A Bit of Fun [ST/Cameo]

A Bit of Fun [ST/Cameo] Feb 20, 2013 10:03:18 GMT -5

Post by semper on Feb 20, 2013 10:03:18 GMT -5

bear Keeni

It’s been really weird trying to run this organization without Shiep or any of the original members. Back then, while we were snapping at each other’s heels every step of the way, we still cared for each other in a brotherly sort of way. Hell, we even went so far for each other (remember that time I fell through a window in the roof of the warehouse for Malachai? Painful memory, actually) and still everyone ended up either dead or missing. As far as I know I’m the only surviving member aside from Lane, but who the hell knows when he’ll be coming back. Not only that but now I have one little reason to be much more delicate about the actions I direct the organization to do: Teddy. It used to be that I’d make reckless decisions and not give a fuck about any consequence but now I have to worry about any repercussions that might hurt my little boy or even Vicky. I know she can fully and properly defend herself – she’s the one that stabbed me in the side and nearly killed her after I tried hurting her – but I still worry; there’s still a nagging and pestering sensation that makes me second guess my actions.

This particular request had me second guessing myself. This girl, Charlie Smith, is asking “for a good time,” basically. The last time I had a “good time” I ended up being told that someone was pregnant. These new ST members are just young whippersnappers but I bet they’d all have a bit of fun with this girl. No one questions the boss unless they want to get clocked in the jaw so no one should ask me why I’m not partaking in the jolly, slippery fun. Well, I guess they should have a bit of fun before they either disappear or end up killed like ~~the first generation~~ everyone else.

I pat the little packet of pills in my pocket that will be of use later as I head toward this girl’s house. It’s always been a little weird doing a house call but then again I don’t want any customer at my house and knowing where I live – or where any of my employees live, really – so house calls are where we’ve come to.

It’s toward the evening as I walk down the road toward this house. I told Alexis and Skid that they could just meet me there at the Smith house so I’m fully expecting at least one of them to be there (though I’ll probably chew out whichever doesn’t show up) and I guess I’ll just let the two of them have a little fun with Charlie. It’s like taking the two new kids for a test drive, you know? Should be fun. I raise my hand and knock on Charlie’s door, looking around for Skid or Alexis.

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A Bit of Fun [ST/Cameo] Feb 23, 2013 13:42:15 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 23, 2013 13:42:15 GMT -5

Charlie Smith

There's always some form of reasoning to need an escape; if it was a celebration, an unpleasant event and everything in between. Every morning the reason awakes Charlie from her deep slumber to encounter the day, or maybe that's just the sun. As soon as the ball of light fully emerges in the sky the rays fill the attic room that the girl had been occupying her entire life. It was truly a beautiful sight to wake up to, for the exception of a bulging headache the light only enhanced. With a reach for a gulp of water, and stretch to pull the blanket, acting as a blind, over the window that announced the day Charlie would do anything to drift back off.

As strange as it is the comfort of pattering feet and life downstairs was needed for the young girl to snooze, something that wasn't filling the house. With a moan Charlie forced her legs to dangle over the side of her bed in an attempt to get up. Expanding the staircase that worked as a door as well, still no sound could be heard from any corner. "Guys?" Charlie called out in high hopes to get a response, but instead silence remand.

Only a simple note showed any signs of activity 'be back later' how kind of them to add details. It was completely frustrating how they had no respect to their older sister Charlie, who was only trying to be there for them. Back to the very top of the household for some much needed clothes and makeup, even if alone all day the girl couldn't go without her fashion. As if she was actually going to be alone all day, because a knock at the door was a quick reminded that there was always fun to be discovered.

Opening the door to get a remembrance of a headache and last night Charlie tried her best not to rush the deliver in. Names were always the most difficult thing for Charlie to remember but when her eyes traveled up it clicked. "Bear, right?" Charlie greeted with a smile as she tried to evaluate the guy, but his height was the only thing she was certain of with the sun rays squinting her eyes. It was already hard for Charlie not to feel short around the average height, hopefully this guy wouldn't bring out her ego to makeup for the fact.

Now Charlie was grateful for the absence of her younger siblings, because instead of hiding out in the attic to have a good time they could enjoy the entire house. "Thanks for stopping by." Charlie welcomed the guy into the house, very happy to be out of the sun. New friends, as Charlie calls them, were always the most fun. Trying their product, testing the waters, estimating the things she could get away with; though Bear seems to know his business, but the daring girl always found a way.

"Can I pay you after just incase it's not good?" Charlie teased grabbing her handbag from the closet to pull out her tip money, the reason for so much drinking the previous night. "I'm a performer, not a stripper or anything like that." She feels the need to clarify before handing over some money. Everyone was different with the whole trading, which was exactly why Charlie always toke it upon herself, plus she liked the control.