sexy bitch · drake · DEAD

[anouk lirienne fournier]

The night was cooler than usually, the sky so black you could barely some starts, the streets were dimly lit. Anouk was all dressed for party and heading toward the club at that very moment, her heels hitting the pavement causing heads turn her way. But before she reached the club she had something to do, an appointment she wouldn’t break because it was important if she wanted to have a good night of fun. And no, she wasn’t talking about Cass. Drake was meeting her tonight with some package; he was a drug dealer, one she trusted enough to buy good stuff without fearing for her life. Not that at this point she cared much about that either. Anouk had always been a social butterfly, but she had never been such a wild child, she hadn’t enjoyed nightlife like she was doing now. That’s what happens when you get together with the wrong kind of people and discover they can make your forget all your worries, having the night of your life. Though the waking up wasn’t so fun. Anouk lived under the saying ‘never regret what you did’ and she certainly didn’t regret any second of her fucked up night life.

Alexei had told her once that she needed to stop exposing herself like that because boys tended to place a name on her. She certainly knew what boys thought of her, she knew what they thought when she passed by in her black short dress and her impossible high heels, exposing every inch of her skin. And she loved it; the attention, the free drinks, guys lurking around her like starving dogs. A smile, a wink and they were at her feet and she knew it. She did all that in the hopes of forgetting that the only guy she will ever love, the only one she would ever care for, was the only one out of her reach and she couldn’t even play her tricks on him, not that it would work anyway. Bracing herself she walked toward the empty alley where she was supposed to be meeting Drake. He was one of those boys no one wants to be around but it amused her, his ‘fuck off’ vibe just worked the other way with her. He threw at her hurtful comments and she laughed it off, there was nothing in this world that would hurt her more than she already was.

The more he tried to push away the more Anouk tried to approach him just to annoy the hell out of him. But they got along awfully well, or at least all the well you could get along with him. They went partying together just making a mess of their lives. Those are always great nights for her. She stopped, leaning against a wall and closing her eyes as she allowed her mind to wander nowhere in particular. It had been a hellish week for her with all the hospital crap, the exhibition and so on; she so needed to get wasted and high. Finally she heard footsteps coming from behind her and she turned with her eyebrow raised expecting Drake to turn the corner, a small mischievous smile playing in her lips. “Did you get lost? I could have frozen my ass off waiting for you out here.” She said as a way of greeting, her tone amused as she rested her head again against the wall, she was so tired she felt she could fell asleep right then and there, but she hadn’t been sleeping for a while now, tonight wasn’t going to be different.

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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 603

[drake andrew sailers]

No signs of life here save the embers and the occasional flame.
We know the way but can't remember, conception to the grave.

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The femme likely wouldn't be so playful once she fully registered what rounded that corner. The dealer was a difficult person to know, a degree of dominance and faithfulness to his word the only attributes with which he seemed consistent. At times, Drake would show up to one of their misadventures as the party's black knight. Impressive, smug, devilishly quick witted, with a beguiling presence that was nigh Charles Manson by design. Others...who knew. Sometimes it was the damn near opposite. A little bastard of few words and a few million dirty looks, avoiding all attention and attacking any offers. Even Anouk, when whatever she had to say was especially ridiculous. The fact that she could fight back and roll with the punches, or flat out be uneffected by his snappiness when he was in that kind of mood, was one reason why they were able to get along so well. That, and they had a few terrestrial similarities, perhaps more than they knew, that made them somehow click. Regardless, Drake was a mess in black Nikes. A walking problem with a fat ego and starved self esteem. It was difficult to say what kind of monstrosity you were going to get when he showed up.

Tonight was no different. Though, perhaps, extreme. He moved with his usual limp, street lamps from behind outlining the musculature of his familiar silhouette. But it would soon provided a visual of other things as well. "Too bad you didn't." He said uncaringly, "I could've sold it to someone sexier who'd put it to better use." Drake knew well Anouk's manslaying prowess...despite the fact he himself deemed it dominantly due to her whorish fronting. Such comments were just how he communicated. Though, joke or insult, it was lucid he was in no pleasant mood. "I have some bad news. I would've called you but my phone...kind of broke."

