May 25, 2019 16:23:11 GMT
Post by prospect on May 25, 2019 16:23:11 GMT
What the fuck am I doing here? Rory wondered. He was assigned to be the personal body guard for Lulu Milton. The Queen of the hive. Not that he was complaining. He was lucky to get such a gig being a fresh baby face to the fools. It was Johnny Rome himself who told Rory to watch out for Lulu when she did her business. Not that she needed looking after. Fuck, Rory was pretty sure Lulu could be his body guard and it would make more sense. But he didn't ask questions. He just smiled and nodded for the boss man.
Rory was outside a dressing room in the mall. It was probably the fifth store they had stopped in. Lulu liked to try on clothes..... A lot. Mostly it was just hurry up and wait. Rory lit up a cigarette in the middle of the department store. He got a few disgusted looks form soccer moms who weren't any higher than a 7. He didn't care if he offended. The weasel of a manager stared at him for a moment as he thought about saying something, but a cold hard look in that direction made him turn his head. Haha.... Even in a prospect's jacket the name was respected. Rory had a prospect jacket over his broad shoulders. "You need me to take anything back for you?" Rory asked. He didn't bother to hide the boredom in his voice.
Why he was charged with keeping Lulu safe, when she could personally pick up this building and huck it across the sky The fact that he was here made him a little anxious. What did Johnny Rome know that he didn't know. Maybe he was just being an overly cautious boyfriend. When you have prospects to spare why the fuck not. Especially prospects with abilities. He was taken out of his thoughts when skirts, blouses and tops came flying over the dressing room door like the dressing room itself was throwing up. He tried to duck out of the way but a pink blouse still landed on his head. It almost fucked up his perfectly slicked back hair.
The little manager man was still looking at him. Rory responded by flicking his cigarette at him. The man scurried away as if he thought the thing was going to catch him on fire. Rory laughed a little as he shifted his weight to his other foot and sighed. This was taking forever. He wanted a little fucking excitement. He didn't know that he might have more than he could handle. Members of the fools had managed to piss off not only the Detroit Diablos but Gavin Sinclaire's circus of freaks. It was only a matter of time before they had more excitement then they could handle. "You alive in there?" He asked.
Looking over at a full body mirror Rory made a face. His reflection made the same face and then winked at him unprovoked. Asshole. Rory thought. His reflection was always trying to get to the outside world. His living reflection wanted a taste of Rory's world and he didn't know why it was so important they switch places. The Upside Down was the same, only different, but it wasn't bad per say. Rory glared at his reflection. "You're not getting out of there pal." He assured it. His reflection's eyes widened and it's eyebrows arched. It pointed behind Rory and Rory turned in time for a fist to connect with his jaw. A powerful meaty fist that sent him back into the mirror shattering the glass.
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