Dangerous Pleasure

Chapter 1

Whiskey's POV

It's around 11 am and I'm just now waking up, I'm only waking up because I have to go look for a job. My brother, who is 5 years younger than me is black mailing me into getting a job, would you believe that? My brother, Markie is about to start high school, the beginning of his "adult" life as he likes to call it. Markie lives with me, not our parents, due to them being homophobic dick heads. They gave me all of his papers to have custody over him. They even told me that I was the one who turned him gay, I'm so sure you can't just turn someone gay, but what ever. My parents already told me that once I was 18 that I had to get out of their lovely Christian house because I'm a sinner and an abomination for being gay. It didn't really bother me, I can tell it bothers Markie tho, for him to not have his parents love and support. 

I got out of bed and tried to take a long hot shower, tried is the key word because Markie decided that at that moment he wanted to bang on the bathroom door.

"Go get a job! I swear if you're not out by the time I get to 10 I'm trashing your room!!"

I got out because when Mark says he'll do something he'll do something without hesitation and me being the neat freak that I am, I don't really want my room to be trashed. I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around the bottom half of my body. I opened the door that connected the bathroom to my room only to find Mark grinning. I'd do anything to keep my brother happy so I just went with it. I got dressed in mostly all black because who doesn't like the color black? I was also told that my black leather jacket brought out my green eyes. 

"I swear if you don't get a job I'm burning this house down Lee"

"Alright, I'm going to go looking like right now, chill"

"I'll chill when you get a job"

"Call me if you need anything" With that being said I left the house, grabbing my phone and wallet and left the house. I bet you're wondering how I have a house, well my lovely parents didn't just want to throw their only sons away for good without doing a good thing, they gave us a house that they have already paid off. 

About 25 minutes later...

I swear looking for a job is the hardest fucken thing EVER! Like seriously people are so worried why they don't have any people working for them, well maybe if you stopped requiring people to have like 22 years of experience but under the age of 24 you'd have people working for you!! 

I was about to give up when I saw a building with a semi long line of people standing in front of it. I had no time and patience to stand so I just cut all the way to the front and asked the lady at the front desk what was going on.

"What's it to you?"

"Geez, I just wanted to know why there's a semi long line outside but okay whatever, I saw that they were hiring here so I assume it's for that but I'm not sure, I'm looking to apply here"

"Sorry we don't take high school drop outs"

"Listen here you dumb blonde bitch, I didn't drop out, and if I did I wouldn't be looking here to work at, honestly who the fuck hired you, fucken crusty ass bitch, get that big ass gap between ya teeth fixed before you start assuming shit, now if I was a girl I would've punched you because you deserve it, now like I said before I'm looking to apply here, are you going to help me or not?"

I finished talking only to see a guy with a suit on looking at me with an expression I can't put my finger on. I just looked at the girl then back at the guy, I was about to walk away when I heard someone say something.

"What?"

"I said I can help you"

"That's great"

"Follow me"

I followed the guy with the suit on into an office and just stood at the door quietly. I might've just went off on some random bitch but I won't go in a place without permission, well not a place where I'm looking to get a job at anyways. 

"You may take a seat, I'm going to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you"

I took a seat farther away from him and nodded. 

"What's your name?"

"Whiskey, like the drink"

"Age?"

"19"

"How tall are you?"

"What does that have to do with anything an office job?"

"Have you ever worked anywhere before?"

"Yes"

"Where?"

"Mia's Bakery on 12th"

"Why don't you work there anymore?"

"I needed something closer to home"

"Sexual preferance?"

"Why?"

"Do you drink?"

"Well my name is Whiskey soo"

"Why did you lose control of your anger on my receptionist?" 

"Because I felt like she offended me"

"So if someone just offends you, you tell them off?"

"Yeah basically"

"What's your number, just asking if you get the job so I can call you"

"632-781-9246"

"Well I don't think this job i-"

I got up not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence and slammed the door shut and left the building flipping off the receptionist on my way out. I tried at other places after I left and none seemed to be interested in me. I went back home, I guess today isn't my lucky day, I'll just have to try again tomorrow. I texted Markie what happend and that I'll try tomorrow. I fell asleep around 1:30 just to have my phone go off in my ear and answered the phone half awake.

"Hello?"

"Lee, I got the hookup, meet me in the alley by the bowling place in 10"

"No"

"Why not?"

"I told you I was done with that"

"It's quick money though"

"Fine, I'll be there"

I got up and started walking towards the front door, noticing that Markie wasn't at the house, he could possibly be with his friends, it is the summer so I assume so. I got to the alley in 5 minutes and decided to wait. I got bored pretty easily and decided to climb the building and wait. 

5 minutes later...

"Can you stop climbing shit please?"

"Nope, what do you want?"

"I just told you I got the hook up"

"What ever, was it now?"

"It's a 3-32"

"I don't see the problem with that, just normal like any other drug deal"

"Yeah maybe if they weren't using kids to be the dealers and killing them, I'd go but I throw up at the sight of blood"

"Where's it at?"

"LA"

"LA?! That's like a 2 day trip, I can't leave Markie here by himself"

"He's like family, my family and I can watch over him til you get back"

"Did you talk to him first?"

"Yeah, that's why I didn't call you earlier"

"Fine, how will I know when I'm there?"

"Kids on every corner, the main place is called Nino's or something like that, all they want you to do is just slip something in his drink and just from that he'll die from the inside out, word will spread like fire so get in and get out"

"K" I guess I'm going to LA then.