"WHAT!" Cliff screamed at the top of his lungs, almost straining his voice. "You can't fire Pimp Master C! Besides Nel, I'm the only one bringing money to this joint!"
"Sorry," Chisato apologised handing Cliff a piece of paper folded in half. "Normally, negative press boosts sales, but I don't think any woman would want to see Pimp Master C! anymore. Precis has already hired your replacement."
"What do you mean you're sorry?" Cliff argued, slamming his hands on the desk. "You were the one that wrote that article!"
"I submitted it for the huge paycheque, but I didn't write it." Chisato explained, grabbing a pen from her drawer. Looking him into the eyes wasn't something she could do. "You're thirty-six years old and your time was going to be up soon. It was fun Cliff, but all good things must come to an end. Also, the new stripper is ten times hotter than you will ever be" She gave a smirk while shooing him with her hands. "Besides, Dias is leaving soon."
Cliffs eyes resembled Sophia's meteor swam attack. If Chisato had a glanced she'd be burned toast. His fingers nudged the paper as it slipped through. He then crushed it into the tiniest ball ever. His body darted towards the hallway.
"Hey Cliff-" Nel called to him in the distance. She stood by the office. As he entered the hallway, Nel's voice quivered. Her body was weak. Cliff was a type B person who got along with everyone, even if there was drama. He glanced at her then glanced in front of him. "I'm sorry."
He paused for a moment then jolted his body around. "Don't tell me." He muttered.
"It wasn't meant to be real." She clarified. "Celine and I were having-"
"Oh, so blame Celine! The woman will have ten kids with eleven dads!" Cliff interrupted while rolling his eyes and waving his arms.
"Hey!" Nel defended. "It's okay for you to be with how many women, but she can't? I bet you have unheard of children!"
Cliff jerked his back to face her as he stormed off. When approached his dressing room he nearly hesitated to go in, but passed it. Nel's body plummeted to the ground, releasing all of her weight. "He helped me." She sighed, "And I stabbed him in the back."
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Noel sipped his herbal, environmentally friendly, non-animal tested, organic, green tea at the café, reading the newspaper. A young woman with several children walked by, causing Noel to hide himself by burying his head in the newspaper he was reading.
"Noel!" The girl hissed, slamming her hand down on the table. "Where is my child support payment!"
Noel folded the paper, placing it beside his tea with a large fake smile on his face, replying, "Uh…. Maybe the cheque didn't make it to you. The Nedian Post is really messed up now a days."
"So, five cheques were missing?" The girl screamed, holding the hand of one of her many little ones. "You call yourself a father! I've talked the other mothers of your children and they say you give them child support, but I don't get one Fol!"
"Look, I have 984579843 children with 834 women." Noel explained. "I don't have that money."
"Well, get some more!" The girl shouted, parting from the café.
"I've been pimping you well." Another girl asked, from behind him. Noel went to look but the woman sat down infront of him.
"You sure have Rena."
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Nel composed herself and peeled herself up from the floor. She entered her room, shifting her feet around, dragging them as she flopped unto the chesterfield. She closed her eyes, dozing off into a half sleep.
"Eppp! It's a girl!" A high-pitch squeal was heard, causing Nel to joint her eyes open, turning around. A man wearing a black dress with dragons on his back huddled unto the doorframe.
"Ashton?" She asked, rolling herself off of the couch. "You can't be the new stripper."
"That's right!" Ashton nodded, ripping his cloak off, revealing a navy blue speedo, a black tie and placing a blue hat on his head. "I'm Officer Strip Search!"
"uh… that's interesting." Nel mumbled, walking towards the doorway. "Make yourself at home."
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Cliff dumped himself on the barstool, slothfully as if he had been one of Opera's hangovers. He called the bartender and starred into the television, gazing at the hockey game displayed above the bar. A young adult male swung the doors to the bar with a large smile on his face as if he had been doing too much pre-drinking.
"Woooooooooot!" He hollered, running inside the bar, twirling around. "I'm finally free!"
Cliff and Fayt turned around, glaring at this happy soul, throwing peanuts at him.
"Why are you so happy?" Fayt asked, scornfully, taking a sip of his beer. "My girlfriend broke up with me."
"My girlfriend broke up with me, too!" The man explained, jumping unto the barstool in between Cliff and Fayt as if he were on acid. "Well, she wasn't really my girlfriend, more like creepy stalker. I'm finally free from her!"
"Claude, let's celebrate!" Opera cheered, appearing out of nowhere, raising her glass. "I get you a dink!"
"You're Claude?" Cliff questioned, in shock. "It's kinda hard to recognized you without all the chains, ropes, etc Precis had all over you."
"Precis dumped you the same way my precious Sophia dumped me: because of Celine!" Fayt wept, burring his face in his hands. "Sophia, I said I was sorry!"
"Dunt cry, you dunt deserbe her she's a B-I-T…. I forget the rest." Opera added, putting an arm over Fayt shoulder.
"It's hard to believe Opera's is an aristocrat." Cliff added, turning over towards the television.
"And now a word from our sponsors!" The television called out, as everyone glanced at the television. "Are you tired of being fat? Do you need to be in shape? Do you resemble a blob? Well, the Captain of the Central City Cheerleaders, Sophia Esteed, has a work out plan for you!"
"SOPHIA!" Fayt cried out, running towards the bathroom.
Sophia was seen on the screen wearing spandex suit, leg warmers, head band, wrist bands, and her hair in a side ponytail, saying, "With my video you will go from a size 93759874359879457984 to a size 0, and lose at least 49857398 kilograms a week! Also, check out these special guests." Bowman, Albel, Noel, Dias and Ernest appeared behind her wearing the same spandex, legwarmers, etc. ensemble as Sophia.
"Yo, blondie!" A female voice beckoned as Claude and Cliff turned around. "I'll talk to you later, Cliff. Claude, you seem like a handsome and free man. Do you want to be rich? I mean loaded with cash. You can buy a lot of video games and you don't have to continue your studies."
"Sorry, this seems like a scam." Claude added, taking a sip of beer.
"It's not, it's working for me." The girl answered, walking towards the bar. "You'll have all the ladies wanted and drooling over you."
"What are you a pimp(1)?" Claude asked, sarcastically, glaring into the girls blue eyes.
"I guess you can call me that." The girl replied, handing over her business card, taking off the trench coat that covered all of her body. "Rena Lanford. I need fresh and young talent for my boy band."
"BOOO!" Cliff yelled, chucking more peanuts at Rena.
"I do have a proposition for you Cliff." Rena announced, brushing herself from the nuts. "Since no chick wants you the only way to become famous is to be someone else. You can help manage my band."
"A band sounds like fun!" Cliff said, cheerfully. "I wanna play the guitar!"
"You won't play the guitar, you are the manager." Rena explained. "It's a boy band."
"Life is in the pit of despair." Fayt came out of the bathroom dressed in all black with his hair in his face, off in a slant. "Dark despair of death."
"Oooo, young talent for my boy band!" Rena smiled, handing him a business card. "After all, Emo bands are boy bands with make-up! I'm sure it wouldn't be hard for you to write a song about a broken heart, so I want to see it!"
1. My friend cutepiku told me Rena should be a pimp, so I obeyed. Now, all the characters have been introduced. It won't be long until I finish this story up. Thanks for reading and please review!
New AN: I made the plot better :)
