Break the Chain

I am the fucking cops

I have no self control with posting... this was supposed to be released on monday... but i'd do anything for you guys! 

I won't keep you long, but just a quick question. would you guys be interested in a Flip/Break the Chain groupchat on snapchat?  You would just get a bunch of me being in idiot... Let me know what y'all think!! 

-Dal
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You were nervous.

Shit, if it had anything to do with Flip, you were nervous. Butterflies lived in your stomach around that man.

You looked up to your reflection at the hotel bar you were sitting at, trying to see how you looked between the liquor bottles against the shelf. You saw your dark wavy hair resting just past your shoulders. It was too dark to see your makeup, but you knew your brown eyeshadow laid across your lids.

You sat up a little straighter to see the top of your dress.

Red.

It contrasted well against your dark hair. You bit your lip as you rubbed your charm on your necklace between your thumb and index finger. You didn't notice how low cut the dress was until now...

You sighed as you looked down at your legs. You almost felt exposed in such a dress.

You shrugged into your seat to take a sip from your drink. You needed something to ease the nerves since it was your first time going out on such a fancy dinner.

Correction. First time going out on such a fancy dinner... Ever.

Since Flip stayed in town to 'check on things', he suggested you two have a nice dinner to catch up. You know... since you ghosted him for a week.

Oops.

You two decided to meet at the biggest hotel in downtown. He had to swing by the station, but told you to meet him at the bar in the lobby. His specific orders were to take an Uber there, so he could take you home. Thinking about that made you nervous again. You took a deep breath, taking a bigger sip this time.

You were in your own thoughts when a man stumbled up towards the bartender, leaning against the counter. He slurred his words as he ordered a Manhattan with Rittenhouse whiskey. He was in a business suit, with a few buttons undone. You imagined he was in meetings all day, and now he was trying to blow some steam. You quickly realized you were looking a little too long when the man looked over at you. Not even looking at your face, might you add. He went directly to your body.

"Why, aren't you a pretty thing... here all alone?" He stepped closer, still leaning against the bar for support. You could smell the liquor on his breath. He took a sip of his freshly made drink.

"No. I'm waiting for someone." you said bluntly, not making eye contact with him. You didn't want to give him any cues on you being okay with him talking to you.

"Looks like you're all alone to me." this man, of course, didn't catch onto your vibe as he ran the back of his finger up and down your arm.

You looked up at the bartender, eyes screaming for help, but he was busy on the other side of the bar.

You shrugged his touch away, but it only made him step closer to you.

"You know... I have a room here... aaallll the way at the top. Only big players stay up there." he went back to caressing you up and down with his finger, only this time he moved to your back.

"You look so sad down here by yourself... I think if you come with me, I could change that..." he was now leaning in, whispering in your ear. You cringed your face. He didn't just smell like liquor. He reeked of it. You closed your eyes trying to get the courage to tell him to fuck off.