The light shimmered abnormally off his right shoulder. Wet...Bloody? It was hard to mistake that rusty scent; it looked like he'd been stabbed. But if he had been he didn't seem to realize it, a too bright, too wild look in his eyes. Maybe he was slightly high off of something ungodly. Or maybe he'd simply gotten into some kind of serious squabble and the adrenaline had yet to subside. Either way..."I don't have your package."

[anouk lirienne fournier]

Anouk wasn’t scared of Drake at all, maybe because she didn’t care anymore how aggressive he could get, maybe because she simply liked playing with fire, it made everything more interesting. She knew well his changing moods and the way he used to communicated, she simply brushed off his comments and hurtful remarks with a smile or a chuckle, as if words could hurt her when she already was broken. The entire night scene, the drugs and the alcohol was her idea of trying to fix for a few hours her broken self, or the easier way to end up with everything. Either way whatever Drake had to say about her didn’t matter, he could call her whatever and she will just laugh at it, probably because he was right and she had it assumed. Tonight wasn’t different and she had noticed he was in one hell of a mood so she just chuckled. “Whatever Drake. I could care less about your opinion about my looks.” Anouk frowned at him and then raised her eyebrow. For Drake to break his phone well that wasn’t strange but for him to slack off, that was a whole different matter.

“Shit Drake!” Anouk was about to get mad and snap at him, but she thought better of it, the guy looked… well, in worse shape than usual and a strange smell come off him. “You better have a good explanation though, I was in very much need tonight and will have to lurk around for some.” It was strange for him to fail her this way, up until now he never did and that was why she trusted him with her shit. But she could forgive him this once, she was good girl after all and she wasn’t going to get all crazy about the whole matter. She still thought there was something strange with him, or it was the light? Anouk closed the gap between them and took in his appearance, it seemed like he had been… stabbed or something… and blood was running out. Anouk raised her eyes to meet Drake’s with surprise and totally speechless. “Holy shit! What the fuck happened?” She had gone out for a night of fun and now she would have to do a trip to… no, there was no option to go to the hospital, she would have to deal with it herself.

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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 392

[drake andrew sailers]

No signs of life here save the embers and the occasional flame.
We know the way but can't remember, conception to the grave.

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His lip twitched in the makings of a snarl at her question, but he wouldn't permit it's complete manifestation and simply looked away. He'd been taking a couple of blues to a new guy he hadn't delt with before. As usual, Drake scouted out the area before he pulled in. But it had only been some pills, there wasn't need for excessive caution. The guy had been a suspect for something else though apparently and a cop car had been following him. When they saw the dealing, they had reason to nab him and came after them for the arrest. The guy panicked, grabbed Drake to throw him into the ground as a sacrifice while he got away. But the dealer held onto him and before he could bring his fist back to flatten the asshole's nose, he had the knife in his hand, stabbed him and took off.

Just like that, the policeman was on him. Drake was bleeding and a bit disoriented, the cop, once he'd called for backup, was nice. Why he didn't cuff Drake right then and there he had no idea...he should've. Just told him to stand with his hands up and against the channel wall while he frisked him. Of course, he found the pills, Anouk's crap, and...Drake's last few ounces of heroine. He didn't recall what happened after that. Or how. He just remembered the way the pistol felt in his hands as he ripped it out of the cop's holster. It was rough, cold. And the kick...

The gunshot still rang in Drake's ears. He didn't mean to. He'd been hurt, furious, went from disoriented to livid in the split hair of an instant. He'd just reacted, didn't think. That bullet wasn't meant to kill. And it certain't wasn't meant for it's own carrier...

"It doesn't matter." He said finally, swallowing the knot in his throat. Drake was an odd criminal. He didn't hate cops. He didn't even dislike them. Sure, they were enemies, if one caught him it could ruin his life for good. But Drake's life was already ruined as far as he was concerned. And he knew very well what he was and the results of the things he did. He respected most cops. They stood for something. Put their lives on the line for something. And Drake'd just killed one of them.

