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savysavannah · 3 years

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Practice Challenge one: Part One

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“Fuck!” I yelled and slammed my hands against the steering wheel. This wasn’t the first time I’d had a total mental breakdown in the dim lighting of the courthouse parking lot, and it sure wasn’t gonna be the last. This case was rigged from the get-go, Mr. Dean esquire was always there against me, swaying the jury with his charismatic personality and his masculine gender. Not to mention it was a jury which he decided to leave fully as white men, his fellow groupies against my defendant, a woman of color who defended herself against her abuser who came at her with a gun.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Opening them I saw Dean sashaying to his car. I considered putting my own in reverse and waiting until he just walked by, then bye bye Dean. Deciding that it wouldn’t be worth the cost of defending myself I waited until after he’d passed to pull out and start to drive to Illean Private University. I was an attorney coach for a Mock Trial team and of course, had to encourage these kiddos that law was the best career and it would really be fulfilling to help people. Driving past the Greek life houses I couldn’t help but smile thinking of happier times. Chugging shitty beer, dressed like a total slut and not giving one single fuck.

After an hour or two of bullshitting some kids and reminding them to object when someone playing a witness says “well I heard the defendant say he was mad at the victim so he must have killed her.” I drove on my way home.

“Incoming call from Uncle Dipshit'' said my car, continuing the never ending day that is my life.

“What?”

“Hey little Savy-Hannah, I’m in a bit of a bind and need some help.”

“What was it? Cocaine? Meth? Or did you finally snap and get caught with heroin.”

“Come on, Savannah, why would you just assume that, can’t I call my one and only niece because I wanna talk to her?”

“At 11pm? Friday night? Bullshit.”

“.......fine Sav-”

“Fuck you, I’m not doing probono work for you anymore. Get your shit together or get the fuck out of our lives.”

Taking a turn away from my apartment I started to head for Lux, my old usual club. I hadn’t gone in awhile but right now I needed to get absolutely shitfaced. 8 shots and 2 waters later I was grinding up against some strangers to Kesha’s “Die Young”, a classic. Suddenly I heard an all too familiar voice, “Savannah!”

My brother. Specifically, my oldest brother, Dan. He danced his way over to me of course being in this scene and grabbed my wrist. “Wha-u wan dan?” I slurred and kept jumping to the song.

“I was worried about you, Ricky called and said you were acting weird.”

“Weird!" I laughed throwing my head back "Because I wouldn’t clean up his shit for once!” I screamed over the music before he pulled me out of the club by the wrist. As soon as the cool air hit my cheeks I leaned my head back and looked up at the sky.

“I wish I was a star." I mumbled seeing the shimmering lights above us before suddenly leaning forward and hurling all over the cement. Probably a usual occurrence for Lux but I still felt bad. Dan rolled down the windows of my car as he drove me home, I stuck my head out of it for the breeze to feel the air in my lungs.

“How’d you find me?” I mumbled, still not fully back to myself.

“We all have eachothers phone locations, remember? You insisted on it like a year ago after you interned on that kidnapping case.” He sighed as we drove up the familiar road home.

“You’re really a mess you know that?” He asked. It's not like he was much better….well, he was but it's not like I'm our brother Danny. At least I made something of myself. Didn't get handed my career and a wife on a silver platter. Or like Daniel who was still so far back into the closet that we really aren't sure if he'll ever come out, even though our family would be more than accepting of him.

I was tempted to defend myself but stopped, “I know, I just need a win."

The next morning Dan was sleeping on my couch and I was on the living room floor. “You couldn’t have carried me to bed?” I mumbled through a yawn.

“You’re the dumbass who got white girl wasted and said you were too tired to walk to your room.”

“What time is it?” I mumbled and went to find my phone despite the world swaying as I crawled to my purse.

He lifted his arm up to look at his watch, “Like 8:00am chill out.” He groaned.

“HOLY FUCK 8?” I flinched at the loudness of my own voice. I was normally up at six, two hours slept in, what’s today it’s a wednesday. ‘What was I supposed to do today? No clients in court today, so that’s good. Okay so I suppose I have to? Paperwork?’

