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"Carlos where the fuck are you? I haven't heard from you in over a week. I have someone interested in that good meth you have." came the sound of a really annoyed tattooed male. The other man on the end blew out a breath he had been holding. "I'm on my way to the old warehouse as we speak. You should learn to keep your temper in check" the other said in a clipped tone. Bromley let out a slow sigh as he narrowed his eyes at the phone in his hand. He was supposed to keep his temper in check?

Why the fuck should he? He had a business to run, and Carlos was slowly making him look like the bad guy. He licked his lips as he put his phone back to his ear. "I'll be there in a couple of hours. I have some things to do, and when I get there, you better be there as well for the hand off. I'm not going to have one of your fucking goons there" he snapped and hung up. He wasn't going to be playing this game anymore. He shouldn't have too.

The male ran his hands over his face slowly, trying to calm down. He had a beautiful blonde in his bed right then, and he wanted her gone. He turned and looked down at her sleeping face. He then reached out, and ripped the blankets off of her naked body. "Get the fuck up. I have shit to do, and I need you gone" he snapped. The blonde sat straight up when the cool air hit her skin. She reached up and rubbed her eyes lightly looking towards him slowly. She as slightly confused.

"Is everything okay? You seem a lot more tense than last night. Do I need to do what I did last night?" she asked lightly as she reached out and touched his back. The male stood and shook his head, as he headed to the bathroom. "No. I need you to leave" was all he said, as he shut the door behind him. He then locked it to keep her at bay. He wanted to be left alone, and he sure as hell didn't need her there to distract him either. Which he knew she would have done.

He didn't even know her name, and he didn't care to know her name either. He stripped out of his boxers and stepped into the shower. He heard the front door slam closed, and knew the blonde had finally left. He was finally alone, and that's all he really cared about. He turned on the water and let the cold water hit his back. He then tilted his head back, and washed the smell of the woman off of his skin. Normally he wouldn't tell the women he slept with to leave right away.

This was slightly different though. He took his time in the shower, and when he was done he shut the water off and climbed out. He wrapped himself in a towel and made his way back into the bedroom. He could still smell the woman in the room. He wanted that smell gone, and opened up the bedroom window. He heard his phone buzz, and he walked over and picked it up. You are a fucking bastard. Kicking someone out like you did. Don't ever call me again. Was what the text message said.

He deleted it right away, not even caring. She didn't want him contacting her, so he wouldn't. He had other things to worry about. That's when another text came through, this time from Carlos. I'll be at the warehouse like you said. I'll be there when you are arriving as well. I promise you I have the good shit, and you won't be disappointed at all with it. Bromley was happy about that one. He had a couple of hours before he had to meet Carlos, so he took his time getting ready.

He didn't live too far from the warehouse they were talking about, so he figured he would walk there. Plus it would kill more time as well. When he was done drying off, he slipped into a pair of clean boxer shorts, and black jeans. He then found a white t-shirt and slid that on over his head. He made sure his wallet was in his pocket, along with his keys, and phone. He then slipped his socks and shoes on, and was finally ready to go. He had about an hour and a half to get there.

He locked up the house when he left, and shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked down the front steps. He was slightly hungry, and wanted to grab a bite to eat, so he made his way into town slowly. As he was walking he got wrapped up in his thoughts about the night before. Something about the blonde was rubbing him the wrong way. She had been amazing in bed, but that was about it. He shook his head lightly as he rounded the corner out of his neighborhood and nearly knocked a smaller woman over in the process.

He let out a small string of cuss words under his breath as he reached out and caught her by the arms. "I'm so sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going" he breathed out. He then took a better look at the woman he was holding onto, and his breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful, and not much younger than he was. It took him a moment to realize he was still holding onto her, and he quickly let her go, shoving his hands into his pockets, keeping silent.

Serena Acosta was at work pulling another double. She is notorious for picking up shifts. It makes her the go-to person to swap shifts as well. It’s a blessing and a curse.

One would think with how much she works that she would be well-off. Wrong. She is stuck paying off her and her mother’s debates. Mostly her very irresponsible mother. A mother who is sick but won’t change her ways to get remotely better. It doesn’t help that she’s addicted to alcohol. With an occasional use of drugs to her good for nothing friend Bethany who would randomly show up after being released from rehab…

Rene, what her closest friends would call her, spent majority of her life trying to be perfect to earn an ounce of love and approval from her mother. Her grades were never under a B’. She would kill herself to study and work part time under the books to pay for rent. Occasionally neighbors would bring food for her and her mother. Other times they would just invite the girl. It was rough growing up but she was thankful for the random and short-term support system.

