Highly Dangerous
by:
DeeDee's Box and Emmeline's Embers
WE DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL.
The dark doorway of the aged and dirty bar was an invitation into the world of hedonism. One that Laney jumped into feet first, her grasp firmly on Genie's arm to move the girl along.
Genie was once again grateful for her friend's considerable size and strength while she remained close to Laney's back as the girl shoved her way past the crowd and to the bar. "Yo, Shark Face! Get me a beer!" Her voice was loud, even over the sound of the band. Sharky, the long time bartender and close friend of the girl's, raised his head in surprise at the insult he was so unfortunately accustomed to.
"There's my girls!" His voice was rough, matching his tough, tattooed exterior in the way you'd expect. "What's going on? Y'all were just here a few weeks ago?" After setting a beer down in front of the blonde, Sharky's hands reached below to grab the ingredients for Genie's favorite beverage, an Absolute Stress.
A potent mix of vodka, dark rum, peach schnapps, cranberry juice, and orange juice, an Absolute Stress is exactly the punch in the gut Genesis needed to relax her tired muscles. She gladly accepted the drink from Sharky, their finger tips touching in her haste to lift the glass to her glossed lips. "Take it easy, Genie. We don't need a repeat of The Incident." He inclined his head, his eyes meeting hers to ensure the point he'd made hit home.
The brunette raised her eye brow at the man, staring at him over the rim of the glass as she preceded to take a large gulp of the burning liquid. "Got it," her voice was sugary sweet, eyes narrowed so that the liner she'd carefully placed on her lids glinted in the low light dangerously. Genie's thoughts returned to the night her friend was referring to, closing her eyes to enjoy the warm feeling of the alcohol hitting her stomach.
Genie looked down at her elbows leaning on the dark wood, the fabric of her flowing purple strapless dress dully reflecting the dancing lights. Her eyes were heavy, slowed with alcohol. She smiled a dazed smile, her head finally clear of all the racing thoughts, as she waiting for Laney to finish God-knows-what with the muscled biker she'd hustled earlier.
A laugh escaped her lips at the thought of her friend's actions. Laney could honestly be beating the daylights out of him or hooking up with him in a bathroom. With Laney, you never knew. The girl had questionable morals, in Genie's opinion, but she was also a grown woman. One Genie had only a semblance of control over.
Either way, the man would be walking around dazed for the rest of the night. Be it with the stupid smile all of Laney's night time companions had or a concussion. "Sharky!"
Yelling out, she held her empty glass in the air to signify clearly her meaning. Her feet were wiggling inside her black, heeled Mary Jane's, a dance starting in her hips. Genie was definitely drunk, she decided.
A hand landed on her shoulder more heavily than she liked. "Let's dance, Angel." Genie's eyes followed the length of the pale hand resting on her exposed skin all the way up to it's owner, a medium height man with a dark five o'clock shadow.
The scruff on the man's face reminded her briefly of her deceased husband before she noticed the perverse smile on his lips and the over abundance of leather on his clothing. "No, thank you," she wiped his hand off her shoulder as if he had a disease.
'Great,' she thinks. 'Just as I forget Ian, the Leather Collector here reminds me.' Thoughts of her sweet, loving Ian plague the backside of her eyelids like her own, painful Imax. So obsessed was she in her grief that she'd started to see him in even the faces of Bar Flies. "It wasn't a question." He stepped closer, his breath assaulting her nose.
"Excuse me?" Voice laced with indignation, she slid along the length of the bar to insert some distance between herself and the leather clad single brain cell blocking the forward path. "You don't want to make a scene with me, Dude."
"My name is David, and I don't want to make a scene. Just dance," David closed his fist around the brunette's slim arm hard enough to bruise, dragging her away from the bar and into the crowd of moving bodies, forcing her front to his. "Isn't this easier, Sweet Girl?"
Genesis drew in a deep breath of determination, a vengeful and stern smile gracing her lips. "Delaney!" Her voice raised over the band's rendition of Back In Black. "Delaney!"
David covered his ears for only a moment before dragging his prize to the back door by her throat, his drunken intentions now shattered by an uncooperative dance partner and patience running thin. "Bitch," he spit out.
Genie's toes barley reached the ground, struggling to take a single breath. She thinks of the possible events of this outing if her best friend and hunting partner was too busy with some stranger in a back room, of the assault, and she shudders. "Genie?"
"Genesis!"
The brunette wanted to roll her eyes, her hands finally prying David's hand loose from her neck and taking in deep breaths before mustering all her strength. Her hands rest on his broad shoulders, using his own strength against him to propel herself up and wrap her thighs around his neck to twist him, and his weight, to the ground. She rolled away from the falling drunk and landed, quite roughly, on her back.
"Genie!" Laney appeared from the crowd, literally throwing people out of her way, wearing only a pair of tight black jeans and a red lace bra-her fringed Lynyrd Skynryd half shirt from earlier missing. The blonde's eyes locked with her best friend's frightened one's. "This guy?"
Genie nodded and that was all the tall woman needed as confirmation. Laney bent over, grasping David by his shirt collar and dragging the man through the parted crowd and out the back door.
Laney used all her upper body strength to throw the man forward. Her hand went to release her .45 Semi Automatic pistol from the holster resting on the waist band of the right side of her jeans.
The groaning man-coward sat up on his knees, pupils adjusting so that they could stare into the barrel of the hand gun aimed between his eyes, piss immediately staining the denim on his legs a dark blue. "I don't know what you did to my friend, but you are," Laney's teeth ground together as she emphasized every word. "Going to die for it."