I sighed, “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t have court today.” Stumbling up I ran to my room to change out of yesterday's clothes, splash some water on my face and get on the move.

"Lucky? I'm the one who got your ass home at all!" He yelled back from the living room as I slipped into a different skirt. Shirt could stay the same, just a plain white shell no one would notice. But skirt absolutely not. I grabbed a pair of earrings and a bag of makeup wipes and rushed past Dan.

"Fine sorry love ya. Family dinner on saturday right?" I hurried as I slung a purse over my shoulder.

"You got it." He replied.

"Uh, stay awhile have breakfast if you want. I've got bagels and eggs. Just lock up when you leave." I remembered finally to be polite as he stretched getting up from the sofa.

The office was busy and loud as usual. I tried to smile and act like I wasn't hungover as holy hell while I walked to my desk.

There was someone new taking a desk near me too. Lanky guy probably straight out of law school too. I sized him up for a moment before nearly catching his eye but going back to my work.

It wasn't till lunch that I had to actually deal with another human when I ran into Mr. Asshole-dean.

"Ms. Mars?" He said as he tapped my shoulder in line at the starbucks near the courthouse.

I turned but knew his voice right away, "Mr. Dean?" I replied wondering why he was bothering me. He seemed to catch my cold tone.

"What, rough night? Does suck the night you lose the case but don't worry. You'll get better at losing, can't win em all."

I would like to get an extra extra hot- you know what make it just a cup of fucking lava to poor on this jackass. I smiled, "Thanks! I'm sure it didn't take you long to get used to it." I gave a passive aggressive smile and looked down to my watch.

"Listen, Mars, I know we're opposing counsel but I don't mean any harm by it. I think we could be great friends if you'd give it a shot. I mean I'm sure we both hate our jo-"

"Hi I'd like a venti mocha!" I ordered cutting him off the scurried back to my car.

I had a few hours before I actually had a meeting. It was just to speak with a judge over a custody case between a homophobic mother and two "really good friends" one of who was the father of the child in question. There was a chance it could turn into a serious case, the mom was wealthy and if she got too displeased she could probably turn it into a civil suit on the grounds of the father being gay. But it wasn't likely she'd take the time. She was only really fighting for custody to use their kid as a weapon in the divorce.

I drove home with my coffee deciding I wanted to Pad Thai leftovers I had as comfort/hangover/please-god-dont-make-me-live-another-day food.

Daniel was sitting on my couch when I walked in. "Can you not just walk into my house? Dan may have forgotten to lock it but that's no reason for you to just waltz in here!" I yelled as I dropped my purse and walked up to him.

"Is that my mail?" I huffed and snatched my letters from him. It was just junk mail but he still had no right to be so intrusive.

He looked up at me with a slight glare, "I know what you did and I'm gonna get you back for it." And as quickly as he came he scurried out.

Ringing up Dan I tapped my foot on the ground, "You forgot to lock the door!" I yelled into the phone.

"Oh shit my bad. You okay?" He asked.

"Yes, but Daniel was just here. All pissed over something." I grumbled and walked to the fridge to get out my leftovers.

"Any idea of what?" He asked.

"No clue." I answered.

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“No, don’t call anyone. Listen, they record everything but our conversations for confidentiality, if you call someone it’s possible that they might somehow be involved and we don’t want prosecution to get that- understand?” I hated explaining the basics to my clients, but those dumbassses would sign their own sentences if they didn’t know any better.

I walked up to the courthouse, in one hand I had my phone, the other a black coffee from the starbucks across the street, my work back slung over my shoulder and threatened to slide lower onto my arm. As I turned the corner I was suddenly burning with hot coffee against my chest and a stranger staring down at me as I had run right into him,

“FUCK!” I yelled as I stepped back. My heel slipped in a crack on the sidewalk, the top of it snapping it too causing me to fall back, my head hitting the hard concrete.

