Jhrennifer drags Needy to the local tavern to meet her favorite band. Needy the all too skeptical one thinks there's something shady going on. Some strong language in this chapter.

"You and me are going out tonight," Jennifer told her twin sister at her locker, that devious grin she always made.

"Where?" Anita, her sister asked; with Anita's blonde messy hair and big coke sized glasses compared to Jennifer's raven hair and perfect skin, almost no one would guess they were even related.

"The tavern. That band I like is playing. They're on tour."

Anita wanted to ignore her as she swooned for a bunch of guys with more eye liner than her.

"We're not 21."

"No duh, Needy but they're letting us in they just won't let us drink which I think is real bs. We're old enough to fuck but we can't party like everyone else."

Anita didn't really care for her nickname labeled on her since grade school, she was always seen as the nerdy, insecure sister. "Nice Philosophy, Jen," she cared less about her language.

"Whatever, I just tell it like it is," she said, checking herself out in the mirror on her locker door.

"Wait, are you planning on flirting for free drinks?" Anita frowned.

"Don't worry," Jennifer said with a long winded sigh, "I'll see if I can get you some too."

"Not what I meant."

"What, you going to rat me out?"

Anita paused when Jennifer stared her down, she always did this when she was trying to get her way, narrowing those misty blue eyes of hers.

"No," Anita answered.

"Exactly. Mom doesn't care. You think Dad would?" Anita was speechless, they never brought him up anymore, not since he walked out. "So let's try and have a good time tonight, alright little sister?" She patted the top of her head in a humiliating fashion.

Anita watched her walk away, shaking her hips for the boys to see.

It wasn't like they had to sneak out of the house, their mother was always exhausted and possibly drunk, she never really pried into their lives. Jennifer took her mom's brand new black Jetta, Anita thought it was a terrible idea.

"I'll be careful. Don't worry. Why can't you be more like me?"

"Failing half my classes and wanting to dry hump every boy?"

"No!" Jennifer laughed, "Be more loosened up. Not have a heart attack every time time there's a change in plans."

"I am loosened up...I just think you should be more cautious and aware of every action you make."

"Ah, are you looking out for me?" She touched her face, taking her eyes off the road; Anita was laughing but getting annoyed when she pushed her lips together, squeezing them. She saw the car was getting over the yellow line and a semi-truck was heading toward them. Jennifer was too busy laughing like a moron to notice. Anita got her attention by snapping her fingers. Jennifer immediately swerved back onto her side as the truck blared its horn and sped by, vibrating the car.

Jennifer looked over and laughed nervously, "Whoops!"

They got into the bar filled with mostly regulars in their 30s and 50s mixed with some from their school. Jennifer looked bitchy as she scanned the bartenders pouring drinks. "Fuck I can't wait until I can actually drink."

Anita was hoping to see a familiar face, her friend Chip, a boy she had a sort of crush on for some time now. She followed behind Jennifer when she spotted the band setting up to play on stage.

"Hi," said Jennifer to the man with the guitar and still wet eyeliner.

"Hi, there," he said, shaking her hand.

"I'm Jennifer Check...you're Low Shoulder. You're like really awesome, I follow you on Instagram."

"Cool. I'm Nikolai," he looked past Jennifer to Anita.

Jennifer had forgotten she was even still there, "Oh, this is my twin sister...or whatever."

"Twins?" He smirked, "How come you don't look alike?"

Anita lifted an eyebrow, "We're fraternal."

"Oh cool," he said turning back to Jennifer unphased, "Do you two have one of those twin connections? They say twins have a very specific type of aura."

Jennifer seemed lost in his eyes, not quite paying attention to what they were even talking about anymore, "Yeah, totally."

"Well I figured you were special before you came over here."

"Yeah," Jennifer chuckled, "We both have this birthmark you should see you'd probably think it's totally boss. It looks kind of like a flaming arrow. It's right on our...," Anita coughed loudly to get her to stop. Jennifer paused and smiled awkwardly with those piano key like teeth, "Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure. Tequilia sounds great."

Anita went to go play one of the pinball machines in the corner while Jennifer went to go persuade a bartender to let her get Nikolai his drink.

Anita overheard Nikolai and one of his band mates talking, it sounded weird.

"What about that one?"

"Are you kidding me? She's no virgin."

"It's always those girls, they act like they've been around but trust me..."

Anita had enough of that kind of talk, she matched up to them, narrowing her gaze, "Hey! That's my sister you're talking about. She'd never be involved with creeps like you." She walked over to Jennifer, flipping her hair at them. Nikolai admired the balls she had to come up to him like that.

In the washroom, the two girls got ready before the show. "I thought I was going to have to flash my tits to get him that shot!" Jennifer said checking over her face in the mirror.

"Mine could've gotten it." Jennifer laughed hard at that, "What's so funny?"

Jennifer looked down at Anita's perfectly fine chest, "You're practically flat chested compared to me!"

Anita, feeling embarassed, looked around for anyone within their proximity, "Am not!"

"Are too!" Jennifer smiled smugly.

"I know you stuff your bra, Jennifer!"

Jennifer scowled, "Oh yeah? Let's get them out and settle this right here!" She said this while reaching for Anita, preparing to lift up her shirt, but more teasing than serious.

Anita pushed her hands away and headed for the exit, "Come on, they're about to start!"

They couldn't get up very close to the stage, everyone had already packed in. They were able to find some room to see every band member though. As Nikolai sang and strummed his guitar it was as if Jennifer was in a trance. Anita noticed something, something off stage no one else saw. A fire. It was spreading quickly up a post and the ceiling. Before she could do anything it was going throughout the whole bar and everyone was running for the exits. Jennifer was watching an empty stage, Anita had to pull her away. She took her to the washroom and made their escape through the window.

The entire place was going up fast, there was hardly anyone outside yet. Anita and Jennifer made their distance from the carnage. Jennifer tripped and pulled Anita down with her in the dirt. Anita helped her up and touched her face, bringing her close. Something about her pupils and her breathing.

"Jennifer? Jennifer? Are you alright? Speak to me." It was like some catatonic shock or something.

Out of nowhere, Low Shoulder ' s van pulled up and they piled out. "Hey, you guys ok?" Nikolai asked, only acting worried it seemed because he made no real effort to help either of them.

"We...we need to go to a hospital," Anita said, still checking over her unresponsive sister.

"Well I have an idea. Let's take sis..." Nikolai snapped his fingers and the boys took a hold of Jennifer and carried her over to the back of the van. Anita sprang into action and blocked the door.

"I'm not just going to let you take her."

"We're running out of time," said an unseen band mate. Just then the door slid open and a hand holding a white rag went over the teen girl's mouth. She wasn't strong enough to get away. She was losing conciousness. Her eyes twitched and rolled back. Next thing she knew she had her lights went out.

What do you think so far? Next chapter will get into the smutty territory. Continued soon!