"How did you get my size every time?!" Emmie exclaimed. She could hear Deidara laughing on the other side of the door. "I have an eye for proportion," he laughed. "So I win right? Come out, I wanna see!" Emmie took a breath in, this was a very revealing outfit. It was a shiny, glittery black fabric that had a neckline that plunged to her navel and a ridiculously short tight skirt. Well at least her body was up to par. It did make her legs look amazing though. Emmie came out and glared at Deidara when he let out a low whistle of appreciation. "Oh yeah, I did good." He smiled pleased with himself. "Turn," he commanded and Emmie turned for him, enjoying his attention. "Ok, well hold on, it's my turn." Emmie left for the bathroom.
Emmie stripped out of the dress as quickly as she could. Ugh takeout Chinese always made her bloat and that dress was not hiding anything. She surveyed her chosen outfit. This'll show him, not sexy huh? Emmie strutted out and was extremely gratified to see Deidara's blue eyes widen and his mouth gaped. She wore a white body suit that had a cut outs on and under her chest and on her sides. The back was completely backless and metal accents decorated her neck and waist, the outfit showed just enough skin to tantalize. Emmie felt like a sexy android in it. Deidara leaned back and made a turn around motion with his hand. Emmie complied and felt his presence when he stood up. "So do I win?" Emmie asked smugly. Deidara rolled his darkening eyes, "You sure do, let's go."
Deidara gave her his jacket, "Take this off in the club, we don't wanna make it like we're advertising." Emmie put his jacket on frowning at his implication. "Hey, how come you're dressed like a bum and I'm half naked?!" She demanded. Deidara rubbed the back of his neck, "Uh, I guess because women are on show? You gals are arm candy?" Emmie glared at him and he threw up his hands in defense. "Are we walking?" she asked, "These heels are high!" Deidara led her out, "It's just around the corner."
Deidara was right, the club wasn't far at all. Once they got in, Emmie's senses were assaulted by the pounding beat of the music, the smoke, and the horrible sweaty odor of too many people in a poorly ventilated room. Deidara took his jacket from Emmie's shoulder and immediately eyes in the room gravitated to her form. He led her to the back like a war prize.
Knocking on the door, the door cracked open, then flung open. "Dee! Good to see you, come in! Bring your friend!" A large black man was grasping Deidara's hand and holding the door open courteously. Inside the back room smelled even worst than out in the club if possible and only Emmie's good breeding kept her from gagging. That didn't hinder Deidara though. "Jesus, it reeks in here! It smells like jizz and failure here! Anyway, you boys been buying speed and coke from a new dealer?"
One of the boys playing on the screen turned his pale pimply face to address Deidara and gaped when he saw Emmie. "Uh,Uh,Uh" he stuttered. "Listen here you loser, my brother is in danger, I don't have time for this," Emmie turned his chair around, pointedly ignoring the kid's massive boner. "Are you guys getting your drugs from a new dealer?! How are you getting them?" she shook the boy. Deidara swept her behind him, "He's never talked to a girl before, stop distracting him. Stand over there, don't let him see you." Deidara addressed the boy, "Answer me this, where is Shock?" The kid tried to peek around Deidara, "He's coming tonight, his usual spot," practically drooling.
"Thanks kid. Slim Jim, text me when he's coming. Eyes to yourself, kid she's outta your league." He bumped fists with the bouncer and left. Emmie followed him blindly, frustrated. Then she heard a shriek. A young girl was struggling to get out of the grip of a silver-haired man. "Shut your mouth, you cunt. You're going with me! You've been teasing me all night!" The girl was sobbing in fear. Emiliana went up the man and yelled, "She doesn't want to go with you, leave her alone!" The man glared at her laviciously, "Why you're gonna take her place? You look like you'd be a good screw." He growled and yanked her to his side. Emmie's hand shot out and slapped him hard and he let go of the girl in shock. "You can't afford me," Emmie snarled, glad that the girl slipped away. The man took a threatening step to her and raised his hand.
Before his hand descended, Deidara stepped in. "Hidan, you're not gonna touch her. She's mine. Off limits, got it?" Emmie thought the other man-Hidan-was going to break Deidara's neck. All of the sudden, they were surrounded by a rough looking group of men. "Boss, you wanna end this punk?" A tall slim man turned to Deidara. Boss? Deidara looked like he couldn't organize his hair, let alone this gang, Emmie thought. "Nah not worth it, throw him out." Deidara commanded. The group surged as one and frogmarched a furious Hidan away, "One day, yer not gonna be in charge you hear me you dyke?! One day you're gonna get it!"
Turning to Emmie he grabbed her arm, "You stay by my side, got it? Don't get involved with anything, you're just going to make things worst. This ain't your world." He led her to a roped off section, shooing away the beautiful girls waiting there. He sat and commanded her to sit. "Sit where?" Emmie frowned. "Sit your pretty ass down on my lap," he grumbled and pulled her down. Emmie struggled to escape his grasp. "How dare you, let go of me!" Deidara, fed up, let her go. "I've already put my neck out claiming you. The least you can do is sit and look pretty but you can't even do that. These guys don't trust anyone and you sure as hell stick out. They won't talk with you around unless you're with me so what's it gonna be?" Emmie bit her lip but there wasn't even a contest. She sat back down on in his lap.