A/N They find Samantha! And Alice in revealing clothing? ...EEK! D: Poor Brandon, having to deal with all that bloodloss. Small hints of romance.
That next morning, Brandon got up first. "C'mon Alice, get up." he said, shaking her gently.
Alice rolled over and sat up. "Hey, Brandon. Can I ask you something?"
"What?" he asked, grabbing his new clothes from his suitcase.
"Yesterday, before we got our fake IDs, when you were smiling like a freakin' rapist, what were you thinking?" she asked.
"I just wanted to see how easily you'd freak out." he said, walking into the bathroom.
"Thank God you weren't thinking what I thought you were thinking." Alice sighed out of relief.
"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. I was just doing a little experiment to see how perverted our mind is." he called from the bathroom.
Alice raised an eyebrow. "Brandon, do you even know what I thought you were thinking?"
"I'd like to hear it, just in case I was actually thinking differently," he said.
"I thought you were thinking that if getting our IDs failed and we had to use Blair, that I'd have to dress as a whore to get in one of those slutty hotels to look for Samantha." Alice said.
"Yea, that's what I thought." he said, coming out of the shower. "Forgot my shirt." he said, and quickly grabbed one frm his suitcase and put it on.
"I'll probably have to do that anyway. They wouldn't let a girl in a slut-filled hotel unless she was a whore." Alice said, a bit annoyed.
"Then do you want to go buy slutty clothes today?" The meister asked, putting on his over shirt.
Alice stared at him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she dead-panned.
"Maybe." he said, grinning.
Alice sighed. "...Anything to find a witch. So I guess so..."
"Alright then, let's go." he said, walking towards the door.
"You really are a pervert, I hope you know that." Alice said.
"I told you already. I'm a teenage boy. It's what I do." he said. "How are we going to explain our absence to the rest of the group though?"
"Let 'em believe what they want." Alice huffed.
"Well, I'm pretty sure coming back in unannounced with slutty clothes might draw a little attention." he said.
"Who said I would be wearing them until we got back to our room?"
"Still, they may see the bag. And, you have to be seen by them when you go into the brothel." he said.
"Um, who said they had to know?" Alice shot back slyly.
"Forget it. Let's just go." he said, sighing in defeat. Alice smirked as the two left the hotel. They quickly found an erotica store, and when they walked in, Brandon's nose began to trickle. "My god...I found the mother load..." he said to himself, looking at all the different articles of erotic clothing.
Alice slapped on the back of his head. "Shut up and help me shop!"
After about an hour, Alice had bought her slut-clothes, which consisted of an extremely revealing dark red tank-top, a pair of booty-shorts and-to top it all off- a pack of cigarettes. Brandon's nose was still trickling blood when they bought the clothes.
"With those on, you sort of look like Blair." The blue-eyed meister said, pointing at the bag in her hand.
"Oh well." Alice replied, looking at him. "If you have that much of a nosebleed just seeing the clothes, I wonder what'll happen to you when I wear them." she smirked.
"I'll probably look like a faucet." he said, wiping the blood off of his face.
"Or, hopefully, you'll die of bloodloss." Alice smiled.
"Another very possible event." Brandon said, his nosebleed stopping.
"I can't believe you're not even offended by that." Alice said as they reached the hotel.
"I am, I'm just too involved with thinking how I'm gonna kill that witch." he said, thinking deeply.
The two walked to their room quickly, so no-one would see the bag. "Well, ready for me to try 'em on, Brandon?"
"Sure." he said, sitting down on the bed. Alice quickly changed clothes, not really caring that Brandon could have been watching her. The stuff she bought was revealing enough to be underwear, anyway. To top it off, she lit a cigarette and put it in her mouth. When she finished and Brandon saw her, his nose began spewing blood fast enough and with enough force to shoot his head back onto the bed. "That'll do." he said, two solid blood streams coming down from his nose to the top of his mouth.
Alice started laughing, taking the cigarette out of her mouth. "Wow, Brandon. You're such a pervert!"
"Get any other guy in here, and he will likely do the same." he retorted, getting back up to a sitting position.
Alice put the cigarette back into her mouth. "...Now I know why Stein smokes all the time..."
"Why?" Brandon asked, confused as to why she was willingly poisoning herself.
"'Cause it's addicting." she explained.
"I guess I should put on a little act too." he said, and stood up.
"Huh?" Alice asked, confused as her meister walked over to the mini-bar, grabbed a flask, and filled it with whiskey.
"Who goes to a brothel dry?" he asked,putting the flask in his pocket.
"Good point, Brandon." Alice said.
"At least I got some good stuff." he said, looking over the bottle.
"We're a bit young to be doing stuff like this..." Alice pointed out. "...But I don't care." Brandon took out the flask and took a sip.
"Yea, my dad used to drink this stuff when I was younger. He used to let me have the occasional sip too." he said. "You want a sip?" he asked, offering her the flask.
"Nah." Alice said, coming to a realization. "What if you get drunk off of that? With the way I'm dressed now, it probably won't be too good for me..." Her face turned pale.
