The rain pattered down on the windsheild as Babydoll turned on the wipers.
"Fuck babydoll, we'll never make it in this rain." her boy friend Tripp stated. The DragonStomper .36 in looked as if it would shoot the next person on sight. Everything was tense that evening. She huffed,
"Look, I'm trying, but I'm pretty sure Lily won't follow if we speed in this weather. If she drives over 60, her vehicle will blow up." She tapped her fingers on the wheel as he looked out the window. They were on their way to an abandoned facotry to meet Reaver, the former, corrupted owner of the Industry of Albion. He was a legendary Hero, and Pirate King, back in his prime. Babydoll wondered why her mother never spoke of him. Queen Moira was a wonderful ruler, and Hero. She watched her mother rise through the Revolution, and take down Logan. She heard graet stories of her grandmother, Queen Sparrow. All in good time, she would be Queen herself. They year was 1906 in Albion, and times had changed tremendously. Industry was still big, but most of the factories in Millfields were outdated, and quickly shut down. Her mother, Queen Moira, was a just ruler, but a bit corrutped. 'Monarchy does that child.' She always told babydoll. Babydoll and Tripp were about the most corrupted teenagers around Bowerstone. When they were together, people would stay off the streets. Her mother encouraged her to take what she needed, and to be assertive. Royalty had that perk, and Babydoll and Tripp agreed.
Babydoll kept driving down the old dirt road, making sure not to pass the factory. Babydoll tugged on her collar, and put her braid over her shoulder.
"What if Reaver doesn't show?" Tripp nipped at her and growled into her neck,
"If he doesn't show, then we send Blondie and Lily to track him and then we kill him." He chuckled as she slapped him away and kept driving.
I'm sure Mr. Ben Finn would not approve of you calling him 'Blondie', I might tell on you." She joked back, and held his hand, tensly.
"If you do, I'd be rather hurt, I think I might shed a tear."
"Oh don't feign innocence Tripp, I know you wouldn't cry. I just want everything to go according to plan." She looked up at him, and he tightened the grip on her hand, and then let go to open a small vile from his jacket.
"Here Baby, you need some. It'll help you loosen up." She turned him,
"Put it in my tea, you know I can't take opium straight." After a few minutes, she turned on the radio, and he passed her a flask,
"Your tea, milady. Haha, drink up!" The effects were already kicking in, his eyes hazed over, as he lazily lit a cigarette. She took her flask and drank, letting the warm tea, and sweet opium take over. The effects were almost immediate. She could feel her eyes haze over, and all her nerve endings dull. Her mind was high in the clouds, as she pulled into the she opened the door, they both fell out laughing in each other's stocking was ripped and Tripp had mud on his pants and jacket. They got up and stumbled over to the gate, laughing and hushing each other, which made then burst into more laughter.
"Darling, I don't think this is opium." Babydoll cackled, and then shushed herself, Tripp laughed in return,
"Its not, they crushed up amphetamine's in this little tavern down in Old Bowerstone. I only paid 87 gold for it!"
"Well well, I see the party already started, and without me. How dreadful." A strange voice spoke, loudly, and looming. As they looked up, a tall, pale, young man in all white, save for his black top hat. His gun hung loosely from his hand. Tripp broke the silence, slurring his words,
"Nice DragonStomper .48, I have a .36." Reavers face lit up, amusement pulling at his lips. So the man likes guns, they would play this to their advantage.
"May I see it?" The man inquired. Babydoll spoke,
"Are you Reaver?" He had a wolfish grin that sent chills through the both of them.
"Who else, Babydoll? He's the only man alive, well somewhat alive, to own a DragonStomper .48. I'm the only one to own a .36. But I don't sell souls for mine." He added, with a slurred chuckle. Reaver laughed politely, as Tripp got the gun to show to Reaver.
"Might I try it?" Reaver asked, with that wolfish grin. Almost instantly, Babydoll did not trust him.
"Tripp, wait! Don't do it!" But she couldn't get it out fast enough. Reaver held both guns, in each hand, comparing. Tripp looked at her with an easy smile, his beautiful chestnut hair falling down in his completely black eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, and mouthed,
I love you Babydoll.