AND had to ditch his car. His nice, sleek, black ferrari... Brand fucking new. He stole it, sure, but you know how it is. That was his baby.

"I had a run in with the cops and they took my shit." Drake had panicked when he saw the cop fall. Didn't even think to get back what he killed him for, just fled before someone got the chance to see his face. What an idiot.

He glanced at his shoulder. "It isn't deep. I'm fine." Drake was not fine. Mentally or physically, not at all. He gave her a pathetic, helpless look, shaken, before realizing it and looking away. He sighed. "I know a guy who works this district. Can't call him of course but I know where he'll be. I have to have my dynamite. Thought I'd drag you along." The dealer looked small, tired, drained, and much younger than he was. Like a kid who'd been separated from his mom in the rain and had all but given up hope of finding her again. Nothing like the bulletproof deviant he usually was. It wasn't like him not to ensure his clients had checks on their wish list, but he the main reason he wanted her to come along was because he didn't want to be alone. Drake didn't care about her at all, but he did like her company.

[anouk lirienne fournier]

So far Anouk didn’t have to please people, and she didn’t act the way people wanted her to. She was free outside the four walls of her home, that’s it. Drake wasn’t the best of the companies but he had never been especially bad to her, maybe because she was the only one who put up with his crap most of the time and brushed off all his comments with a laugh. When she was out and about she didn’t care about what people thought of her, she acted the way she was and that carried along a lot of disrespectful names to her persona, she had seen it all and heard it all. But back home, in the little bubble of her sacred space, that being her art room and her own bedroom, everything was different. She had the impression she wasn’t that strong or carefree, once the makeup was gone, the dress on the chair and the effects of the alcohol vanished she looked herself at the mirror and saw what was underneath. The weakest part of her, the fear of being alone, of failing, of not being good enough… She had lost herself at some point and the girl who stared back at her in the mirror wasn’t her anymore, she was a total stranger.

Maybe that was the reason she could see past Drake’s own mask and today he just wasn’t putting his act shit together very well to say the least. He was leaking a lot of emotions going through his voice and his face. Anouk frowned at him, one thing was brushing off a fight or something like that and another was brushing off a stab. So far she concealed her panic very well, if she was scared she couldn’t imagine how he was and she didn’t want to add more. “Yes it does matters, you are covered in blood.” She said raising her eyebrow when he finally gave in and explained why he didn’t have her shit. She wasn’t surprised though, Drake was always deep in shit of some kind, she could only imagine all the things he did around the town and she bet none of them was good. But she couldn’t very well have him dying on her so she refused to let the matter go and she couldn’t figure out how he had escaped the cops, she didn’t want to know either. What scared her most was seeing the ever strong Drake tumbling down and showing his emotions to her, because she caught the look on his face before he could conceal it. Furthermore, he was going to drag her along with him, which was something that didn’t often happen. Sure they partied together sometimes, but it was if they happened to bump into each other, never inviting the other.“Let’s have it cleaned it at least, and no, I am not talking about taking you to the hospital.”

Every club should have a first aid kid; she was planning on going ahead of him, asking for it and treat the wound outside at some dark alley. She was sure he was going to give her one hell of a time but she was stubborn and given the looks of him that was going to be an easy win for her. “ We can have our shit later and party all you want.” She very much doubted he was in any mood for partying, and to be honest her mood had vanished too. It was a good thing she had a quick mind when it came to this situations, she never blocked, she rushed into action and then, after everything was under control, she broke down in her room. Pressure was a familiar thing for her. “And you are not going to explain how you got that?” Because a cop wouldn’t stab a criminal, not under any circumstances, it looked more like he pissed someone off enough to get him stabbed, which to be honest didn’t surprise her either. Drake was one hell of a boy to deal with whenever he wanted, and even she wanted to kill him sometimes. She sighed and shook her head at him, he was a lost case, and she feared she was looking at her future when she saw him, because as much lost as she was, she didn’t want to end that way.

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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 729