One shot of Vodka Two shots of Love
Chapter 1 Addiction
…Be the Drunk…
Your name is Roxy Lalonde; you're 21 years old and have an addiction…Alcohol. You had your first sip at age 13 and have been hooked ever since. You loved the rush you got whenever you took a sip, alcohol made you feel like you could conquer anything, you felt invincible, without it you felt weak and pathetic. You looked around the bar, which just so happened to be the third one you've been to that night. You were constantly changing bars, you drank so much the owners eventually kicked you out, and you were left to seek out a new spot to drink your precious drink.
The bar you were currently at was a lot nicer that the other ones you had been to. You were used to drinking in the slums of town, Vodka and Whiskey were a lot cheaper, but tonight you decided to treat yourself at a finer more expensive bar which you were sure you didn't have the money for, but you would figure something out later. You looked down at the two shot glasses in front of you before picking one up, putting it to your lips, and throwing your head back letting the strong liquid slither down your throat. It burned like hell, but it was so good, and so worth it. After taking a sharp intake of breath you proceeded onto the second shot glass.
You placed the shot glass down with a small smile; you could feel to pair of eyes burning a hole in your back. You were intoxicated for sure, but you weren't hallucinating…at least not yet. You slowly turned and raised an eyebrow in the direction were you felt the eyes coming from. "Aren't you going tointroduce yourself?" you slurred swaying a bit from side to side. It was quite dim in the room and all you could make out was a small shadow, but once the figure stood up and walked closer the shadow started to grow bigger and bigger and bigger.
You could now identify the figure as he stood a mere three inches away from you. You stared into his eyes through your own heavily glazed ones. "Well, hello there handsome" you grinned, receiving a small snort from the other. "Come here often?" you snickered before bursting into laughter even though the situation wasn't entirely that funny. "You've only had two shots and you're completely wasted, but what should I expect from a woman" the man's voice was strong and rich with power; you almost melted listening to it.
"Actually, this just so happens to be me third bar tonight" you leaned back against the counter and crossed your arms. "Oh?" the other raised an eyebrow a small smirk replacing his once serious expression. You nodded proudly and picked up one of your shot glasses and put it to your lips, but pulled it away and held it upside down finding it empty. You shook your shot glass and pouted a bit before putting it back down and sighing in disappointment. The man stood up straight now towering over you, he must have been at least 6'7 maybe a bit taller, you were about to ask but went quiet when he spoke again.
"I'm sure you are aware that this bar is for the upper class, how may I ask are you going to pay?" you listened closely, he spoke with such class and elegance, you also detected a small accent. It sounded Romanian or something along those lines. You moved your eyes from his lips to back to his eyes which he blinked impatiently as he waited for your answer. "Didn't you know love, I am the upper class, why I'm the bloody queen of England" you spoke in a fake British accent before giggling earning yourself a scowl from the abnormally tall man. You smiled sweetly and batted your blonde eyelashes at him innocently, "Can't you just help me out this once? I'll figure out some way to pay you back" you gave him your best puppy dog face. The man's scowl turned into a slight grin, "Oh I'll be more than happy to help you out my dear" he purred.
You grinned, but your expression quickly changed as you were picked by one of the large security guards and harshly thrown out of one of the back doors. "And stay out!" the guard yelled before quickly slamming the door. You groaned and slowly stood up rubbing your butt in the process. "what a jerk" you groaned softly , "Yea, my uncle can be a tool sometimes" you quickly turned around and stared at the lanky teen who was wearing a dirty apron with a cigarette between his grey soft looking lips. "The security guard is your uncle?" you asked curiously, the teen shook his head "the owner" he sighed.
"Why do you think he's a tool?" you tilted your head to the side. "For kicking you out like that" the teen raised an eyebrow, "Well he's lucky he's so attractive you grinned causing the boy to grimace before rolling his eyes. You licked your lips absentmindedly as you looked the teen up and down. "You're not as tall as he is" you spoke bluntly, "I don't think anyone is" the boy spoke in a raspy voice that was identical to the sexy bar owner's.
You gave a small smile before taking the teen's cigarette from between his lips and placing it between your own. The boy stared at you with large curious yellow eyes before giving a sloppy smile. "So what's your name kid?" you tilted your head up as you blew the cigarette smoke into the chilly night air. "Gamzee" he stuck his hands in his pockets, "The names Rock be…Rosie….Rozy….Roxy" you slurred before throwing the cigarette on the ground and swaying again this time falling over only to be caught by the skinny teenager. "Why are there two of you?" you giggled softly.
Gamzee smiled and let a small laugh escape his grey lips. "I think you've had too much to drink miss" he helped you to your feet. "Too much? Too much?, you can never have too much to drink! Too little yes, but too much?" you looked up at him with a shocked expression. He simply smiled and shrugged, you hugged onto the boy's arm before nuzzling it. "You should…go inside and bring me back some…wine or…vodka…definitely vodka!" you grinned. "And lose my motherfucking job?, I don't think so" the boy chuckled.
"Please? We can drink it together if you like, I just need a drink, please? I just need a sip, one incy wincy sip" your eyelids felt so heavy you were having a hard time keeping them open. "but you're already so drunk" Gamzee sighed, you shook your head trying to reassure him that you weren't when in fact you were completely wasted. "I'm just buzzed dearie" you spoke slowly before looking up at him with fogged over eyes.
…Be the teen…
You looked at the drunk blonde and sighed softly. She was pretty attractive, so how could you deny her what she wanted. You leaned her against the wall so that she wouldn't fall over and quickly hurried into the kitchen. Your uncle was going to kill you for this if he ever found out. You snatched a bottle of vodka from off one of the shelves before dashing outside to the small alley where the blonde waited for you. You held up the bottle with a victorious smile and watched as Roxy slowly began to walk towards you. She looked like a baby just learning how to walk, her hands were stretched out in front of her and her balance was a bit off.
You tugged the cork out of the bottle with ease before holding the bottle above your head. You chuckled softly as the young women whined and jumped a bit trying to reach the precious bottle she so badly wanted. "Don't be mean" she whined loudly, you quickly pressed the bottle to your lips and drank about half of it before it was quickly snatched away and drunken by the blonde. After she was done quenching her thirst she weakly threw the bottle aiming for the dumpster, but instead it landed on the ground instead shattering to pieces.
"I'll have to clean that up later" You thought to yourself before turning your attention back to Roxy who looked as if she was ready to sleep. "It's getting late, maybe you should head home" you spoke softly as the girl slid down the brick wall behind her and closed her eyes. You looked around not really sure what to do, you couldn't just leave her there, and you would probably regret it later if you did. There was no way you could take her back in the bar; your uncle would throw a fit. You gently picked up the women deciding it would be best to take her back to your house.
(Chapter 2 coming soon!)