She would try to stay in touch after moving but life would get in the way. Rather her mother and her empty threats and promises. It didn’t matter. She was used to being alone. Abandoned isn’t the exact word but that’s how it always felt like in her head.

Once upon a time her mother was a Beaty pageant Queen. That’s how she met her father. Love at first sight bullshit. They dated for three years before she got pregnant. Her mother loved reminding Serena that she’s the greatest mistake of her life because she lost the love of her life. Everything Serena is, is thanks to her. Therefore everything she owns is hers. No if’s or but’s. Her father was a pilot or something. Some random lady who claimed to be an aunt would random find Serena to see if they were still alive. An aunt but never said her name or who she was related to. She did learn that her parents relationship wasn’t as prefect as her mother claims it to be.

Rene had to shake out of it. She was swimming within her head. I’m two days time her mother will be discharged from the hospital closer to home and will be going to rehab. Finally, there’s time to breathe and relax. All will be short lived of course. Her mother won’t stay in rehab for long or she would be abusive and every way that they will call Serena to pick up her mother.

Sighing, she stops tapping her pen against the counter. Serena was taking a breather at the nurses station. “Why don’t you stay at my place tonight? We dress up and go out. Plus you don’t have to take the two hour commute home. You can rest until I get home.” Blair tells Serena.

That did sound amazing. Blair’s family is wealthy and she is living at the nicer parts of Leeds. Sleep is definitely calling to her like the way the sea called for Moana. Serena lives over on Harehills is an inner-city area of east Leeds, West Yorkshire, England. It is approximately 1 mile north east of Leeds city centre. It’s the bad part. Full of struggling people making ends meet and what not.

“Sure. Need me to talk Buster?”

“Yes, please.”

It’s been a while since she done anything for herself. Getting the opportunity to doll up is going to be fun. Thankful Blair and her are about the same size so as long a it fits her well she wouldn’t be picky. She’ll be picky with the length only though. Can’t wear something too short.

Because things slowed down, they allowed her to leave early. Serena couldn’t be happier. She is off for the next thirty-six hours! She took the buss five stops to Blair’s lovely spacious home. With a quick shower and a change into a pair of skinny jeans and a cropped long-sleeve V-neck shirt, Serena got Buster who’s an Australian Shepherd out for a walk. Their walk was good. It was a fifteen-minute walk. One they both seemed to enjoy. That was until they were on their way back Buster spotted something and just bolted. His leash fell out of her hand.

“Buster!” she shouts running after the damn dog. Serena can run. She used to run tracks until her mother got sick. It was her way to escape home and practice for the day she needed to run away for any reason. It was the dodging people and cars that got to her. Her eight-minute chase and obstacles were tiring her out. At this point she didn't even know where she was or where the dog went. Blair is going to kill her!

Now jogging, Serena shouted for Buster. As she was turning the corner she was looking behind her to ensure the big goof wasn't following behind her. Her lungs began to fill with air to shout for the dog once more when she collided with someone. They grabbed each other to either balance the other or each other. For her, it was to balance herself and not face-plant the cement. Her grey eyes met his. Her brain began to process things at hyper-speed. It felt like time stood still and she was wrapped in bliss. It feels like she got slapped in the face by emotions that make no sense.

“I'm sorry. I wasn't paying…” she cuts herself off. They were both apologizing at the same time. Serena adjusted her stance. Her hand was still on him. Even after he removed his hand off of her. This feeling is overwhelming. “Y-you would happen to see a dog run by?” as if Buster knew she was talking to someone whom she could possibly show affection to that wasn't him, he began to bark. It sounded like it echoed. Buster was at the warehouse. His leash got caught chasing a cat. “I am terribly sorry…” she just noticed her hand was still on him and she removed it, “for bumping into you… I need to go find a dog…” she began to walk backward for a minute before turning to run to what looked like an empty or possibly abandoned warehouse. The closer she got the louder the bark echoed. Where would she even begin to look?