"Don't worry, I'll only take a sip every half hour or so. I won't get drunk. The liver processes about 1 shot of whiskey every hour, so two sips should equal a shot. So, it is nearly impossible for me to get a buzz, much less falling-over drunk." he explained, putting the flask away.
"...I'm going to kill you if you get addicted to that stuff." Alice warned
"Don't worry, I won't." he said. "We should probably get protection if shit goes south and we can't find each other."
"First of all, what kind of protection are you talking about?"
"Simple, hidden easily. A switchblade would be the ideal choice." Brandon replied, thinking about easily concealed weapons. Alice breathed a sigh of relief. "Why, what did you think I was thinking? A Trojan?" he joked.
"Uh... you don't want to know..." Alice said with a slight blush.
"I'm doubtful you know what a Trojan is."
"...What IS a Trojan?"
"A condom."
"...That's exactly what I thought you were talkin' about..."
"No. Even in a brothel, with the amount of diseases these guys are carrying, a condom won't protect you for shit. So, if anyone tries to make a move, fillet their ass before they even touch you." Brandon ordered.
"Eh, OK." Alice said. She wasn't really against hurting perverts. Brandon checked his phone.
"It's 9:00. All the black market arm dealers should be coming out. Then, after we arm ourselfs, we should be heading to all of the shitty brothels in this town." he said, walking towards the door.
"'Kay! Lets go!" Alice said. They started walking out of the room, where they ran into Liz, who was walking in front of their door.
"Aw shit..." Brandon muttered to himself, knowing what was coming.
"OK, where are you two going and why is Alice wearing slutty and revealing clothes?" Liz asked, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Are you two going on a date?"
"Far from." Brandon said. "We're going to a brothel to hunt and kill the witch."
"OK," Liz chuckled. "Whatever you say~!"
"Goddammit." he muttered as she walked away. "Let's go. I'm also gonna need a black leather jacket." he said, and began walking towards the elevator. Alice ran after him, blushing a bit from what Liz asked the duo.
They quickly went down and began walking. Within minutes, Brandon saw a shaady transaction occur in a back alley out of the corner of his eye. He then began walking towards the man. He was an older gentalman, probably 35 or so, and had a thick Russian accent.
"Hey, do you sell weapons?" Brandon asked, approaching the guy.
"Yea, only the finest on the market." the man replied, opening the trunk of what was presumably his car. Within we're an assortment of illegal weapons, but Brandon wasn't interested in any of them.
"What do you have in the way of knives?" he asked.
"Here, take a look." the man said, laying knives on the now closed trunk. Brandon picked two switchblades, and payed the man. He soon returned to where Alice was standing.
"Here, hide this in your bra." he said, putting his in his pocket. Alice looked at the weapon distastefully, but did what she was told. "Look, would you rather have to carry a switchblade or be raped by a disease-ridden degenerate?" he asked, looking for a clothes store.
"Carry a switchblade." Alice answered, then pointed out a clothing store a few yards away.
"I know, I saw it earlier." he said, and began walking towards the store. He went in and found a black leather jacket, with two breast pockets on its inside, one on the left and one on the right. He then walked up to the cashier and put it on the counter.
"I would like to buy this." he said.
The cashier scanned the tag.
"That'll be $50." the cashier said.
"Alice, if you would." he said, looking back at her. Alice put some gold on the counter, the cashier gave them the reciept and they left. "This is actually pretty comfortable." Brandon said, taking the flask and switchblade out of his pockets and moving them to his breast pockets.
"Easy for you to say. I'm fuckin' freezin'!" Alice retorted bitterly.
"Here then." he said, and took the jacket off and offered it to her.
"...Thanks, Brandon..." Alice said and took the jacket.
"No problem." he said, and they continued walking. They soon reached a shitty looking hotel, and Brandon saw the guard out front. "We're here."
"Leave this to me~!" Alice said, giving Brandon his jacket. She walked toward the guard, with Brandon following closely. She batted her eyes cutely. "He's with me, hun." Alice said, changing her voice a little so she would like a whore.
The guard stepped aside. "Go on in."
"...Easy as pie." she whispered.
"Even if that didn't work, I could have used my I.D." Brandon said, slipping his jacket back on as they walked in.
The brothel was a run-down old place. The paint was peeling off the walls and there were cobwebs everywhere. Along with the fact there was a large amount of whores, all looking at Brandon.
'I'm a better person than all of 'em.' Alice thought, scanning the place with sharp eyes, looking for a glimpse of Samantha.
"You see anything?" he whispered, shifting uncomfortably under all of the whores' stares.
"No," Alice whispered back. "But if we leave now, we'll cause suspicion." She looked around, unimpressed. Brandon quickly took out his flask and took a sip.
"Should we look in the back rooms?" he asked, putting the flask away.
"Yeah, I think we should." Alice replied, beginning to get a little nervous. She hated places like this. They walked to the back of the room, and, as they passed doors, they listen closely to the sounds that were coming out. Many of them were silent, except for the last one. He stopped and listened closely to the voice that was coming out.
The voice of a teenage girl and the voice of a younger girl.
"No doubt about it, that's Samantha and Abbey!"