Title: One More Hit
Author: Sagune
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are all property and from the creative mind of Jonathan Larson.
A/N: Re-worked spacing errors. Enjoy!
Mimi Marquez had coincidentally chosen to stay late on the same day that a certain drug dealer had decided to go fishing for a late victim.
The night air was cold and there wasn't a single star in the sky, nothing but the moon, which cast its eerie glow on the streets below.
It was late at night, but in this part of town late night was merely primetime for all the drug dealers. Although there was really only one drug dealer that ruled this part of town – "The Man", the usually called him – and he was currently leaving through the side door of his famous as well as infamous drug house.
Mimi Marquez had unknowingly chosen to walk down that particular alleyway which was a shortcut back to the loft.
"Mimi, where are you going to so fast?" a voice called, which caused Mimi to stop suddenly.
"...Jeff?" the young girl called to the darkness of the alley, "is that you?"
Jeff stayed in the cloak of the darkness for a bit longer, watching with a smirk as Mimi stiffened at the feeling of being watched but not knowing by whom.
"You know my voice well, Miss Marquez." Jeff stepped into the light and Mimi moved away quickly.
The older man felt around in his coat pocket and smiled, finding what he was looking for.
"Tell me Miss Marquez, when's the last time…you had a hit?" he said, holding up a small syringe and a vial filled with a brownish liquid.
"N-no Jeff. I'm trying to stay away from that stuff." Mimi began to back up toward the wall.
"Aren't we all?" Jeff stepped closer towards her...closing the space between them.
"Roger wants-"
"Who cares what Roger wants?" Jeff moved towards her.
"He doesn't care about you Mimi. If he did, then he would go and get an actual job instead of depending on you to help pay his rent," Mimi gasped when she felt the cold surface of the wall behind her, Jeff was so close now that Mimi swore she could feel his breath on her neck...but she was still too startled to move.
Jeff leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Come on Meems, just take the hit...it'll make you feel better," he held up the needle, his eyes almost pleading.
Mimi didn't say anything; she just stood there staring at the sickening cause for her horrible addiction.
Jeff smiled, "This one's on me." He took her arm.
Mimi hesitated but finally gave in to addiction, "...okay...but only one." Mimi bit her lip as she folded back the sleeve of her shirt, exposing her arm.
She winced at the initial pain as the needle pierced her skin, but then sighed heavily when the liquid left the needle and entered her bloodstream; slowly taking away all her worries.
"Good girl." Jeff smiled; he had made a good catch for the night.
~ Earlier that night ~
The phone rang.
Roger and Mark were both asleep and the message is relayed to the answering machine.
"SPEAK!" came the infamous tone.
"Hi, Rog? You're probably asleep. I was just called to ask how your gig went, and to say that I'll be staying a bit later at the club tonight to try and make some extra money. I know another rent payment is coming up soon. Today for you, tomorrow for me right? Anyway, my boss just told me that I'm being requested onstage...gotta go, love you!" Mimi hung up the phone, re-applying her lipstick as she made her way back to the stage...back to the sounds that the Cat Scratch Club was so famous for: drunk, perverted men.
A/N: If response is good, then more to come…