When I opened my eyes again he was standing over me. It was the new guy who sat across from me. "Don't worry I called an ambulance." He assured. I was going to sit up but as I pieced the situation together I realized I was no longer wearing a shirt. Instead I had his blazer placed over my top. I assume because of the burning coffee which would have been sitting on my torso had he not.

He rode in the ambulance to the hospital. We sat in awkward silence as I tried to figure out his angle. Was he afraid I'd sue. I was the one who bumped into him. Did he wanna ask me questions about our workplace. It'd been a month or so since he'd arrived though so that wouldn't make sense.

He sat next to me at the hospital and was still there when the doctor told me it was a light concussion and a small burn. He sighed, finally not seeming like a stiff board for a moment. Maybe he was scared I'd sue. I turned to him in the hospital bed when we had a moment alone.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He blushed and looked down mumbling a bit as he said "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I wouldn't be able to work anyways till I knew." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why? I'm the one that bumped into you?" I asked.

He was about to respond when the brigade of brothers came in. He seemed startled at all the sudden male energy in the room. "Ah, these are my brothers Dan, Danny, and Daniel. Daniel is a family name." I added the common addition when introducing them to anyone.

He stood up and shook Dan's hand firmly "Nicholas Lamia." He said. I realized then that I also didn't know his name. Danny started to get suspicious as he looked at him with antagonizing eyes.

"How do you know our sister?" He asked. Nicholas flushed again and tried to find words for a moment.

"We work together. He's the one who called the ambulance." Daniel set a balloon down next to me that he'd gotten at the gift shop.

We hadn't really spoken since his home break in. I still don't know what that was about. But he's been suspicious since. Once they released me Nicholas went on his way and the Mars siblings stood on the sidewalk and considered where to go.

"Should we get sushi? It's been a moment since we hung out without mom and dad." Dan suggested leading the conversation.

"Hmm, works for me. Samantha's out of town for work." Danny chimed in.

I sighed thinking about all the work I still had to do. But it had been a minute since we hung out for fun, and cucumber rolls wouldn't be too bad right about now. "Sure I'm in." I replied.

"You?" Danny asked Daniel.

He mumbled for a moment with the same guilty look, "no, I don't th-"

Suddenly Danny got him in a headlock, "come on even Savy agreed and she'd rather eat shit than waste time." He joked. I rolled my eyes and we all piled into Dan's car.

The waitress led us up to a small booth towards the back. At first I was going to sit next to Daniel but the blaring TV would send me down a spiral. There was a government program on and as soon as that shit for an heir came on I'd be fuming about how we're leaving the lives of multiple disadvantaged people to a boy who did body shots off a Delta Nu on a thursday night. I wasn’t exactly sure if that story was true, but it wouldn’t surprise me based off of what I’d seen from more credible sources than Lucy in the room down that hall at the sorority house who was gushing about how she wished it could be her. Prince Eaton went to the University of Labrador with us and she was hopeful that he would do it but sadly, no.

Dan saw my eyes lingering on the TV and switched sides of the booth with me. We were just about finished and considering desert when I began to notice the glances and smirks. I wiped with a napkin thinking maybe I had some rice on my face, but they continued nonetheless. It wasn’t like creepy guys smirking either, it was everyone. The air felt different and Daniel looked like he was going to be sick. “What?” I asked as he opened his mouth.

It looked like he was about to say something but couldn’t find the words. Dan opened to speak too, “Savannah, we didn’t think you’d ge-”

“Oh my gosh congratulations on being selected! Would you like a desert? Everything is on the house of course!” The waitress smiled.

I looked up at her as if she were speaking German. “Congratulations on what?” I asked.

“On being selected! They were just announced, are you so excited? Could I also get a photo by any chance! The next queen of Illea could be sitting at my booth!” She cheered.

The world slowed as my mind raced selected? Like The selection selected? I didn’t apply? I didn’t want to apply? How did I even get entered? What did Daniel want to tell me? Did Daniel do this? Was this his revenge for what?

