raleighallynn

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Casey kept the gun pressed to Gin's forehead as he snatched away the ticket, shoving the piece of velvet into the recesses of his coat pocket. "I'm going to leave now, but I swear to God...I will blow her brains out if you make a single move towards me." He threatened as he brandished the gun in Effy's direction as she choked back a whimper. His voice was shaking as much as his hand, but there was nothing he could do to stop either. Backing away slowly he made his way to the door, turning around and bolting at the last possible second. The realization of what he had done hit him as the door to Effy's loft closed behind him. He had forsaken to of his closest friends for a ticket, though he had done it to safe his own neck. It was his life or theirs, and no ones life was more important to him than his.

Ra's' black, luxury town car was parked outside of Effy's building, waiting for Mr. Fisher like a stalking jungle cat. The wickedly handsome man within lit a Djarum Black, inhaling the flagrant toxins deep into his lungs. He could understand why human's found the thin cylinders appealing. Smoke poured from his mouth as he glanced at his custom Rolex, frowning deeply at the time. 12:45. Casey should have delivered the ticket by now. Ra's was not a patient man by any means of the word. Then again, he was not a man at all.

Casey stumbled out the door, thrusting the ticket through Ra's' open window without so much as a word before turning to run in the other direction.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

“Gin, please stop. He’s not worth it.” Effy said softly. She hated confrontation more than she hated Casey.

“Shut up, Effy.” Casey hissed as he tried to wrench himself free from Gin’s grip. Blood began to drip down his arm, only increasing his desperation. “What the fuck man?! Let me go!” he seemed to scream. Casey reached behind his back, producing a rusted old revolver. “I swear to god if you do not let me go…” he pointed the gun in Effy’s direction, his hand shaking violently. His thoughts had turned to mush long ago. Nothing made sense anymore but getting that ticket in any way possible; even if it meant killing his 'friends'

Effy held up her hands, what little color she had draining away. “Please, Casey, this ticket isn’t worth it. If you shoot me, the ticket will be a waste.”

“I told you to shut up!” Casey screamed as she realized she was right. A velvet ticket meant nothing if Effy was lying in a puddle of blood. He turned the gun on Gin, placing the muzzle to his forehead. “Please, just give me the ticket. I don’t want to die. I don't want to kill you either, but I need that ticket.”

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Casey eyed Effy lustily licking his lips like a hungry wolf, wanting nothing more than to rip her out of that pretty little black corset and throw her to the floor. His eyes were wide, a gleam of insanity sparking within them. Gin's voice seeped into his erotic fantasy, pulling him from it as he turned to face his friend. He stared at the ticket hungrily as he spoke, the speed of his eye twitch increasing as his palms began to sweat. "I've run into a bit of...trouble, and I need that ticket to soothe the situation. You've been to every intimate show for the past 10 months. What's the harm of missing one?" Casey was desperate, and even Samual wouldn't give him a ticket. Some bullshit about there being a strict limit of four for this show.

"Besides, we all know that you've already seen the whore's routine. You're the one who gets free private shows, after all. I wonder how Samual would feel about that." Casey smirked as he began to close the gap, feeling as if he had Gin trapped. He held out a shaking hand, expecting that Gin would simply place the ticket in his hand. "Well?" he spat, growing impatient with the other man's intense calmness.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

"Speaking of starting the show, your ticket is on the table in the kitchen. Do. Not. Forget it. Samual will gladly give your spot to the highest bidder, and tonight's show is more expensive than usual." Effy said, flashing Gin a stern look. He would never forget the ticket, that much she knew. Her heels softly clicked against the wooden floor as she crossed the room once again, this time to her glass table filled with an assortment of expensive and exotic perfumes; she picked up her favorite and sprayed herself. It's soft, sweet, floral scent filled the small loft. "Now, hurry and get dressed before I change my mind." She winked.

Ephesian turned her back to her lover as she inspected herself in the mirror, for Samual expected nothing less than perfection. Currently, she was perfection. A knock at the door pulled her from her vanity. "Come in, it's not locked" she called.

Casey opened the door and rushed in and slammed the door behind him. The apartment shook. He smelled as if he had forgotten to shower for a day or so, his clothes and hair disheveled in a manner that would hint that he had just woken up. "Gin, man, I need your velvet ticket." Casey eye twitched as he spoke, a nervous tick brought about by stress or fear or any negative emotion really.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Effy willingly fell into Gin, pulling his arms around her thin frame. The feel of his skin brushing against hers caused a warmth to spread through her body. It was a feeling that she only felt with him. She sank deeper into him with a contented sigh. If happy places existed, this would indeed be hers. Closing her eyes, she allowed her human nature to take over her, taking her and Gin where it may.

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"Fucked my way up to the top, this is my show. I fucked my way up to the top. Go, baby, go." Lana Del Rey's sultry voice floated through the small apartment, the words seeming to wrap around Effy as she applied her show makeup in the small, plain bathroom off her bed'room'. Samual's newest costume choice was breath taking as usual, highlighting Effy's pale skin and bleach blonde hair. The ever fashion forward gentleman had chosen a boned, lace up corset with thousands of glittering black crystals. As added gifts, he gave his favorite whore the matching shoes, thong, face veil, and gloves. She would sparkle from head to toe, truly becoming his crowning jewel.

