Chapter 27: Working The Club
Stephanie and Trevor spent a week working day and night renovating the club, they fueled on coffee and meth to stay up. Steph was strung out and exhausted from her drug induced labors, while Trevor was happy go lucky singing work songs. "You make me wanna shout! Throw my hands up and shout! Throw my hands back and shout!" Trevor sang as he finished painting the wall. "Trevor, enough." Stephanie said annoyed. "Oh, sorry boss." Trevor replied sarcastically. "Why are you so fucking chipper? You hate manual labor." Stephanie asked him. "Because I am about to make a shitload of money selling my meth out of this place, not to mention all the ass that will be coming here to sit on Uncle T's lap." Trevor replied with a creepy smile on his face. "Unless their on your shit, they won't be too interested in an old bald guy with a hygiene problem." Steph said with a smile of her own. "Oohhh, barsh." Trevor said calmly. They finished painting and replaced the lights, after the renovations were done they cleaned up and opened. Stephanie put up a new sign on the marquee "Under New Management, reopening tonight. Drinks half off!" she sighed at her work and went inside.
Steph had 9 hours to kill before opening, she grabbed her stuff from her office and walked back outside. She got in her car and drove to the hotel, parked and got out. Steph walked to her hotel room and opened the door, Packie was sitting on the bed doing rails. "Hey." She said. "Hey, the bar done?" He asked her. "Yeah, we're opening tonight. I gotta sleep and shower, I feel like shit." She replied. "You look like it too." He said. Stephanie was offended by his comment, she grabbed the mirror his coke was sitting on and threw it against the wall. "Are you fucking crazy!?" He yelled at her. "Yes I'm fucking crazy, when my side man tells me I'm ugly!" Steph replied before punching on him. Packie backhanded her across the face knocking her down, he grabbed her by her hair and picked her up. He tied her hands to the bed and she was face down, Packie pulled her shorts and panties down before taking off his belt. He swatted Stephanie 10 times on her perfect behind, she screamed in pain and kicked at him. When Packie ran out of steam he stopped and untied her, Steph hugged up to him crying. "I'm sorry baby." She said between sobs. "Me too babe." Packie replied holding her.
Steph and Packie got high and passed out, when she woke up she felt like crap. She got out of bed and took a shower, she got dressed in her leather mini skirt, black tank, and black open toed heels. Steph walked out of the bathroom and grabbed her stuff, she walked outside and got into her car. Steph drove to the club and parked in front, she got out of the car and walked inside to open up. She turned on the lights and the sign, she started getting drinks ready for the customers. Trevor walked in the club, he carried a duffel bag in his hand. "What's in the bag?" Stephanie asked. "Only the finest crystal San Andreas has to offer, courtesy of Chef. I'm gonna peddle this stuff while you get the patrons loaded, you'll get a cut at the end of the night." Trevor replied. "Got it." Steph said nodding. Trevor looked at her face, it was starting to decline from the drugs. "You need to take it easy on the dope, you're too young to look like you're forty." Trevor told her. "Don't tell me how to live my life, you're the biggest addict I've met." Steph replied defensively.
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They opened up the club, all the party animals in Blaine County filled the club. Patrons were at the bar drinking Stephanie's signature drink Mind Fuck, it was a concoction made up of various liquors and spirits with coconut juice, sugar, and ground up crystal. Trevor peddled his product out of the bathroom where he made a killing selling his meth. Packie walked in the door, he looked around at all the people in the club before walking towards Steph at the bar. "Hey gorgeous!" He said with a smile. "Hey you." She replied. Packie sat at the bar and looked at her. "What'll it be?" She asked him. "What do you recommend?" Packie asked in response. "Try this drink I invented, itscalled Mind Fuck." She replied. "Alright." Packie said. Steph poured him a glass from a pitcher she made and slid him the glass, he chugged the drink down and slammed the glass on the bar. "Damn that's strong!" He shouted. "It's got a secret ingredient." Steph said smiling. As she smiled she used her tongue to play with her top teeth. "What's that?" He asked. "Crystal." Steph replied with a giggle apparently buzzed herself.
A man wearing a blue flannel shirt, jeans, and work boots walked up to the bar and slammed the bar with his fist. "Hey skank, two beers." He told her. "Hey watch your fucking mouth to her." Packie said standing up. "Oh sorry." The man said sarcastically before shoving Packie to the ground. "Little guy." He added in before laughing. Packie kicked the man in the balls making him curl over, he then stood up and grabbed a beer bottle. Packie broke the bottle over the guy's head before stabbing him in the throat with the broken bottle. "What the fuck Packie!" Steph asked in a hysterical tone. "He started it." Packie replied looking at Steph. Trevor walked up to the bar after seeing the dead man. "I'll get rid of this no problem." He told them. "You, grab a mop and clean up the blood. People won't wanna get high at a business with people getting killed." Trevor told Packie. Trevor grabbed the body by it's legs and carried him off, Packie and Steph looked at each other confused. Stephanie grabbed a megaphone and stood up on top of the bar. "Okay everyone go home, the club is closed for the night!" She shouted. Packie turned off the stereo as she told the patrons. Everyone started walking out the door, leaving Steph and Packie to clean up the mess.