I snapped out of it as Dan called my name. “I’m sorry. I have to step out for a moment.” I said and grabbed my purse running out of the restaurant, feeling everyone watching me. I walked to the side of the building and pressed my back against the cold brick panting. I crumbled inwards as my brothers ran over to me. I took a deep breath in,

“I don’t”

another breath

“understand.”

Suddenly a man with a long lens camera appeared. How did that happen so fast? How did he know what she looked like? Stupid your Savannah Mars it’s not like you’re a nobody your grandpa runs the largest candy company in the world.

“Can you back off?” I heard Dan ask him.

He kept ignoring Dan entirely, that is till Dan pushed his camera out of focus. “What the fuck man? Chill.” The creep said and went to shove Dan. Level headed Dan of course responded by punching him in the face.

We all piled into his car and drove to my house. I sat in the car ride silent and waited for someone to speak. No one did but Daniel still looked like he was going to throw up. We all sat on the sofa in continued silence. Only Dan spoke to offer everyone water.

No one said yes to it but a cup appeared in front of each of us anyways, always the responsible older brother.

I inhaled then finally said, “I’m not mad. I just want to know why?” and looked at Daniel. It was clear by now that he was the culprit.

He sat there in silence, his lip whimpering like he wanted to cry. Like he wanted to cry? If anyone’s going to cry it should be me. Suddenly I lunged at him to get in a hit. Only Danny’s arm stopped mine from smashing into his face.

“Why?” I yelled.

“I thought you made a gay dating profile for me.” He whimpered.

“What?” I asked, even more confused than before.

Dan spoke up, “Danny made a gay dating profile for him to try and give him a little push. When he got mad he said it was you who did it.”

“I just saw the letter sitting there and it seemed like the perfect way to get back at you for meddling in my love life. I was just gonna taunt you with submitting it, then Dan told me it was Danny but he said you wouldn’t get in and you’d just never know.” Daniel explained.

“Well, statistically speaking you shouldn’t have.” He defended. My anger shifted to the brother holding me back. If Danny had teased Daniel about his sexuality none of this would have happened. But I couldn’t do anything with him still holding my wrist.

I stood from the sofa and the brothers stood as well. “I’m going to go get changed.” The second they relaxed I turned and charged at Danny. “You fucking bitch!” I yelled and started to pull at his hair. He didn’t fight back but Daniel panicked and Dan rushed over. I was yanked off of him before I could make any real damage but he did look hurt enough.

“How could you! Just minding your own fucking business could have avoided this whole thing! And Daniel!” I yelled and turned. “Don’t fucking get vengeance especially not without communicating!”

The phone started to ring. It was probably about the selection. I huffed over ready to say, “Hi, yes this is Savannah Mars. No, I would not like to participate, please pull someone else.” But as I picked up the phone I realized something. Daniel would have had to forge my signature. In order to apply for me he had to sign a contract. If I say I want out I would have to prove I didn’t agree to begin with. That would mean proving the false signature. Which is by the way, illegal.

I sighed, held the phone to my ear. “Yes this is she. I’m so excited to be selected and am more than happy to discuss a time for you to send your people over.”

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studpuffin · 6 years

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Sex, Money, Murder ch3

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Paramount, LA County, 2014

Eddie passed the bottle of Jose Cuervo to Richie who took a hardy swallow and sat down across from him on the floor of their empty apartment.

“I can’t believe this is ours,” he whispered, kissing Eddie’s forehead, “I can’t believe you made this possible for us Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie smiled softly, “I did it for us. Because I love you. It was an easy choice to make.”

“Was it?”

Eddie nodded, “So easy Rich. And it felt…” he looked up and grinned, “It felt amazing. It felt… god, Richie, it felt good.”

Richie nodded thoughtfully, “Would you do it again?”

“I… It scares me but yeah,” Eddie whispered, “Yeah I’d do it again,” he looked up, squeezing Richie’s hand.

Richie nodded again slowly, “I… I want to do it. I think I can do it. We can… It’s gonna get us rich Eds.”

Eddie grinned, leaning in to kiss him softly, “You really wanna do this Chee?”

Richie nodded, “Yeah. I really want to,” he murmured, “You know I’ll do anything for you princess.”

