Feb 11, 2018
@24sins
it wasn’t the type of place she had found herself in before but not one she hadn’t thought she would find herself. reagan had always had a flare for dramatics, an insatiable rebellious streak. it was only matter of time before she ended up in a cess pool like the garage. brown eyes watched as bodies rolled and gyrated, one eyebrow cocked as a girl approached her, asking her if she wanted a private dance. one hand waved the girl off, the other pulling an illegally obtained brandy to her lips. several songs passed before a man was approaching, offering a ‘he will see you now’ as if this was some knock off, god father remake. with a sigh, she rose, following the goon back into where she could only assume the offices were.