Serena began to call for Buster. Hoping she's following his barks in the right direction. Poor thing is going to need a bath and a treat. She may need a full body massage but knows damn well she's never getting one so a hot shower to relax her screaming muscles would do just fine!

Bromley was taken back by the woman's eyes, and the feeling of her hand on his arm. Something about her was drawing him in. He felt like he died and had gone to heaven. That's when he realized they were both apologizing, and she asked if he'd seen a dog run by. He was about to answer her when there was a bark. “Sounds like he's that way. And don't worry about it beautiful. I was the one who ran into you after all" he said with a small chuckle. Soon she was dashing off to find the dog. He wished her luck in his mind.

He shook his head lightly as he put his headphones back into his ears and kept walking to the small cafe. He knew he would need to call Carlos and let him know he was going to be late. That's when he realized where the woman had run off towards. The warehouse. Where all of the good shit was stored. Carlos was going to kill him. He turned and ran after the woman. He could hear the dog barking and he then spotted the woman not too far ahead of him. He pulled his headphones out as he caught up to her.

“Let me go and get him. It's dangerous here, and I don't want you getting hurt” he said lightly. He made sure she stayed put and went inside to find the blasted animal. Sure enough the dog was there, his leash caught on a fallen chair. He walked over and the dog stopped trying to get the damn cat, and looked to him instead. Bromley let out a small huff as the dog growled at him. “Fuck you too buddy. You're where you aren't supposed to be. And your owner is looking for your sorry ass" he growled.

The dog wasn't going to have it. He let out another low growl, but Bromley didn't care. He grabbed the leash and started to tug on it. Soon the dog was coming with him. As soon as the dog saw the woman the dogs tail was going, and he let out a woof as he nearly ripped Bromley's arm off to get to her. He jogged a bit just to make sure the leash wasn't taunt and he wasn't choking the dog. When the dog sat down in front of her, he handed the leash over to her.

“He ended up getting stuck on a chair, and I guess he was trying to get a cat. At least from what I could see. As soon as he saw me though, he started growling. I don't think he likes men, or he just doesn't like me” he said with a small laugh. As if to prove his point Buster let out a growl as he stayed in front of Serena. Bromley rolled his eyes lightly as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I'll walk you back to the street. I don't trust this place.” he lied.

He was doing everything he could to get her out of here before Carlos arrived. He didn't want Carlos to think he had a new side piece. Which he very well could have one. He made sure to keep some distance between himself and the dog. He was curious to know the woman's name, but decided against it. Once they were safely away from the warehouse he nodded towards her. “Well I hope you have a wonderful day, and again I'm sorry for nearly running you over a little while ago.” he said as he kept his hands shoved in his pockets.

He then ducked his head and headed towards the cafe he was going to in the first place. Catching the damn dog for her made him even more hungry. Carlos could wait. Right now he needed food, and he needed to try to get the beautiful woman out of his mind.

Serena was over this place. It looks

Abandoned yet it seemed sem-clean inside. There is an odor that she can't pinpoint what it is. Drugs? Bleach? Ammonia? Wet dog? Mold? This place is creeping her out.

“Buster?” her arms wrap around herself as her pace slows.

The woman jumps. The guy from earlier appeared out of thin air. Fuck this place. As much as she wanted or attempted to protest he wanted to help her. After hearing a weird sound she nodded. Renee looked around the room. There were a few marks from car wheels and possible dragging boxes. She looks towards the direction he wandered off to, to get Buster before moving to see what was shining. A bullet case. A shiver ran down her back. Her head snaps up hearing Buster. A smile appeared on her face. She could cry from happiness!

Renee walked back to her previous spot. Glady took the leash before bending down to show the dog some affection. What he said made her laugh. “He dislikes men. Don't take it personally. I like you. You did save the dog.” Did she really just say that? She nods when he said he'll walk her out. This place does give her the creeps and she too doesn't trust it. There could be a ‘family’ of homeless people living there. They can be ruthless.

As they walked, Serena kept the leash short and wrapped around her arm. After what he just pulled there's no way she can trust the dog to be civilized. So much for his training to ignore squirrels and strays. The guy looked out of it. Did he see a ghost? Better him than her. “No worries. It was both our fault. Thank you for getting Buster… enjoy the rest of your day.” Serena tucked a chunk of her hair behind her ear. As he walked to the cafe she carefully crossed the street. Buster ignored everything that he would normally chase. He didn't even fight her when she put him in the him to wash him. He was pooped and so was she.