Effy walked out into the open room, stopping in front of the bed where Gin still resided. She was in full costume, and curious on his opinion as usual. "Well?" she asked in her most seductive voice wit a wink.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Temptation filled Effy at the prospect of laying in bed with Gin all day, knowing well that 'laying' would turn into so much more. She sighed as she affectionately ruffled his still damp hair. "You know I can't miss a private showing. Besides, Samual bought me a new costume for tonight. It's darling." She said as she continued to run her fingers through his hair, gently working through the tangles that she encountered. Her soft blue eyes pleaded with him to join her on the bed. She wanted to hold him, to bury her face where his neck and shoulder met.

"I should get out of these wet clothes," Effy muttered, mostly to herself. She rolled onto her back and began to wiggle out of her high waisted shorts and black bandeau. The items of clothing fought well, clinging her body for dear life. With a flick of her wrist the wet clothes were flying through the air, meeting the white washed wall with a wet thump. She watched in semi-amusement as they slowly slid to the floor.

Turning back to Gin, she smirked. For what felt like the millionth time, he was more clothed than she was. But, she guessed that came with the territory of removing your clothes for a living and having an outside, intimate relationship with one of your regulars.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Effy quickly nodded her answer as she pushed the door open, plunging herself back into the real world. The rain soaked her through almost instantly; her over sized military jacket now clinging to her thin, almost frail figure. Without looking both ways she darted across the street and into the safety of her VW Bug that was always unlocked. Glancing at Gin as he entered the car, she sighed. It was said that rain was supposed to be cleansing, but for some reason it made her feel dirty.

The ride back to Effy's apartment was relatively silent, only the sounds of radio static and breathing to fill the emptiness.

Effy unlocked the door to her apartment with unsteady hands. You never knew what was waiting behind closed doors. She pushed the door open, holding her breath. Nothing. She exhaled slowly. She placed her things on the kitchen counter as walked inside, making her way to the bed that was hidden by drapes and curtains. The rest of the apartment was simple, with giant, colorful pillows in places where couches and chairs should be. Pushing the fabric back she fell into the bed with a soft thud, feathers flying up from her white comforter.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

"I slept in the shirt at some point, but I'm pretty sure that I washed it." Effy scrunched her face in thought, "Yeah, pretty sure." She gave Gin a half sure shrug, she was lucky if she remembered a full day let alone if she washed an item of Gin's with hers. Gin's clothes were her's at this point, they had been at her loft for long enough. She pushed herself up and slowly made her her way to the door, stopping just before she exited the small shop. The rain came down in sheets, the sights and sound seeming to assault Effy's memory. It dragged her back to a memory, one she couldn't drink away.

Water dripped down from the crack in the ceiling, splashing onto Effy's bare skin as it fell to the concrete floor. Her eyes fluttered open, a muted cry escaping her lips. In a halfhearted attempt to gain her freedom, she used last rush of adrenaline to crawl too the door, slamming it until her hand was littered with splinters. A sobbed wracked her body as she collapsed to the floor. She would die here. She would be one of the first casualties of the battles. God. Why her?

Effy took in a shaky breath, touching the door the bring herself back to reality. She was safe as long as she was with Gin.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

Effy eyed Gin suspiciously, knowing that his intentions were less than innocent. Her look turned to one of curiosity, her eyebrows once again rising in a sleepy manner. Truthfully, she was content doing anything with Gin. Whether that be tying him to a bed or watching Moulin Rouge as they drank and she cried, she did not care. The two could have chosen to watch paint dry, and she would have been perfectly content. She picked up her mug of coffee, sipping the warm liquid as she gazed over the top at Gin intently. Their eyes met, sending chills down her spine that caused her to squirm and spill her coffee.

"To answer your question, I want to go home and change before this shirt is stained. This is my favorite fucking shirt." she said, an irritated note to her voice. Without a second thought she slipped out of the shirt, almost thankful that she had remembered to slip into a black bandeau in her hurry to dress herself this morning. She pulled her bag into her lap, pulling out her ratty, green military jacket. She shrugged into it and hugged herself, feeling oddly exposed.

Since you didn't ask... (Mayadere and raleighallynn)

"Samual is too fond of Casey to let him go. Then again, Samual is fond of anyone willing to suck his dick. I would know." Effy said as casually as if she were discussing the weather with Gin. There were no secrets when it came to the business that she was in, and she knew the man that sat before her was not blind to what she did behind closed doors. In this social sphere girls were shared like STDs, but all of them belonged to Samual the manager and owner of Noir. That included Ephesian.

With her free hand she reached into her shirt, producing a ticket made of black velvet. "A ticket, one of four. My darling Gin, can you guess it;s for?" Effy asked in a sing songy voice, a smile playing at the corners of her pale, pink lips. She replaced the ticket, affectionately squeezing his hand. Gin had never missed a private showing since they met, regardless of the fact that a single ticket could cost up to $2,000. Some would call that wasteful. She called it sweet.