Broken Glass
Holly sucked in as the glass bowl lit up, pulling against the water in the bong. When the chamber was filled with white she pulled out the bowl, breathing in the smoke. She saw him from across the room, harassing the security of her father's club. Of her club really, now that he was gone. She saw him draw blood. She saw his face paint, disgustingly red smile drawn sloppily up to his cheek bones. And she knew. He was coming for her, and he wanted a deal. The bleeding man pointed in her direction. Bad idea bud. "Chess!" She shouted over the music. The hulking man standing by Holly leaned in. "Whose that guy over there?" And instead of pointing to Joker, she pointed to her security, slumped against the wall holding his poor face.
Chess squinted and then, "Hank." She nodded. He should've known better than to sell out her location. He was only doing it for his safety, she knew, but he was her security, getting paid ten an hour for her safety, and she did not tolerate disloyalty.
"Take him out back." Chess nodded, not lifting an eye brow. He was good at taking orders without questions. She liked that.
Now her attention was back to the Joker, and she couldn't help suppress the giggling when it bubbled up. He had the unfortunate task of crossing the dance floor to get to her, and he for one did not look like a dancer.
After much shuffling, glowering, and occasional bighting, Joker made it to his destination. The docile little thing was ripping more bong, completely ignoring his presence, though knew she had been watching. It was quite funny. No one seemed to notice his existence before. But after the…incident…they couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Is it my charming good looks? "hahaHAHAHA!" He burst out in spite of himself, slapping his knee. Always the comedian. Now, back to business. Holy looked up at him and blew stale smoke in his face. Why hello there Red, you seem to be doing well. I'd just… you idiot. Upon realizing the conversation he was having was all in his head, Joker tried again. "Why hello there Red! Seem to be doin well." She looked up at him, and there was something in her eyes he couldn't place. Sure she looked annoyed but there was something...else. He made a mental note to look into it later. HAH! Mental….
"The answer is no, clown." She cut in, leaving his unformed words on the tip of his tong.
His eye brows disappeared into his hairline. "Now how could ya know what I was gonna ask before I said it?" He said mockingly.
She set aside the bong. "Because I know how you operate. I'm not handing over my dad's business to you, I'm not cutting you in on it." She smirked up at him as a frown began to form on his face. "I'm not lacing my drugs, I'm not cutting back on sales. I'm NOT scheming with you."
Joker reached for the bong next to her, smashed it against the wall and held a sharp dagger length shard of glass to her neck. Her pretty snow white neck, which would look so much more beautiful with a little red to accent it. "How about revenge, you didn't mention that now." He snarled. Surprisingly at first she didn't look that intimidated. More pissed off about the broken bong. He leaned in, pressing the scared painted side of his face against her cheek. "We both know who took care of your parents, Dolly." He breathed in her ear.
Suddenly Joker felt someone from behind grab him and he was pulled off of his feet. "You must be some kinda stupid for pullin that shit in here, clown."
"NO, no, I'm just CRAZY." He assured the man, grinning widely. Holly's chestnut eyes were wide with what he had just said to her moment before. And he liked that look. He really did. "HAHAHA!"