Eddie nodded, “Then I’m doing it with you,” he sounded resolute. Determined, “But if we’re doing this then we’re gonna make some rules.”

“Rules?”

“Yeah. Rules,” Eddie nodded, “We can just go around killing anyone. We need ground rules,” he held his pinkie out.

Richie hooked his pinkie around Eddie’s, “Lay ‘em on me, baby.”

Eddie locked eyes with him, “Rule number one. We get a team. The rest of the Losers.”

Richie nodded, “Deal.”

“Rule number two. No killing kids. No killing animals.”

“Deal.”

“Rule number three. We’re judge, jury, and executioner. No outside targets. We do this our way,” his eyes sparkled maliciously.

Richie took another sip from the bottle passing it to Eddie so he could drink too then pressed a kiss to his knuckles, “Deal.”

Beverly Hills, LA County, 2018

Richie looked up from his laptop at the knock on his door, “Come in.”

Mike pushed the door open and dropped and folder onto his desk, “I have a new one for you.”

Richie grinned, “Already? We just knocked off Bowers a few weeks ago.”

Mike nodded, “He’s been flying under the radar for a while but I finally managed to get a hold of some concrete leads on him.”

Richie nodded, flicking through the folder, “Patrick Hockstetter… He’s an agent with Robert Gray,” he flicked through the small stack of papers, “Holy shit… This guy’s a major creep,” his eyes narrowed, “How old was this girl?”

Mike shook his head “It was more than one girl. But they were all about 15? The oldest was 16? They all reported but Gray never did anything about it and they never filed formal police reports. I’m guessing they just got bought out.”

“Of fucking course Gray settled. Low life piece of shit,” he grumbled, “So… we take this guy out. That puts us closer to Gray how exactly?”

Robert Gray had been on the top of Richie’s list since day one. The man was power himself on the West Coast, controlling everything from talent agencies to real estate to computer tech.

It was an absurd amount of power.

And Richie lusted for it.

“He’ll be looking for a new number two,” Mike replied easily, “He has no kids. Rumor has it you become his number two and he’ll leave you everything he has.”

Richie’s eyes widened, “Fuck…” a wicked smirk crept across his face as he pressed an extension on his office phone.

“Hello?”

“Ben Handsome! How are you doing today you beautiful specimen?”

Ben’s laughed echoed out of the phone’s speaker, “I’m fine Richie. You sound chipper.”

Richie was practically vibrating with excitement in his seat, “That’s one word for it. I’ve got a fun little side project for you. Got time to do some light tailing?”

The sound of computers keys clicking and then Ben’s voice again, “Lay it on me.”

Richie leaned back in his desk chair, hands coming up to rest behind his head, “Get me everything you can on Patrick Hockstetter.”

Hours later, Richie’s phone rang, jerking him out of his work, “Tozier,” he sighed as he answered.

“Hey, Richie it’s me,” Ben’s voice sounded muffled from the woosh of cars passing outside of his own.

“Hey Benny boy,” he grinned, “What’s the update?”

“I’ve been following him all day and doing some poking around and I found something… but you’re not gonna like it.”

Richie’s brow furrowed, “What is it?”

Ben gave a heavy sigh, “He’s um… He’s a regular at the Black Diamond Club.”

Crack . Richie’s pen snapped in half in his hand, “Eddie’s not gonna like that.”

“I… yeah I know he’s not gonna like that,” Ben grimaced, “But I think that’s the easiest way to lure him out.”

Richie dropped his face into his hands, “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

“Babyyyyyy,” Richie sing-songed as he came round the corner into their bedroom, “Baby?”

“I’m outside!”

Richie followed his boyfriend’s voice out onto their balcony and smiled at the sight before him. Eddie stretched out in their hot tub, head resting on the side. Eddie rolled his head to the side and smiled softly.

“Hey,” Eddie sighed, “Sorry I wasn’t up when you went to work,” he yawned, “I’m still jet-lagged.”

Richie kissed the top of his head, “It’s ok angel. Want me to come in there? Want cuddles?”