They both crashed on the couch. Her nap wasn't long enough. It was around seven in the evening when Blair got home. It was

Time to get pampered; hair, nails, and makeup. Blair lend Serena an outfit and heels. Now what fit Serena felt like it was too much but compared to what

Blair has on, and Serena is properly dressed. Her best friend took her to a club where she's a regular. They got in for free because she knows the bouncer. They started the night off with a shot which she is going to regret because Serena didn't eat.

Serena could have sworn she had seen the guy from earlier. There was no point in saying hi when he had girls around him. Girls that were showing more skin. She was at the bar waiting to ask for some beer. It only took ten minutes to get the beers. Before she knows it she bumps into someone. Some of her beer spilled on the person. “I am so…” Rene looks up, “It’s you again… I'm sorry we keep meeting like this.” Blair danced her way to them taking her beer. She eyes Bromley and nods at Serena in approval after taking Serena’s beer as well. Serena covered her face with both her hands. “Can I get you a drink?” she asks. Hopefully, this time around she doesn't have to wait ten minutes for the drinks.

Serena - burgundy dress

Blair - blue dress 

Bromley walked into the cafe and right when he did his phone went off. He pulled it out and read the message from Carlos. I'm on my way right now. Make sure you are there and on time. I have other shit I need to take care today. that was all the message said. Bromley shook his head lightly as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. When it was his turn her ordered a ham and Swiss sandwich, along with their largest Coke to drink. He paid for the meal and went and sat down to wait for his order.

He was kicking himself for not getting the woman's name. She was still popping up in his mind. He couldn't get her eyes out of his head, the way her voice sounded. It was like he was walking on air just thinking about her. He sighed lightly and when his order was called out, he stood from the table and grabbed the cup and bag. He nodded his thanks and made his way back to the warehouse. He was kind of surprised that the damn dog had stumbled into the warehouse. He walked inside and headed to one of the offices.

He sat down behind the desk and opened the bag. The small of the sandwich made his stomach growl. He didn't realize how hungry he really was until just now. He tore into the sandwich and chewed. As the minutes ticked by, he knew that Carlos was going to be late. Bromley rolled his eyes as he took another bite. That's when he heard the sound of foot falls coming towards the office. He paused a moment and pulled out the gun in the drawer and placed it in his lap, just in case. That's when Carlos rounded the corner and smirked.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You are really eating at a time like this?” he asked. Bromley shrugged a bit as he placed the gun next to his food. “Considering I've been waiting for your ass. You told me not to be late because you have other shit to take care of, but then you make me wait on you. How kind of you. Do you have what I need?” he snapped. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Carlos and his head games right now. Carlos nodded lightly as he placed the briefcase on top of the desk.

The smell of the drugs was enough to get Bromley's gears going. He couldn't wait to try this shit. Carlos always hooked him up. Carlos turned the case around till it was facing Bromley and opened it. Inside there was a bunch of bags, and little cases with everything he needed. Bromley smirked lightly as he pulled out the cash. “It's all there, I promise you that. Now get the fuck out of here” he said. Carlos didn't need to be told twice. He took the wad of cash, bowed and made his way out leaving Bromley with his goodies.

Bromley was well known in the drug world. He was always getting the high-end shit, and people wondered why he carried so much cash on him. He wasn't about to have a trail of Credit Cards, or Debit Cards. He wanted to make sure everything was done, and it couldn't be traced back to him. The male then closed the case and finished his food before standing and walking into yet another office and placed the case in the closet. No one knew about this place, and the he was worried the woman would have found out about it.

That's why he was so worried about getting her damn dog earlier. He knew the place smelled like weed, and he was just hoping against hope that she didn't know what it was. He walked back into the main office and grabbed his Coke and made his way out of the warehouse. He made sure to lock up along the way, and slipped the keys into his pocket. He would be making some phone calls later. Right now he wanted to get home, take a shower, and head to the bar for a night on the town.

A Couple Hours Later.

