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Post by barbie athena lyons on Aug 5, 2012 18:37:37 GMT -5
 she was shivering, curled up in the little black dress that logan had bought her, on the rich leather couch next to him. barbie was disoriented; all she really knew was they were in the vip lounge at one of logan's favorite bars. barb guessed he had sold to the owner, which was why they were allowed here. she leaned closer to logan in an attempt to be a bit warmer, peering up through her bangs at the people logan was talking to. "who are they?" she whispered this, not sure logan would even acknowledge her. her relationship with him was odd. barbie idolized logan. though she occasionally hated him, barb was too afraid to try to run. logan was the reason why she was alive, and also her source of heroin or cocaine or whatever drug he felt like giving her. in return, she was the escort; she was the beautiful skinny blonde on his arm; she did what he said, and she occasionally even paid him. barbie stretched her aching fingers, blinking slowly. she hadn't had any since that morning, and the withdrawal was already creeping up on her. barbie wanted to ask him, but he was busy with these people. friends? potential customers? she eyed them nervously again. |
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Post by logan hayes dawson on Aug 5, 2012 19:24:02 GMT -5
 The atmosphere was lively, the crowd was vivid, and the music was loud and not even remotely obnoxious—rather it had a soothing sense to it. Or, perhaps that was merely due to the fact that Logan had grown so accustomed to clubbing that its loud ruckus became comparable to the comforting sounds of a woman approaching her greatest fruition. Whatever it was, both feelings were comparable, compatible, and simply heavenly. Nothing seemed or felt wrong. The meeting Logan had arranged with the owner of the club had gone splendidly, without a hint of a problem, and at a great profit. He had walked into the club earlier the day with around twenty grand in his pockets, and would ultimately leave it with little over eighty grand in total. Such was called a score, a huge one at that, the jackpot amongst jackpots. And the best part of it all, was that the profit he’d made, provided by the owner, was just the beginning. Currently, he found himself surrounded by another group of potential buyers, with his prized possession by his side, Barbie--an odd and fitting name for the kind of role she played in his life. “Quiet! I’m talking business… keep calm and make yourself pretty. That isn’t too much to ask now is it?” Logan sneered at her, as she attempted to whisper into his ears. Just to make sure she wouldn’t intrude his conversation with the potential buyers again, he pinioned her back into the sofa, with both his hands gripping her arms, and bodily urged her not to move a single muscle. Her question went unanswered, and Logan, simply returned his attention towards the potential buyers. “I’ve got about 80 grams that can be delivered to you guys, as long as we can somehow find some equal grounds, and a location to complete the transaction.” He went on. |
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Post by barbie athena lyons on Aug 5, 2012 19:52:30 GMT -5
barbie was taken by surprise - her lack of focus and abundance of exhaustion and throbbing migraine led to images around her seeming shaky; a poor, painful substitute for intoxication. suddenly, his face was near hers. "quiet! i'm talking business... keep calm and make yourself pretty. that isn't too much to ask, now is it?" her eyes widened fearfully as his large hands encircled her skinny forearms, not wanting to whimper or anything of the like in case it set him off more. she should have known to not even ask; it was something that set him off quite easily, intruding on him when he was trying to work out a business plan. barbie bit down on her lower lip as he turned back to the people, speaking in his 'business voice' to the potential customers. or at least, that's what she assumed - she'd never seen them before. barb paused a moment, then reached up to brush her hair back, sitting up a bit straighter and clenching her jaw weakly as her head whirled. all she really wanted was a warm place to lie, perhaps, or welcoming arms that she herself had caused to leave. feeling empty, barbie stared blankly up at the people with pursed lips. they were discussing locations to exchange whatever drugs they were interested in, and barbie stared dully past them, trying to conceal her irritation. she wasn't stupid enough to speak again, but the discomfort of the situation made it harder to sit still. |
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Post by logan hayes dawson on Aug 5, 2012 22:20:13 GMT -5
She probably hadn’t met to bother him, and most people would have felt sorry for her; they would have elicited some sort of sympathy towards her, for being in such a subservient position, in which she had no control over her own actions, and at times emotions. However, Logan wasn’t like the rest of humanity. Sure, he had his moments where he’d shown her his humane side, but his domineering deportment often overweighed his seemingly inexistent kindliness. He had lost that side of him along time ago, possibly the moment when he was first introduced to the world of drug trafficking. The business required that he toughened his act, and nowadays, with his nose stuck so far up his ass, it was hard for him to not take things seriously. He needed to be firm and mean; an ass hole. Much like he had been to Barbie just a few short minutes ago. It was needed, and it showed to the buyers that Logan wasn’t one to be fucked with. “So, I say the Warehouse down on Avenue street… how about it?” he asked his clients with that persuasive tone to his voice. He smiled, but internally felt slightly annoyed and discontent about something… something he initially couldn’t put a finger on first, but then eventually pinpointed its source. Glancing over his shoulder, he fixed his piercing gaze towards his girlfriend, and furrowed his eyebrows before leaning into her, planting his palm into her chest as he pressed her back against the sofa “I thought I told you to stay still and look pretty, I didn’t instruct you to fidget and whimper” he whispered into her ears, for only her own to perceive the sound of his demanding tone. “I’ll tell you what, you want to move around, go fetch us some drinks, and be back immediately!” He commanded, the weight of his arm resting strongly against her torso. He then slowly unshackled her from his grasp, and planted a soft kiss on her lips as to not cause any commotion with the security, feigning to be charming and romantic. |
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