“Always want cuddles,” Eddie smiled scooting over for Richie to slide in next to him. Richie stripped off his clothes and climbed into the warm water.

“What’d you do today Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie hummed, stroking his fingers down his arm.

Eddie giggled softly, “You haven’t called me that since we were kids,” he snuggled into his arms, “My day was ok. I slept until like 11. Went for a run with Diamond and then went to the gym. Edited the videos from our trip. Walked Diamond again and now… here I am,” he kissed his neck softly, “Cuddling with my favorite man,” he kissed him softly, “How was your day?”

Richie smiled sleepily, “Work was ok. Lots of paperwork. Mostly people looking for investments,” he sighed softly, “Mike found us another guy.”

Eddie grinned, “Already?”

Richie nodded, “Patrick Hockstetter. That creep from Gray’s firm. Basically his right hand in the company.”

“What!” Eddie squealed happily, “Chee! That’s amazing! This going to be huge for us…” he kissed him, then pulled back, face clouding in concern, “Wait you should be thrilled. Every other time you’ve come in and been completely thrilled. Why aren’t you thrilled?”

Richie leaned in and kissed him softly, “I am thrilled baby. I just… there’s…” he huffed out a sigh, “There’s a catch. He’s a regular at the Black Diamond Club.”

Clammy, pudgy hands gripped his arms and shoved him backward into the changing rooms.

“Get the fuck off of me!” He struggled, kicking wildly, “Adrian get the fuck off of me!”

The wet pop of his car keys digging into the man’s stomach. Running from the club as the sound of sirens closed in.

“Richie…” he warned.

“Eds you say the word and I’ll call this whole thing off but I’m gonna be right there this time. You won’t be by yourself.”

“There is no way they’re gonna let me perform,” he snapped, “I basically ghosted them after killing the fucking manager ,” his voices rises high and panicked, “Richie I can’t go back there alone after what happened with Adrian.”

Richie took his face in his hands, and rested their noses together, “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Eddie whispered, letting his eyes close as he took a deep breath, “You know I trust you.”

“Then trust me when I say it’ll be different this time ok? I’m gonna be in your ear the whole time. You just need to get Patrick to follow you. You don’t have to even speak to him if you don’t want to.”

“Promise me I don’t have to be on stage,” Eddie held out his pinky for Richie, “You have to promise me or I’m not doing it. I can’t get back up there Richie.”

Richie hooked their pinkies together and kissed his knuckles softly, “Deal.”

“Eds? You ready Princess? Can you hear me ok?”

Eddie adjusted his tight pink t-shirt and nodded, “Yeah. I’m ready. I can hear you fine baby. Can you see ok?” he pinned the little rainbow flag pin onto his denim jacket.

“Clear as day,” Richie paused for a moment, adjusting where he was sitting in the car, “You sure you’re ok?”

“I said I’m fine Richie,” he hissed as someone walked passed him outside, “Just… let’s get this over with. Let me know when you’re in the spot.”

“You know what he looks like?”

“Yes, I know what he looks like dipshit. Now shut up. I can’t focus with you talking in my ear like that,” he grumbled as he pushed open the heavy black glass doors of his own personal hell.

The inside of the club was smoky and dark apart from the stage, where a scantily clad young man was swinging around a pole. Eddie shivered, sense memory taking over. He paused at the top of the stairs, scanning the room for Patrick.

“Eddie?”

Fuck

He turned slowly and plastered a grin on his face, “Evie! Hi.”

The petite blonde threw her arms around Eddie’s neck, “I missed you! Where have you been? We thought you died! How’s Richie?” she squealed excitedly.

Eddie gingerly hugged her back, “My youtube channel sorta took off and after what happened with Adrian I just… I didn’t feel safe you know?” he laughed nervously, “It made me sick to my stomach.”

She nodded, blue eyes wide, “Oh god it was awful. I can’t believe the police never caught the man who did it. It’s so scary to think that that maniac is still out there,” She shuddered.

