The Crash Palace Introduces Nye Preece
I had met this pretty little thing. She spoke with a softened kid-like demeanor, bounced in her seat as she swirled a spiral straw in some fruity drink with a grin. I knew this bar didn't carry those prissy straws cause I've heard many girls’ complain about it. Her side eyed lingering looks weren't sly, nor were they unnoticed by more than myself. Usually, it was the tattoos. Or the resting facial features.
“You look like you're trouble…” she started the conversation as I'd settled in the stool beside her. She looked rather young to be in a bar, but the bartender, and bouncer were easy to pay off. I'd known that since I'd paid them off multiple times when Niko had taken it upon himself to destroy our life time after time.
“I am trouble, and you look too young to be in here.” I swirled a finger in the air, generalizing at the bar. I frequented this place. I knew the bartender by name,
Chad, we’d gone to grade school together. Before Maw pulled me and Niko out to homeschool. I had only lasted a year before she was forced to send me to some private school her father had forced her to send me to. Niko thrived under her heavy hand, I did not.
I ordered a whiskey on the rocks. She put up her fingers to make it a double and two glasses. Did I miss judge this girl? “I'm of age, I assure you…” she giggled, tucking a strand of blue hair behind her ear. Sliding a few bills across the bar top as the drinks are settled in front of us. Hers was swirled with the spiral straw she plopped from one drink to the next. “Veronica…” she whispers with her hand out to me.
“Nye,” I offered, in return for a softened tone to match hers. I take her hand and kiss her knuckles watching the heated blush fill her cheeks. Interesting.
“Charmer, I'm sure…” she took a small sip of her drink and made a face. I gulped mine back with a chuckle that garnered a small huff from her. I bet she was stomping her foot too. She seemed the type.
“I can charm the panties off most…” I chuckled at the redness spider down her chest. I had come here to blow off some steam after the week I'd had. We introduced Niko to the new coroner, Lilith finally met Wren face to face and it felt… surreal how well life was settling into the mundane. Therein lay the problem. Idle hands and minds with the Preece men meant trouble. So, yes, maybe I had trouble with the normal.
My anger boiling, the urge to knock Niko out was like a bull in a glass house. Inevitable. He'd let me. “Maw said you'd return the pain she gave you to me…” the cryptic bullshit he spouted off just angered me more. Something has a hold on me and the walls are closing in. I attempted to loosen the tie from around my neck as she watched.
“Daddy always has problems too…” she swats my hands with a slight nervousness undoing the knot with a softened smile. A pat to my chest from her small delicate hand. “There, all better.”
She adjusts herself back into her stool, taking her straw from the whiskey pushing it to me as she puts it back in her pink drink. She smiles. “All better!” I tipped the glass back with a wink that had her giggling again.
“What are you?” I asked. Intrigued by her demeanor.
“Ahhhhh,” she elongated the sound as she thought about the question. She smiled. “Now that is a story for a different time. Maybe we will see one another again?”
“Well Veronica, I sure hope you keep to that promise.”
“Mister Preece, I have to be honest… I know who you are.” She admitted softly. Sliding a red envelope in my direction. I was taken back slightly at her knowing my last name. How? “I hope you take the invite. It changed my life.”
Veronica slid a few more bills to the bartender as she leaned over the top. Her small skirt lifts up showing everything. She tried to use her left leg, bent up with her heel up to cover herself. It did slightly. She was spolitching from head to toe at this point.
That… was hot.
“Drinks are on me… you should heal. Anyway you find it possible.” She pressed her lips against my cheek as she nipped at my jaw. My hand went to her ass, with a slight squeeze that earned a slight slap to my chest. She wiggled her way out, flustered and bright red. “Give Thrax a kiss for me!”