Bromley was done with his shower, and he was dressed in a pair of black jeans, and a white t-shirt. He was going to go out and have a nice night. He was thinking about stopping by the warehouse to pick up some drugs just in case, but then decided against it. If he found a woman to bring home, he'd stop by later. Until then he wasn't going to worry about it. He stood and found his Chuck Taylors and slipped them onto his feet. He then sprayed himself with his favorite cologne and was finally ready to go.

He found his house keys and slipped his wallet into his pocket along with his phone. He then made his way out of the house and to his sleek black Mercades Benz. He slipped in behind the wheel, started it up and headed into town. He was going to go and check out Dantes Inferno tonight. He's heard that the women there are pretty easy to pick up. He was looking for a good lay anyway. He was kind of hoping he'd run into the beautiful stranger again as well. He shoved those thoughts aside as he pulled into the parking lot and shut the car off.

He made his way inside. He didn't need to flash his ID because he owned the place after all. Everyone knew him anyway. He walked up to the bar and nodded towards the woman behind it. “Evening Scarlett. Can I get a Jack Daniels and Coke please?” he asked her. The woman nodded lightly and blew him a kiss. “Anything for you suga” she said as she went about making his drink. The male turned around and started watching the people around him. The way women seemed to flock to him made him roll his eyes.

He turned around to grab his drink when Scarlett tapped his shoulder, but then his shirt was all of a sudden went. He let out a low growl and turned around to cuss the asshole out, when he realized it was the woman from this morning. He smirked lightly and shook his head. “No worries beatutiful. We really do need to stop meeting like this. As for the drinks, they are on me. What would you like?” he asked her. He could feel all eyes on them, but he didn't care. She was here, and that's all that mattered.

Her cheeks are hurting. She couldn’t stop smiling. God, she probably looks stupid because she can’t stop smiling. How can she stop when he kept popping in her head. Plus, plus he helped save Buster!

He looks different in this set for. As if he belongs here. They way he got the girls gushing over him. Just the thought of him being able to pick any girl he wants made her smile slowly fade. He’s talking to her right now but it won’t last. He could get tired of her or bored.

A bartender spoke to him. Offering to give him a shirt that belongs to one of the guys. Serena arched an eyebrow. He is definitely a regular. Unless they were a thing. She bit down a corner of her lip trying not to life when she called him ‘suga’.

“Are you sure? I feel like both accidental encounters was because of me… I don’t mind paying. I swear. It is 2023.” She replies. Her plan was to start off easy. To enjoy the night before Blair gets her so fucked up that Serena may or will black out.

Her lips parted to speak but Blair appeared smacking Serena’s ass. “She’ll have Henny.” Blair answers for her. Handing over the empty beer bottles.  “Loosen up. We’re here to have fun!” She says being tugged by a guy she was dancing with earlier.

Serena leans against the bar counter. “I promised me friend I’ll have fun so Henny it is.” Part of her is jealous that he was able to order without having to wait as long as she did. One would think that pretty girls would have better service. Not that she thinks that highly of herself… thanks to her mothers constant bashing. “How was the Cafe? I’ve heard their sandwiches in their croissants are to die for.” Blair is always raving about it. Whenever she gets Serena one it never make the car ride. Perhaps they can stop by the cafe in the morning. A hanger over pick me upper if you may. “I’m sorry I don’t know how to socialize in this kind of setting… I’m either at work or at home.” Serena tells him honestly. Her eyes went down to her drink feeling stupid and embarrassed. Instant regret to going out is hitting her. When was the last time she went on a date? Actually spoke to a guy that she thinks is cute?

If she wasn’t still in work mode she would have chugged the whiskey back. Would he leave her if she was to apologize one last time? This accidental encounter wasn’t as bad as the first one considering her didn’t curse her out again. “I don’t mean to be forward but are you single? I’m only asking because some blonde is giving us the evil eye and that glass in her hand could shader if she keeps gripping it that way. I don’t mess with marri…” she stops to look at his left hand for a ring. Nothing. Not even a tan of one being there. Hmm, then why is she being grilled? He must be popular with the ladies. He is good looking. It explains it but she also didn’t do anything to deserve it. “Sorry… I’m a lover. Not a fighter so if she comes barking I will run… so you’re a heartbreaker huh? I’m curious. Do you have a catch phrase that attracts the ladies or do you have a particular smolder?” Serena did her best smoldering before chuckling. She finishes her drink. A song she knows to well began to play. “Before a model whisks your away, would you like to dance with me?”