Eddie nodded, biting back a smile as Richie practically howled with laughter, “Crazy, isn’t it? Sorry to cut this short but I’m meeting a friend,” he squeezed her hand and flashed her another easy smile, “See you around Evie,” he pulled away and ducked around the corner by the bathrooms.

“Asshole shut up! You’re not helping!” he hissed.

Richie giggled, “Eds I can’t help it. She has no fucking clue it was you.”

“And we’re keeping it that way. Shut up or I’m turning off the bluetooth,” Eddie came back around the corner, taking the stairs two at a time into the main lounge, still scanning the room for Patrick, “Ok I see him. I’m going. Start moving.”

Eddie settled onto the black leather couch feeling his skin heat up as Patrick turned his head to look at him.

“You here alone cutie?”

Eddie flicked his eyes over towards Patrick and he rolled his head over towards him, “Unless you wanna join me handsome. Buy me a drink?”

“What’s your poison princess?”

“Oh, he did not just fucking call you that,” Richie snarled into the phone.

Eddie chuckled softly, “Jack and Coke.”

“Classy,” he grinned, waving down a waitress, “You are 21 right?”

Eddie laughed, “Almost 23. All sorts of legal,” he winked.

Patrick threw his arm around Eddie, stroking his fingers over his bicep, “So, what’s a cute little thing like you doing here alone?”

“My boyfriend’s out of town and I needed a night out,” he sighed, “It gets so lonely by myself,” he leaned into Patrick’s side, trying not to gag at his cologne.

Patrick smirked, “Well… I’d be glad to keep you company gorgeous,” he leaned in a little, the tips of their noses brush together.

Eddie grinned, “Bet you would…” he trailed his fingers along his jawline, “Follow me?”

Patrick smirked, “Lead the way baby.”

Eddie stood, taking his drink and loosely lacing his fingers with Patrick’s, “There’s a good place out back.”

“You’re not new at this then,” Patrick teased.

“Not by a long shot,” Eddie winked, pushing the metal door near the back of the stage open.

Patrick looped his arms around his waist and pushed him back against the brick wall, “Where were we?”

“You were about to get your hands off my boyfriend,” Richie dug the point of his knife into his back, “And I was gonna go easy on you…” he sighed, “I was just gonna shoot you and put you out of your misery,” he smirked, yanking Patrick away and holding him by the collar, “But then you called him princess,” he leaned in, “And no one,” he pressed the knife into his neck, “calls him that but me.” Richie snarled slashing his neck. As Patrick collapsed to the floor Richie followed, pouncing in him like a wild animal. He dug it into his stomach and ripped upwards, still practically growling as Patrick’s insides spilled onto the concrete.

“Richie that’s enough!” Eddie grabbed his shoulder, “Come on enough! He’s dead already,” he pulled him away, “Richie come on!”

Richie ripped around and pushed Eddie up against the cold brick, “I wanna fuck you. Right here. Get the smell of him off of you,” he kissed him roughly, “You look like sin baby… you’re fucking stunning.”

Eddie gasped, latching onto him, “Car. Not here. Car,” he whispered, “The cops come by here still. We can’t be back here,” he whined as Richie latched onto a particularly sensitive spot of his neck, “Car you idiot,” he moaned, giggling as Richie tossed him over his shoulder.

“Bossy,” Richie whispered, tossing him into the back seat and snuggling up next to him, “You ok? It took a lot for you to go back here.”

Eddie kissed his neck softly, “You’re here with me. I know I’m safe with you,” he rolled on top of him and cuddled into his chest, “I’m tired. It just… this one was hard. Took a lot out of me,” he whispered.

Richie nodded, stroking his hair, “You were so brave, sweetheart. You did amazing,” he promised, “I’ve got you now,” he whispered.

Eddie nodded, “I know you do,” he buried his face in his neck, “Just… Let’s go home? I think I just wanna go home,” he whispered, “I don’t think I wanna have sex right now. I just wanna shower.” he whispered, “Can we just go home?”

Richie nodded, “Yeah baby,” he whispered, kissing his forehead softly, “Let's get you home.”

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