Gossamer
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Prologue
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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A/N: Neeeeew story. Purim is coming up and I decided I wanted to write something loosely inspired by the holiday's story. So TADA
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"Come on Emily. Just a little." Shane pulled his fiance closer to him, the smell of alcohol pouring off him as she squirmed in his lap. "No Shane." She pushed at his chest as his friends jeered behind him. He put his lips at her ear and softly nipped her earlobe whispering, "Just one little strip tease. Forget about the sharing thing." She slapped him and stood up. "No you pig!" His drunken band of misfits started squawking about getting rid of the whore and the obviously drunk Shane responded to their requests. "Get out of here! Get out of my face! If I ever fucking see you near me again Ill have my friends take care of you!" She gathered her things and spit at him running out as a glass hit the wall near her head.
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"Mitch! Did you hear the news?" Mitchie spun in her chair to peek out the opening of her cubicle to look at her friend Caitlyn as she barreled down the hallway of their office. "What Cait?"
"He dumped her! Made her leave the hotel! We've got dibs on the story. And since you are our resident Shane Gray expose artist you get the honor of writing this front cover tidbit." Mitchie rolled her eyes grabbing the pictures and notes from Caitlyn. "Oh goody. Im thrilled."
"Don't act so excited Mitch." Mitchie faked a smile as she set the papers on her desk and rubbed her face. "I know how much you love writing about Shane."
"Its the reason for my existence. Now, Ill get started on this but please promise me you'll come rescue me at lunch time for sushi or something along those lines. Actually scratch that. I want to eat at the world's biggest dive, somewhere where there is no mention of the name Shane Gray."