• If yes, she takes his hand and led him to the dance floor. This generation is all about the grinding and twerking. Luckily for her she has a good snapper butt and can twerk. She can even Tlya’s water bottle dance challenge that went viral. As the song was coming to an end she turned to face her. Being daring by wanting a kiss. Their lips barely touched for a second when Blair grabs her arm and pulls her wanting her to accompany her to the bathroom…
• If no, she said it was okay. She will need another drink and this time he can pick. As he ordered Blair dances her way to them. “Dance with me bestie!” She shouts pulling Serena. Not giving her a chance to answer. It should be fine, right? She can show off her dance moves. This particular song need some to move their body in  an almost seductive way. When the song was over it was Serena who needed to use the bathroom…

The line to the bathroom wasn’t long which was surprising. Blair was talking to Serena the entire time. As they were washing their hands someone ran inside shouting for someone and telling everyone to leave. How Mac is having a heater discussion with someone and Mac is waving his gun around like a maniac. Blair told the girl she had too many drinks when they heard a gun go off follows by screaming. Blair was quick to grab a Serena. Serena didn’t want to leave him behind. She could have swore she saw him and they made eye contact for a split second. However, with Blair pulling her and people pushing she lost him.

They ran for a few blocks before catching a bus to Blair’s home. This is how she expected her night to end. She didn’t even get his name or number!

The song: https://open.spotify.com/track/10owBk2Q5MV1yEuybddRFS?si=p7FmjzTbRR6bo7G0c-BJ3w

Bromley was about to cuss the person out, but when he spotted the woman he brushed it off. It was an accident after all. He shrugged a bit and grabbed some napkins and wiped his shirt dry. Scarlett was already there offering the male another drink. “No I'm okay Scar, thank you” he said. He then turned back to the woman before him. He couldn't help but look her up and down, his mind wandering to what she would look like fully naked, and in his bed. He couldn't let those thoughts rush through his mind too long before he heard her question.

He didn't know why she was going to ask if he was married. He watched as her eyes flicked to his ring finger and he smirked lightly. He then looked towards the blonde she was asking him about. She was acting like he knew the woman, and he didn't. He turned back to her and shrugged a bit. “Not sure to be honest. Never seen her in my life. No I'm not married. I saw the way you looked for a ring. I am currently single, and not looking for anything at the moment. Maybe a one night stand”

“But to be honest I'm dealing with a break up already. It was a bad break up. My ex fucked with me too much to make me not trust women for awhile” he admitted. He hated admitting that, but what other choice did he have? He was the kind of person to be honest with someone, to a point. The life style he was living right now wasn't the best so he wouldn't be telling anyone that at all. When the music changed he watched as her eyes lit up. How could he tell her no? She was like a little girl on Christmas.

The male let her lead him to the dance floor. The way she was dancing was kind of turning him off in a way. He hated it when people twerked. It made them look easy. That's something he didn't want. Before the song was even over he stopped her. “I'm sorry, but with the way you are acting right now. I don't think I can handle it. I know that might sound like a jack ass move and it might be. But I had hoped you'd think better of yourself” he said. Right when he was backing up her friend came up and whisked her away.

He watched as the two women headed to the bathroom. Bromley turned and headed back to the bar. He ordered one more drink, before he finally made his way out. Tonight was a total bust. He was glad he had run into the woman, but she ended up acting like everyone else. He didn't like that. Not in the least. He walked out the doors and when he did he heard the screams. What the fuck was going on? Before he could do anything the doors flew open, and people came running out.

He heard the gun shots and knew he had to get out of there. He didn't know if it was a drug deal gone wrong, but he didn't want to be caught in the cross hairs of it. He ducked his head, not even caring if he spotted the woman again or not. Yes he was still kicking himself for not getting her name, but he knew he'd run into her again. Right now though, he needed to get away from the bar, and to forget about how shitty his night turned out.

He left just like that. Not a wave or a smile. He just took off. This is why Serena doesn’t like going out. Why was he so captivating nevertheless? She should be hurt and confused. Yet she is willing to see him again. To talk to him. Even if it’s to simply get his name and get rejected again.

Serena snaps out of it hearing Blair state she loved everything about tonight. How exciting it was to dance with that one guy and almost fuck on the dance floor. Then running for their lives because god knows why. It was thrilling. A change of pace.

