Stay Awhile (Vick)

[Ellen Banks]

It was fair to say that Ellen was something of a workaholic to be sure, but even she needed to decompress from time to time, Otherwise her head would somehow explode due to the immense pressure she put on herself, naturally, of course, she wasn’t the type of person who would hang out in dive bars or the like, oh no no no. She just happened to be in the most exclusive bar in the arena and naturally, she had her own private booth which she made great avail of as she enjoyed her quiet drink


... It was the little things that kind Ellen sane, she mused to herself

[Vicky Zhang]

The bar scene usually wasn't Vicky's style. Although she drank like a sailor back in good 'ole high school, once she moved onto other substances, the hangovers didn't seem worth the trouble. And even when Vicky did go out drinking, usually with friends, they tended to frequent the "run-down but homey" kinds of establishments. But here Vicky was, in one of the poshest and plushest places around. And well, for obvious reasons.

Usually, she didn't deliver, and she rarely sold to anyone outside of Glenhaven (there were unofficial rules in the drug world, Vicky soon learned, and one was to not infiltrate others' territory. Even within Glenhaven there was certain neighborhoods she wouldn't touch.) But where demand existed, she supplied, and one of the co-owners of the bar needed a new dealer. It went smoothly, and she even got a free drink out of it (pink and fruity with bits of peaches at the bottom, which she drank unashamedly.) Vicky planned on ending her night there.

On the way out, however, she was surprised to pass by a familiar face. Not a friendly face, unfortunately-- but that's probably the reason why Vicky remember it so well. And, remembering the girl's personality, Vicky realized that it actually wasn't surprising to find her in a place like this.

"Hey there again, princess," Vicky said in a dry, sarcastic tone. With that, she sat down at the blonde's booth without being invited to, leaning back comfortably and resting her arm along the top of the seat. "Ohh, I get it now. So this is your vice," she said, gesturing to Ellen's glass. "I could have given you something twice as good for half the price of that. Still not interested?" Vicky didn't expect her to say yes this time, but she thought that she might get satisfaction out of the disgusted look that would come her way.

[Ellen Banks]

Say what you will about Miss Ellen Banks, the world of mime lost a great talent when Ellen chosen to follow in her father’s footsteps and became a talent production. You just need to look at Ellen for a split second to know exactly what she was feeling all without uttering a single word, her face was just so expressive at times, either she just had a very emotive face or she found it very hard to keep her feelings to herself,



At one moment she would appear perfectly normal and calm…..but then she would look up once she felt the presence of someone approach her and sure enough in the same space of time it’ll take for you to blow out a candle her eyes started to narrow her lips slowly began to curl and her face wrinkled and twisted into it looked like she just drunk a gallon of sour milk



….Well there goes her good mood.



Yes, Ellen was unfortunate enough to know this perfect not that she would ever try to, but unfortunately Ellen happened to be walking down quite an unsavory part of town, a part of town where she was approached by this...pink haired rat with quite an unsavoury offer...an offer she’d never take in a million yea, and quite frankly Ellen was offended she’d ever dare insinuate that she looked like that kind of girl.



...And she’d let her know that.



She rather hoped the situation would be resolved but evidently not



But no matter no matter Ellen thought as she winced at being called “Princess” This could easily be resolved



“Go away” Ellen said checking her nails not even granting the drug dealer eye contact “Before I tell the owner you just offered me drugs...and he’s rather less polite than me”



...How did she even get in here anyway?”

[Vicky Zhang]

Ah, yes. If she had any doubts before, she now knew that this was definitely the same girl. Watching the blonde's reaction, Vicky snickered. It was a shame that even with some alcohol in her system, she was still a tight ass. Poor thing, she probably thought she was safe from scum such as Vicky in a quality establishment like this. That kind of snobbery pissed Vicky off like nothing else could, and the way the girl's face contorted into a look of disgust fueled her.

Vicky laughed, louder than she normally did, even throwing her head back a bit as she chuckled. Oh, the irony. "Hmm. The owner?" she repeated, grinning. "Go on, then. Do it," she challenged, because she would love to see the look on the girl's face when the owner would show up, likely already high as a kite from what Vicky herself had sold to him a mere fifteen minutes ago. Vicky leaned in a little closer to the girl, with the sole intention of making her feel even more uncomfortable. "Him and I go way back," she added with a wink, her voice lowering to nearly a whisper. "We probably have a lot more mutual friends than you think."

"But," she said, smiling wickedly as she retreated back to her own personal space, "I shouldn't violate any client-confidentiality rules."

[Ellen Banks]

Urg. Really? Was that how it worked? One whiff of whatever it was that this woman sold and they were putty in their hands? She’s able to wrap her clinics around her finger?


This town honestly….


Ellen couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow once the girl smirked and laughed to herself, which was somewhat alarming to Ellen considering that an establishment like this rarely entertained HER kind of people….but Ellen couldn’t help but roll her eyes and tut in disgust , not just because of her disappointment that the owner of the most exclusive can so easily give into temptation….


...Typical.


Ellen brow furrowed in displeasure as the girl saw fit to invade her personal space given Ellen a second chance to really examine herself….god she could practically smell the dirty needles and her hair was just so...PINK. Clearly an attempt on her part to scream out to the world “Look at me. Please pay attention to me”


Attention whores are a dime a dozen in this town.


Well, she said still trying to force herself not to give her eye contact “How wonderful for you. So might I suggest you go bother one of your many clients, because I assure you there’s nothing for you here. Go away. Now”