Limelight

City Of Angels, Land Of Demons

He didn't know how he got there- he took a cab, got out at a random destination, then started walking.

Curtis found himself uncontrollably leaning over until someone took a seat next to him at the bar.

" A blowjob please." the words rolled smoothly off her tongue that held a thick Dominican accent.

Taken aback he glanced over at her with a questioning look earning a chuckle from her once she realized. " It's just the name of the drink." her plump ruby red lips began sipping from the thin straw.

Her head was full of curls formed into a thick fro, her facial structure like a work of art, downturned eyes intriguing.

Curtis didn't know if it was because of the influence he was under or if she actually looked like she came straight from a magazine cover.

" I never seen you 'round here before, I'm Chanel," she smirked as she looked him in the eyes.

Downstairs Man Killa entered a lounge space where she heard mumbling and cackling.

" I see someone came through the wrong backdoor." Cobra laughed over to another man around his age.

Once their laughter simmered down Cobra stood with a slight grunt." Jace Evans, Man Killa ... Man Killa this is Jace Evans."

The guy, in her opinion, looked like a fucking creep, and the fact that he owned this place just added to her notion.

" Man Killa huh?  Like Ladykiller but the woman version?" Jace smiled while eyeing her down.

Cobra laughed and cut her off before she could respond. " Yeah let's just stick with that."

Jace tilted his head. "  So what really brings you here Cobra? I haven't seen you since I opened this place."

" You mean since I gave you the funds to open this place and if you ask me it look like you ain't spent a dime on it since,"  Cobra said, chuckling once two armed men came and stood by Jace's side.

" You know you wasn't shit but a good-for-nothing freak but I still considered you as a brother, tell me is this how you treat your brother?" Cobra cocked his head, gladly ready to humble his old friend and his bodyguards.

Chanel grinned at Curtis's silence." So tell me, how drunk does a man like you have to be to end up here?" she hummed as she lit the cigarette in her mouth. " I must be talking to a brick wall or something."

Curtis simply peered over at her earning a chuckle in response." Well since you know my name, what's yours?"

" I never asked for your name sweetheart."

" Well I'm asking for yours, I got some kind of dignity I at least wanna know my client's name."

" What?"

" What else would you be here for on a Friday?" Chanel gestured to the sign that said 'Here for a good time, not a long time!' followed by a few dollar signs. " Why don't you stop playing hard to get and follow me downstairs."