First time in a long while that I'm actually satisfied with a chapter. I tried something new this time so if you like it let me know and I'll try to include different points-of-view from now on. Read, Review and ENJOY ! (:
Carly and her rescue posse sat around a wobbly rounded card table in a now emptied Club 101. The toe of her right heeled boot tapped impatiently on the linoleum, one of her hands continuously clicking a ball point pen. Deep in thought, she stared at an empty beer bottle that was on the bar. Carly jumped when Lucky slammed down a shot glass, the tequila sploshing everywhere, "Thanks." she muttered.
"Ya know, you're going to leave marks in the floor if you keep tappin' your foot. Todd'll be fine, you know Alcazar. Just think of something he wants more than your scumbag of a husband." Lucky said, plopping down in the wooden chair closest to his cousin.
Carly sat up and smacked her palms down on the table, "AJ, you get the dirt on Sonny. I want to know EVERYTHING about him. Inside and out. If he didn't get circumsized until he was 16, I want to know. If he failed his 8th grade algebra test, I. Want. To. Know. Kay?" She watched as he gave her a curt nod and went off to the office to make phone calls.
"Lucky, I need you to use your Spencer charm to drag information out of Elizabeth. Get intel on Brenda and Robin too, but make sure Little Lizzie doesn't get suspicious – actually I'm sure that won't be a problem, she's not bright enough to figure anything out. Do whatever it takes - short of supplying your sperm - I don't want a niece or nephew that has half of Elizabeth's genes." Carly shuddered dramatically at the thought and chuckled when she saw Max, Milo and Lucky all grin.
Lucky reached over, grabbed Carly's tequila and downed it before kissing his cousin's cheek and sauntering off towards the back door. Carly shook her head affectionately and turned back to her two remaining men. "Max, Milo – you two are staying with me," she said, "We're going to go straight to the source." grinning evilly, she damn near skipped to the back room where Robin and Sonny were locked away tight.
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Lucky sighed heavily and forced himself to sit still as a drunken Elizabeth hung over him limply, blowing her alcohol laden breath in his face. He crinkled his nose in disgust but still kept stroking her auburn locks in mock affection. Elizabeth kept rambling, a side effect of the mini bar she just demolished, and didn't even notice Lucky's obvious lack of interest.
"I don't know why everyone says I'm the whore. I'm not the one who slept with my best friends husband. But it doesn't matter, Little Miss Robin can do no wrong." Liz complained, her lips puckering into a pout and brow furrowing in frustration. Lucky adjusted himself under Elizabeth's weight and replied, "You've never been married, Robin didn't sleep with your husband," he raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"I know I haven't been married!" Liz spat, but then added "Yet." and looked up at Lucky with her rounded doe eyes, desperation leaking from every pore. He sighed in exasperation, silently cursing Elizabeth. "Then who's husband did Robin sleep with? The only other possible woman who could be Robin's BFF would be Brenda, and Brenda's only ever been married to Son-" Lucky's eyes widened in realization, "Son-of-a-bitch." He whispered too quiet for Liz to hear.
Elizabeth hiccuped, giggled, and then continued "Yep. And weren't even ssssmart enough to use a condom. He knocked her up and then made her give the baby up for adoption 'cause he didn't want Brenda to find out. But ssshhhhhh, don't tell anybody." She slurred, leaning heavily on Lucky. He resisted the overwhelming urge to push her away and tried to relax himself as she snuggled up against his side.
Once Lucky was sure Elizabeth was snoring soundly, he pulled his phone out and called his cousin. "Carly, you're gonna love this." He chuckled, a grin spreading from one ear to the other.
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"Spinelli I assure you Carly doesn't give a shit about Sonny's right to privacy." AJ sighed irritably and rubbed his temples. He was positive talking to Damien Spinelli was going to either give him an ulcer or cut 20 years off of his life. It was like talking to a child – a child that constantly needed to be reminded of the task at hand. Spinelli just couldn't seem to stay on one topic.
The tech wiz looked conflicted, so AJ pushed harder. "Do you have any idea what Sonny's does for a living?"
"M-Mr. Sir is in the coffee business." Spinelli answered automatically, wincing when he stuttered.
"Don't give me that bullshit Spin. I know you know what business Corinthos is really in – or you know half of it anyway." AJ replied coolly, "Just give me the dirt so I can report to Carly before she locks me up with Sonny, and I'll make sure she locks you up too."
Spinelli paled at the threat and nodded, his fingers flying over keys as he searched for anything and everything on Michael "Sonny" Corinthos Jr. AJ damn near dropped the paper weight he was holding when Spinelli let out a loud gasp, his eyes weaving back and forth scanning a document on his screen.
"What?" AJ demanded, coming up behind Spinelli curiously. "Well I'll be damned. Corinthos was a busy man. You seein' what I'm seein' Spin?"
"If you are referring to Mr. Sir's illegitimate bastard child's birth certificate, then indeed, I am 'seein what you're seein'." Spinelli responded quickly. AJ whipped out his phone –
"Carly? I've got something."
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"Lucky and AJ both reported the same information. Looks like we have the upper hand on this one. Let's go eat some pizza boys." Carly said, slipping on her coat and leading Max and Milo to the waiting limo.
Okay, and obviously the AJ here is nothing like what he is on GH. He is irritating on the show. I can't believe he told Michael Sonny would eventually put a gun to his (Micheal's) head. Good Parenting. He should write a book.