Max’s. I sat in a booth, in the back. Red curtains were strung up from the tall ceiling, they were meant to divide up the large room, some privacy, but the girls voice traveled back to me. The club had her perform every Friday night at Max’s. She was allowed to wear clothes, she wasn’t serving drinks. Yes, Max’s was that sort of place. I had gotten a tip that one @Zac_Morris would be here tonight. I called up my best gentleman and asked them to escort me to the club. 

As Dante waved over a waitress to order another ancient scotch, I saw him. My target. He was about thirty feet across the room. I didn’t understand how I missed him before, he always stood out. Girls fell over him, I even saw him get a look from the singer, but he always wore fashion from the last generation or the next. He sat there, I sat there watching him sitting there in his suit, sleeves rolled up and some ridiculous bow tie. A half naked waitress blocked my view for a moment and in my rage haze I was surprised my laser eyes didn’t pierce through her skin. Dante bumped me. I was getting ahead of myself again. Let me start from the beginning. 

I had woken up earlier that day in a seedy motel. Alone? Yes. I was relieved, I didn’t have to have to ask whoever could have been laying next to me who they were. I had no memory of the night before, just the way I liked it. I closed my eyes again, snuggling into the pillow and thought about MY Princess. MY Princess had whisked me back to the castle after one of her members had a terrible accident down some stairs. I of course had nothing to do with that. She was majestic, she was glorious, she was amazing. The very thought of her made me tingle and just as I was about to move my hands about my body (I had an itch) the bathroom door opened. 

I kept my eyes closed. I listened to footsteps cross the room. Someone stood next to my side of the bed. Then I felt breathing on my face. For a flash of a moment I regretted all of last night. What if I had some how managed to bump into my sworn enemy, one Mr. Zac_Morris and he was the one I took back to this motel room. No, no. It couldn’t be. My eyes flew open. There was a face, inches from my face. I had to pull back and sit up all at the same time to even recognize that it was Blu_Blank. 

“I can’t even!!”

I exclaimed. It was a white girl thing. 

“Why are you breathing on me?!” I asked and then a bit under my breath, “stalker.”

I collected my clothes from around the room. My panties were on the lamp, blouse on the ceiling fan. Something had obviously happened last night. From the morning remains, it looked like that something was fantastic. I was proud of myself. I dressed and went to the door. Before I left I looked back at Blu_Blank and smiled. As he stood their half naked, I shared a moment with him and a butterfly as it popped around in my stomach.

“Oh shit!” 

I exclaimed and ran the hell out of there. 

I grabbed a taxi on my way out and met Drexler on the North Side. I fluffed my hair in a pocket mirror, sex gave hair the greatest volume and put on some lipstick. Drexler sat outside a little cafe on Cedar street looking dashing as ever. I sat down and plucked his sun glasses from his face, placing them on my own. I leaned back and imitated that I was getting a tan. 

“Rough night?” He asked and I nodded with a smile. A waitress brought us out a round of expresso. We sipped the caffeine with our pinky fingers out. 

“Any news on Kelly?” I asked, placing my drink down. I knew Kelly had to be in Chicago. That’s where Zac was and he didn’t seem the type to send Kelly of to Russia or something. I had called in a favor to a few of my contacts in the other districts in 

Chicago. Drexler shook his head. Damnit, I felt so close or maybe it was I felt something so close. I looked down and noticed Drexler’s hand on my thing. I looked back up at him and gave him a smirk. I stood, pushed out the crinkles on my skirt and gave The D a kiss on the cheek. 

“I’ve got a buddy that works at a Butcher off of W Superior. Says he’s seen your guy.” Drexler added before I turned to leave.

“He’s not my guy.” I corrected.

“Whatever he is to you maybe you’ll want to check it out. Sammy’s on Superior.” He explained.

“West Superior. Got it. Thanks Drex. I’ll see you next week at your moms cake walk. I’m bringing your favorite!” I called as I headed down the street. 

Another cab, another ride. I had to find Kelly. Dat ass. Plus, there were the crazy cannibal turtles in the sewers. After I had my way with one handsome and sexy Zac_Morris, I could hand him off to them for a pretty price. I wouldn’t accept bones. I paid the cabby and got out at Sammy’s Butcher on 154 W Superior. I went it, I came out. I crossed the street to an ice cream store, ran into some GOATS and as I was stepping back into the street I noticed a man. A slender, tall, blond haired man. He held a brick to his face and spoke into it. Really Zac_Morris, so weird. That brick was not a phone. I wondered how such a stupid, yet sexy man was getting away from me. 

I watched Zac from across the street as I licked on my ice cream cone. Maybe if I followed him he’d lead me to Kelly. So, I followed him and he led me to a seedy hotel. Thankfully not the same one as that morning. I didn’t want another run in with Blu_Blank. I needed a drink. I had half a brain to blow Zac off and then go for drinks. No, no. I shook my head. I needed to concentrate on the prize. Kelly. Kelly. I chanted to myself. Dat ass. 

After getting out of the cab, I watched Zac enter into a top right hotel room. I followed him, but once I got up there all the doors looked the same. I had been too far away to see what number he had gone into. I tried my luck. I burst through and saw, well I think my eyes went blind for a moment. After regaining my sight, I passed out. Pink heart shaped hot tub. Bubbles. White wedding dress that looked to be ripped off and tossed to the ground. A tux suit the same. I’m fairly sure I had busted through the honeymoon suite’s door. There were people in the jacuzzi. Two, to be exact. I never want to see those parts of SwaggDinero. My eyes. I had to look away, but when I did, they just landed on what I could only assume was his new wife, Tais. 

Sure, SwaggDinero had been going on for weeks about how much he wanted to get with Tais, but I never thought he actually had a chance. I didn’t have time to think about it. My eyes were both bleeding and burning at the same time. I just got a double smack of lets go blind for a better life. I picked myself up off the ground (I wasn’t a graceful door breaker) and threw myself out of the room. I thought about jumping the balcony, it was the quickest route out, but I heard voices behind me. Something about chocolate syrup. Again, I ran like hell out of a motel. 

Once I got back to the South Side, I slipped into my apartment (after being let back into the castle, I was moved out of the basement and into my own place) showered and got dressed. I immediately went out again. There was only bath tub gin at home and I wasn’t that desperate. I sold some heroin for a nice price down a back alley and headed over to a bar where I knew associates hung out. Gossip in this town was out as quickly as it was in. As soon as I stepped into the bar people were talking about Godmother @Teagan and the rumor that she was going to be in a movie out there in Hollywood. The next was JoeMontana making an ass of himself in the streets, crying over the milk he has spilled. 

I found a place at the bar, but before I could take a seat the tender told me I had a phone call. I took it in the back. 

“Hello” I said into the receiver.

“Four?” The voice on the other end said. It was deep and scratchy. I didn’t recognize it.

“Yes. Who is this?” I replied, curious more than anything.

“There are more important things to say. Zac_Morris will be at Max’s tonight.” Click.

“Hello” I paused. “Hello” I said again. No one was there.

I am slightly disturbed by this.

Shudders and wanders off for more alcohol.