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”Look man,” She said. ”relax. She’s probably as freaked as you are. Just go to work tomorrow, act cool. Don’t even say anything about it. If she asks, say you were too drunk to remember.”
”I don’t know Nicky…”
”Do you wanna avoid a fuckin’ lawsuit? If so, this is probably the best way to do it. Or else you’re gonna be Brooklyn’s lesbian Harvey Weinstein.” Nichols said chuckling.
”That’s not funny.” Alex stood up, heading to the restroom.
”I never said it was!” Nichols shouted after her.
Alex closed the door behind her and looked into the bathroom mirror, running her hands down her face.
At least, not if I found something that offered me a better way of life.
Piper’s words rang through her mind. The way she looked in the lights of the pub flashed through her head. The way the younger woman’s fingernails felt in the back of her neck. She ran her fingertips over the same place Piper had touched. There were no marks yet she could still feel the ghosts of little crescent moon shaped indents in her flesh. The way Piper had tasted of tequila and sugar lip scrub. She thought of the way Piper’s body had felt against her own and the warmth she’d felt against her thigh as she pressed between the blonde’s legs. Oh god, she thought. This could mean so much trouble.
Looking at her reflection, Alex could see the dark bags under her eyes that she usually hid so well with concealer. Her eyes looked empty.
”Vause.” Nicky tapped at the door, opening it before Alex could respond. ”You know what would make you feel better?” She asked. Alex cocked an eyebrow up, waiting on Nicky to answer her own question. ”A line.”
Nicky was right. That would make Alex feel better. She followed her big-haired friend to the bedroom where Nicky opened her nightstand drawer. Alex noticed three large cartons of cigarettes inside the drawer.
”Jesus christ.” She laughed, picking one of them up. ”What the fuck is this?”
”Don’t fuckin’ judge me.” Nicky took it out of her hands. ”They were on sale.” She swapped the carton of cigarettes for a cigar box sitting next to it. She opened it, pulling out a small glass vial filled with the cocaine they would be doing. She pulled a glass pane out of the box. It had once belonged to a picture frame which held a photo of Nicky and her childhood nanny. This, Nicky thought, was a more beneficial use for it. Nicky began cutting lines, using an old credit card that also resided inside the cigar box. Alex could feel anxiety building in her chest. She always felt this way before participating in any sort of drug use with Nicky. She trusted Nicky, very much, but with the work they did and how often they picked up dead twenty-something’s who’d overdosed, she could never escape the fear of being the next one to fall victim to a laced line. Nicky, however, was fearless with her drugs. She’d do just about anything from anyone. Of course, she’d test it when she had at home test kits on hand. Tonight, they were going in blind.
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This is an interesting story…. mixture of romance, trying to make a buisness survive, competitive nature of women, being engaged to someone with life goals which may not match your own, and being in a buisness that deals with the dark side of life. And sprinkle in some illegal drug usage and shady characters. I’m ready to read some more…