Chapter 3
Ah…Let the drama begin. Amber Sweet, there is so much to be said about the spoiled little gitt. To recap she is the youngest Largo Child and the only girl. She changed her name to Amber Sweet because she wanted to be an Opera Singer, or at least did until Blind Mag officially died. Amber's one big chance on the stage left her feeling a little, shall we say, disenchanted with performing. She actually has yet to set foot on the stage again. Thankfully for our ears! Her big night she was completely off key and this could actually be due to bad voice in general but, I think a big part of it was the fact the she just had a face surgically constructed and the hot stage lights made it slide off. I know it still makes me chuckle to think of it but if you mention it in front of her boy does she blow up! Of course sometimes I love doing that, I know I'm evil. What do you expect?
As soon as Amber got in the living room and caught her breath she started to gag. "Oh gross!!!! What are you two doing? I walk in and see you two all cozy like this! I think I might have to get a new set of eyes put in, I don't think I can keep ones that have seen such filth!" Of course GraveRobber thinks this is the funniest thing he's ever heard and starts cackling. I get up and scowl at both of them. I primly straighten my skirt and smooth it over my tights waiting for the laughter and gagging to subside. 10 minutes later I'm about to invoke the wrath of the devil to make them stop when GraveRobber looks up at me and stops laughing. He nudges Amber with the toe of his boot since she has fallen to the floor at his feet making noises like an animal. "Amber I'd stop if I were you. Shi looks like she is going to go meltdown on us. Trust me you DON"T want to see that!" He's referring to the one time I've completely lost it on him.
When I first offered to let GraveRobber move in with me I laid down some ground rules they are the following:
~Come and go as you please but always lock up either way
~Don't bring strange people (men or women) home you can do your business elsewhere I don't run a brothel
~No stealing and selling of any of my property unless I tell you to get rid of it for me
~And most importantly NO drugs in or around my house EVER EVER
The first month of our cohabitation GraveRobber made the mistake of bringing his stash of Z into my house to portion it out for his clients. Let's just say the fit I had over it made all the little glass vials shatter and he lost a lot of money over not listening to my rules. He now has a permanent partner who handles the actual drug storage for him and hence makes sure that the drugs never have to come into our home again.
Amber sobers up pretty fast once she sees that GraveRobber is actually scared. I might be 17 but I sure am forceful when I feel like it. As a matter of fact I've been getting more and more so as time goes by. Sometimes I wonder if I might end up having another personality like my father did, of course he did it to deal with the stress of having to be Rottis laky and hired killer. But I digress.
After hiccupping a few times Amber sits on my vacated ottoman and tries to drape herself across GraveRobbers knees. Thankfully he shot her a look of disgust and with the grace and agility of a dancer hopped up from his chair and stood by the fireplace. Amber huffed a bit and moved to sit in his chair arranging her fluffy red skirts around her legs. I cleared my throat impatiently. "Well Amber what do you want? Just because you know how to use the secret tunnels doesn't mean that you can use them to barge in whenever you feel like it." Amber rolled her eyes at me. The last time I saw her they were a sky blue color, tonight they are a hazy purple that I was actually envious of. She caught me looking and fluttered her fake eyelashes at me, seems everything on her is synthetic. "Since you asked so nicely I'll tell you….I'm bored!" She uttered this statement with such severity you would think she just pronounced herself dieing of as serious illness, vanity apparently not being deadly (unfortunately).
GraveRobber sighed and wagged his eyebrows at me clueing me in that he was going to play with Amber a bit. I wasn't in the mood. I shook my head at him and squared my shoulders at her, "Amber I appreciate that with your father gone you are in a position of no longer being the spoiled brat princess who needs to ask daddy for everything. You are now the queen of an empire and I know that responsibility can be taxing at times. But obviously if you are bored you are giving your brothers way to much control of the company and need to get on your feet and do something with your life." Amber is used to my pep speeches, since her fathers fall and her rise to corporate head she has been frequenting the same spots as GraveRobber and I. She actually fallows us around like a lost puppy dog, minus the drool unless she has had a lot of Z then the drool observation is null and void.
GraveRobber and Amber begin to have a conversation about the newest operations that GeneCo is advertising and my eyes begin to glaze over. Sometimes I think she only comes around to get ideas from him. If he could only use his powers for good instead of evil…….but then again why fight the dark side they have cookies! Speaking of I realize that I'm famished. Unfortunately GraveRobber is a horrible cook and I'm still learning since I wasn't allowed in the kitchen until my father's demise. I come back with a box of some sort of crackers and a glass of water. Not exciting but it will do until I learn how to cook better. My blackened meat lump is still in the ice box waiting for GraveRobber to laugh at, eventually it will happen.
I return to the living room to find Amber and GraveRobber arguing over which is classier spinal replacement or eye reconstruction and am suddenly no longer hungry. I left the crackers and water on the table next to GraveRobber and he nods and smiles at me for a second while Amber is making a point about how a straight spine is so trashy compared to rainbow colored ocular implants. I shake my head and walk upstairs to retire to my room. Funny when I was stuck in there I didn't think I would ever get out, but now that I have my choice of rooms to explore I find I want the solitude it offers more and more.
Funny how things change and stay the same simultaneously isn't it?