She'd wanted to run, to get out of there, but she'd done this now, she needed the money and she wasn't going to back out of the payment having done the work. It was awkward waiting in the VIP area, she wasn't 21 so she couldn't drink yet and the customers kept giving her funny looks, wondering why a young girl was hanging around alone in the VIP area. Alex seemed to take forever, and when he finally returned she was relieved to see him, strange though that seemed considering the circumstances. He tossed her a roll of notes, tightly wound together and she couldn't help gasping when she saw that he'd added to what he'd originally offered, five hundred bucks, for just a few minutes, and it had hardly been work.
She thrust her hands into her pocket, protectively clutching the five hundred dollars. It was nice to have the money, but she hadn't liked having to hurt people for it, and she wouldn't be going back to ask for more 'work' anytime soon. She smiled nervously, then left in a hurry, hardly able to stop herself running from the establishment. She took a look around, making sure she wasn't being followed, then headed off down the sidewalk, her hands still thrust into her pockets, clutching the warm roll of notes with a hungry desperation. She didn't look back, and she didn't notice the half shadow that detached itself from the clubs and followed her down the sidewalk.
After a small detour she arrived home, with slightly less money, but a small packet of heroin in her pocket. She would have given the money to her dad, but couldn't think how she would explain how she'd come into it, she stashed it away in a box. Then she took the draw out of the bedside cabinet and put the small wooden box in there, putting the draw back in on top of it. Then she sat back, felt the sharp prick of the needle and let herself float away from the pain.