Chapter 1: The First
We enter on the dirty streets of New York where men and woman sell themselves for money, and where other men and woman are happy to pay for them. Where a thirteen year olds birthday is celebrated with "Dope" and fear instead of a "Happy Birthday" song!
"Has anyone seen my brother?" yells a tall, blonde, gold eyed man as he runs down a flight of stairs at a downtown, corner, apartment building. He building is surrounded by man and women ready to sell everything they have for a little money.
"Has anyone seen Fluff?" as he runs up the stairs his muscular arms and legs flex with his anger. He had been in the room his brother and he owned; their rent had been gone.
The tall, greasy haired, manager walks down the hall, towards the blonde. He is also mad," Where is my rent!" he yells
"I … I have it," the blonde studiers," I'll go get it." He smiles and runs half way up the stairs before yelling down the stairs," Have you seen Fluff?"
"Yeah," the manager yells," he's up in the pool room, throwing a party!"
The blonde turns stiff and goes white, as he runs up the stairs. The word "party" normally meant bad things for there budget.
He entered the room everyone was dancing, yelling, kissing, and getting high. The whole party was centered around the large main poll table. The blonde starred at the poll table, and the man dancing on it. Then he realized that the tall, muscular, shirtless, platinum blonde, figure on the table was his brother. He was wearing a pair of black, leather, skin tight, pants, unzipped of course.
"Fluff, what are you doing?" yells the blonde.
"I'm throwing a party." Fluff replied calmly ,as he jumped off the pool table; picking up a can of beer and handing it to the blonde. "Relax it'll be fine; I only took a little money."
"No, we don't!" he yells. "You took all the money!"
Fluff shrugs.
"How can you be so calm?" he yells. "Now we don't have any rent money!"
"Don't worry it just means we'll have to work harder tonight." Fluff says coolly as he pulled on his open white shirt.
The fight seemed to be over ,now.
"Well what if we can't make enough money?" the blonde asks.
"Well then we'll be evicted." Fluff says shrugging.
"That's logic for you." The blonde says sarcastically as they walk out into the warm ,Californian, night.
