~*~*~*Chapter 2 *~*~*~
The Los Angeles race scene looked the same every Friday. Skanks or "racer chasers" humping and grinding to the beat of the blasting stereos and ogling at the racers, hoping for just a quick shag with anyone with male genitalia. The rich kids, staring at the girls and hoping for a little luck to win a race and win the trip down between one of the girls' legs. The adrenalin junkies looking for a quick high, or just the chance to see fast cars. The real racers, making their living by strategizing the races and fighting their damndest to walk away with their own car keys in their pocket and hoping to be a couple grand or new car richer. And the amateurs feeding right from their awaiting hands. It was like taking candy from a baby… a dead baby.
The tan brunette couldn't help but reacquaint herself with these thoughts as she observed the all too familiar scene before her. She pulled her blazer in tighter around her exposed midriff. Her gun pushing harder against her back, giving her a cold sense of comfort. Her caramel eyes taking in every sweaty body pulsing simply feet from her as well as cars pulsing with energy just slightly to each side of her.
"Just keep your head down, and don't draw any attention, it'll all be fine." Her sister whispered to her from Vincent's arms. They leaned against her slick black Audi R8 Spyder. As if her car wasn't going to draw attention, as if their presence alone wouldn't draw attention. She flinched when a familiar voice drew her eyes forward once more.
"Well if it isn't Rolls Royce herself, long time no see hun." She glowered at Hector.
"I wish it had been longer, Hector." She almost growled.
"OOOh mama, still feisty, just like I remember." He said coming closer, with a laugh he suggested, "In the spirit of your return, how about a song? Just one."
Royce growled before her sister gave her a look, saying "what harm could it do?" She thought hard for a few seconds before shrugging. She had always felt safer and more comfortable in the party and dancing side of these things.
She pulled herself up from leaning against the car, and strutted through the dancing crowd up to Leo, the local DJ. He smiled at her and she whispered a song in his ear and with a smirk he laughed and handed her a mic. She stood against his make do DJ booth, waiting as the deep guitar chords filled the air, drawing the dancing crowd's attention on her, as the races continued.
"Say my name and hers in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames" she started to get into it and turned toward the dancing.
"Erase myself and let go
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now"
"I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Said,
I don't care what you think as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery" She danced around, drawing some racer's attention to her as she lost herself in the music. The guitar and drums throwing her into a different world, as the crowd danced around her and her sister and Vincent looked on with smiles.
