The large, expensive-looking double doors opened. Shade stepped to the side to let them pass. "I am sorry for the trouble," he apologizes, "I was just doing my job."

"I understand," Alexis tells him.

She let Mari and Alexis walk ahead of her since she doesn't know where the hell she's going. This house is bigger than Mari's, so she knew for a fact that she would get lost. She looked around at many people dressed in black. They're completing multiple tasks; taking care of the weaponry, moving drug crates, talking to other people dressed in black with clip boards in their hands, making and taking phone calls. Despite all of this going on, it still looks like a slow business day.

"Larry! Mari!" The fashion stylist, Angel screamed from a distance. She stopped her task of assigning an outfit to a escort, women who are just supposed to be the pretty lady on your arm for the public eye. She hugged them both at the same time. "Larry, it's been so long."

"I know. Things are very different here."
"Yes they are! Very—"

She stopped once she caught sight of Alexis. "And who is this?" She asked moving around Larry to get a good look at her. "Alexis," Larry answered. She hummed, rubbing her chin while inspecting Alexis. Alexis felt nervous being looked up and down by a woman she does not know. "She's cute too. She could be an escort." She smiled. "Oh, where are my manners?" She said brightly. "I'm Angel. I'm the 'fashionista' around here," she air quoted. She held her hand out for Alexis, and Alexis shook it giving her a fake smile. "How are you hun?"