Serena on the other hand felt off. She felt like she did something wrong. Was it her dancing? Did she twerk wrong? It has been a while. The way she was acting… she was nervous! All Serena does is take care of her mother and work. That made her rusty in several departments. From the horror stories about the dating scene and one night stands, she should have known better.

Ugh, there’s no reason for her to care. Serena isn’t looking for anything. He only wants to get his dick wet… someone hurt him and he wasn’t won’t take a chance on another female. It makes sense.

Blair was too into herself to notice Serena decided to leave. It was hard to be in a good mood. His words haunted her all the way to the bus stop. It been a long night.

She witnessed a drug deal while waiting for the second bus to head home. A normal thing around this time. To avoid them noticing her Serena went to the deli get some water and a pack of gum.

What do with tonight? One second she’s talking to the clerk. He stop hearing a car zooming by, guns went off a second time causing everyone to drop, and a car taking off again.

The screaming is what got Serena. The nurse and the good person within her went running to find some girl attempting to stop the guy from bleeding. His pulse was good. He got shot on his left side. The bullet went though. He kept saying no hospital. To take him home… how someone name Carlos is going to lose his shit when he finds out that he lost the bag. Things simply got messier. Some how she was in a car attending to the guys wound. This is crazy!

The girl was frantic but functioning. Issac, the name of the shot victim, was a good guy. They talked through his pain. She told him about her night. It made him laugh. Eventually he passed out from the pain.  Betty and Serena carrier Issac inside. Within time Serena was showering to remove his blood and putting on Betty’s lounge outfit. By the time she left there were a group of guys and some girls. Serena was escorted out by Betty who kept trying to hand her a stack of cash. As much as it would help her she denied it about a dozen times before ordering an Uber to Blair’s. She is exhausted. An Uber home would have been over $90. The bus ride home would have been a it two hours long. The Uber to Blair’s was $15.46. That was a no brainer.

Despite having a guy over she opened the door for her. Blair didn’t ask her anything. Serena went to the guest room to pass out.

Blair woke Serena up around noon. Her friend couldn’t wait any longer for them to eat. Her guy friend left after breakfast. There’s a trivia lunch challenge at a cafe that a few of their co-workers are going to.  Truthfully she wasn't on the mood to go. Blair wasn't having it. She's assuming she's upset about last night and how the guy left her high and dry. That's a small part of it but she wants to go home and do nothing. Lounge in an oversized shirt and eat ice cream as she screams answers to Steve Harvey as if she's playing Family Feud.

They came to an agreement that Serena would stay for an hour. Then she can go home.

What countries made up the original Axis powers in World War II?

Answer: Germany, Italy, and Japan

How many languages are written from right to left?

Answer: 12

Which is the only edible food that never goes bad?

Answer: Honey

What TV series showed the first interracial kiss on American network television?

Answer: Star Trek

Now this was her scene. Game Night. Serena didn't care if Blair dressed up as if she was looking for a husband. Serena was okay in her jeans, converse, and a cropped long-sleeved shirt. Casual. Why dress up to go to a cage for a trivia challenge during lunch hours?

The hour was sup. Her team one thanks to her. She grabbed something to eat before saying her goodbyes. Blair drove her to the bus stop. Thanks to that car ride she was able to kill half the time it would have taken her to get home.

Something told her to go see her mother. She followed that gut feeling. To her surprise Betty was following her. The new car she was driving pulled up right behind the bus. Betty wanted to thank her. Asked why she's refusing the money. Serena told her it wasn't right to take the money. Plus of she did it would mean they would have leverage over her and call her every time someone got hurt. She can't do that. She acknowledge that what she did yesterday was stupid but she helped save a life and that's why she became a nurse. Serena wished them well before heading inside the hospital her mother is at.

Better returned to Issac who was with a few of the guys. He told them about the random girl who helped him and how some guy turned her down at Dantes Inferno. Betty justified Serena with the music playing. It was one of her favorites as well. Finn enough neither Issac nor Bettt asked for her name. 

The night ended the way it normally did. Bromley ended up walking around town to try and clear his head. He couldn't help but wonder about the female he had kept running into. There was something there and it kept drawing him in. He didn't know what it was, or why she was still on his mind. She was a stranger, someone he wouldn't ever see again. At least that's how he thought of it. Yet her face kept swimming in front of his eyes. He shouldn't have left like he did. He shouldn't have left her alone with the shootings going on.