Genesis stumbled out the steel door, her small frame slightly bent over as she still heaved for air. "LANEY!" Her voice was shrill, emotional, as she watched her best friend rack the already loaded Semi Automatic. "Don't."
The brunette shook her head and looked down, realizing her Absolute Stress was now empty and Laney was shooting back tequila shots at her side. She wondered briefly how her friend could live with herself and her actions before remembering Laney's continued, ever present battle with drug addiction.
Laney was an extremist, a dangerously unbound. She had no limitations when she decided to do something, she made it a reality without caring. The best way to anger Genesis is to tell her she can't express her emotions. With Laney, you didn't want to challenge her if you didn't want to see the results.
"You'll never be anything more than a druggy little whore!" A ghost once said to the girl, a long time ago. Now, she sat in a bar, not a single prescription drug in her blood system. A woman who doesn't require validation is the most feared being on the planet.
"Genie?" Laney looked in her friend's eyes. "You going to be okay? 'Cause you have your stress reliever, now it's time to go get mine." The girl winked twice, just to prove her point. "See what I did there?" A drunk giggle escaped her lips, her shoulders rolling when she leaned forward.
The tan brunette rolled her eyes at Laney's lame joke, a small smile exposing her perfect teeth. "Go ahead. I'll holler if I need you."
Flipping the front of her blonde hair back, the tall woman began to walk with an air of sass, her dusty brown cowboy boots gracing the floor. "Don't catch any diseases!" Laney smirked, her green eyes sizing up the man candy at a table with his friends.
She reached his table, flaring her hips out as her hand came to rest on the curve there. "Hi, there." The girl watched in satisfaction his five o'clock shadow as he moved his face upwards to gaze at her in interest. "Um," he stuttered out, mouth suddenly dry.
"Yeah, that's cute," Laney stated in distaste. "Let's speed this up, shall we?" She placed her boot on the side of his chair. "Do you have a girl in your life, little Pup? Any diseases?"
The man coughed, his bravo miles away. "No," it came out like a question, causing Laney's dark, defined eyebrows to scrunch together and her black rimmed eyes to narrow in impatience. "That's lovely. Come with me." She lowered her foot and held out her hand.
The tall girl took in a deep, satisfied breath watching him stand up to tower over her six foot stature. "My name is Matth-"
"Don't talk," Laney degraded him. "You're less appealing when you speak."
Matthew followed his unnamed abuser through the crowd with a dazed look on his face. "Okay," there wasn't an ounce of intelligence or self respect in his voice. His blue eyes examined Laney's back as she led him to the hallway that held two bathrooms and a storage room. He loved the glistening of her skin, the sway of her hips as she walked.
Laney squatted down in front of storage room door, a smirk on her lips as she simultaneously enjoyed the feel of Matthew's hands exploring the front of her body under her tight tank top while she picked the lock that blocked the entrance to her personal suite. A click sounded and the heavy wood swung open invitingly. "Hm."
After standing fully, she turned to lock lips with her companion and back into the room. There couldn't be much on Earth Laney enjoyed more than using men, besides hunting things and laughing with Genie.
At her core, Laney was a damaged, bitter being. A woman scorned is a woman who will enjoy earning a ticket straight to Hell. Matthew parted from their kiss to lift her top over her head and then brought his pink, moist lips to suck on that special place at the juncture of her neck.
Matthew only backed away from Laney once he felt her hands start to tug on his belt. "Take your pants off and lay down." The man immediately obeyed, his eyes taking in her form as she unsnapped her bra from the back.
When Laney returned the out of breath man to his table, she kept her eyes scanning the room for her friend. She was no longer at the bar where the blonde had left her. Instead, she found the brunette at a table near the door, laughing with a man. Seeing the girl in no trouble, Laney made a stop at the bar. "Sharky, hit me."
"And where'd you make off to?"
"I stepped out," she scoffed. Laney's talent was lying, it always had been. She placed an elbow on the table, bending over the bar to stretch and run fingers through her hair. "Uh huh," Sharky popped the top off her bottle and hesitated before giving it to her. "Did you at least lock it back?"
"Don't I always," she questioned, taking two steps back to stretch like a cat. 'Can't lie to someone who knows the truth,' she blinked away the irritation and smirked. "Thanks, Shark Face."
Laney swiped the brown bottle off the bar and pivoted in Genie's direction.
Genesis let her eyes sweep the bar as she laughed to herself, always alert. She quickly processed the image of Laney's tall form dancing her way over her location. "Another one bites the dust!" The blonde belted out, not necessarily carrying the tune, her hips rotating in a circle. "Genie, baby, you about ready?"
Genesis would be remiss if she said she was fully prepared to leave the sanctuary of their favorite bar, the Red Lion. The man beside her was actually quite the conversationalist, his resemblance to her Ian almost creating the illusion she wished she could fully escape to. "Yes."
She jumped off her bar stool, grabbing the coat she'd toted around all evening to place on her shoulders. Her hand came up to wave at the man, smiling genuinely. "It was nice to meet you."
Genie walked quietly behind Laney, looking down at her black Mary Jane heels and the fabric of the red skirt with an inebriated smile. She was happy in this moment, she decided.
Happy to be alive. Happy to be with Laney, watching her black jeans and boots swagger out of the Red Lion. She had a best friend with whom she could trust with her life and, though it was short, spent even a small amount of time with a man she'd believed to be her soul mate.
'How can I not be happy?' She thought as she climbed into the passenger seat of today's transportation.
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