He all of a sudden felt really guilty and he didn't like that feeling at all. He wanted to forget about it. Knowing him, he couldn't. What was wrong with him? She was pretty on the eyes, and he wouldn't have minded getting to know her more. He was really turned off with the way she had been dancing though. It was like she was trying too hard to impress him. He wasn't like that. Yes he was covered in tattoo's, going to bars, and one of the biggest drug dealers in town, but just something about the way she tried too hard rubbed him the wrong way.

When he finally made it back home he had a text message from Betty. Issac ended up getting shot. Not sure if it was one of Carlos' men or not. I know Issac had said something about Carlos being bent outta shape cause he lost the bag of drugs. There was a really pretty woman that came to the rescue though. Not sure if it's the same bitch you've been running into or not. But call me later and we can talk more. I need to make sure Issac's okay.

That was the end of the text message. Would Carlos really stoop that low and have someone out and about shooting people? No Carlos was better than that. He wouldn't have someone doing his dirty work. He knew Carlos pretty well. But he still scrolled to Carlos' number and hit dial. By the second ring Carlos was on the line. “What the fuck do you want Brom? I thought you and I had covered everything earlier?” he snapped. Bromley could hear women's voices in the background and knew he had called at a bad time. He didn't care though. He had something to ask.

“We did, but I just have a quick question for you. Did you have one of your men out and about tonight? One of the other dealers in town got shot and he mentioned your name.”

“Are you really that stupid? You'd think I would have someone doing my dirty work? You've got to be shitting me. Who was shot, and who had my shit? I just had plans on meeting with you and that was it”

“That's what I thought. I'll call my source and let her know that it wasn't you, or one of your guys. Thanks”

With that the phone call had ended. Bromley wasn't in the mood to call Betty so he sent her a text message back. Just got off the phone with Carlos. It wasn't him. So I'm not sure why Issac would have thought it was him. But you know damn well Carlos wouldn't hire someone to do his dirty work. Make sure to get the correct info from Issac. I'll talk to you later. he then hit send and sighed. He moved over to the couch and sat down. He put his arm over his eyes wishing he could forget this whole night.

The Next Morning.

Bromley didn't remember falling asleep on the couch but when his body woke him up, his neck was hurting and he didn't like that feeling at all. He let out a low groan as he pushed himself up from the couch. He made his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. When he was done he went into the bedroom and found his work uniform. He was pulling a double at the bar today. He was working the afternoon shift, and then working till really late into the night. The afternoon shift was family friendly, so he was curious on who would be in.

When he was ready for the day he made sure he had everything he needed. He slipped his shoes onto his feet and walked out of the house. He unlocked the car and slipped in behind the wheel. He started it up and headed into town. The building he pulled up in front of was pretty run down but still standing. Infamous was lit up already and he could hear the music inside playing already. He didn't understand why families would want to bring their children to a place as loud as Infamous, but the kids seemed to enjoy it.

He parked in his normal spot, shut the car off, climbed out and headed inside. He locked the car behind him and went to clock in. Once he was on the clock he went behind the bar and started wiping down glasses. A couple of the regulars were already here and he couldn't help but smile at them. One of the children ran up to the bar and climbed up onto the stool. “Hi Bromley! Do you have the good ice cream yet?” the child asked. Bromley couldn't help but smirk lightly as he leaned onto the counter.

He beckoned the child towards him slowly. “You mean the Rocky Road?” he asked. The child's eyes lit up and he nodded. “Yes that one!” he said with a grin. Bromley stood and looked towards the boys parents, and they nodded. He took that as a yes. He pulled out a bowl and then the ice cream. He filled the bowl with the child's favorite desert and then handed him the bowl. “Make sure to let your parents know how good it is” he said grinning. The child nodded as he took a spoonful and then slipped down and ran to his table.

Seeing the look on the kids face was enough to make his day slightly better. He went about wiping down the counters, and taking orders throughout the first half of his shift. He couldn't help but think about that beautiful stranger. Would he see her again? Would he not? He couldn't help but wonder if she was okay, and if she was caught up with the so shooting or not. He shook his head as he tired to focus on the job at hand.