Page 4 of Poison

Narrowing my eyes, I cleared my throat and ordered, "Leave."

Purple suit's face was getting red. His nostrils flared, and his fists balled up. "I paid a lot of money tonight. I expect to be compensated."

The waiter pushed him. "This guy has been snorting Nova all night. Mixing an upper and downer together like that could cause him to OD. You could have killed him!"

Purple suit tried to buck up, but two bouncers intervened. I supposed the waiter must have signaled them at some point. To be honest, I was too fucked up to notice. "My hero," I muttered with a smile, tilting my head back.

I felt a tap on my foot and raised my head again.

Alex stood in front of me with that stupid grin. "That man will never bother you again. I can assure you of that. From this time forth, he will be banished from this establishment. Is there anything I can do for you?"

I shook my head, more so to try to clear it than to tell him no. "Nah, just let me stay here until you guys lock up. I don't need that prick following me."

He tilted his head. "Do I need to contact your sponsor? I would hate for anything to happen to you."

I sat up, panic welling up inside of my chest. "Fuck no! Seriously, Alex. I'm fine." I giggled, "Or I will be fine. Just let me hang out here until your people close up, and I can walk home."

He sighed, turned to the waiter, and whispered something to him that I couldn't hear. Not that I cared what he said anyway.

I laid down on the bench, draping an arm over my eyes. About an hour later, one of the bouncers told me they were locking up. I looked around for Cherry, but she and her friend were gone; they had most likely left ages ago, but I was too fucked up to notice.

It took a while for me to make it out the door, and once I did, I had to pause to get my bearings. The world was still spinning, but the neon lights of the Sin District were going out, and the sun was coming up. I looked off into the distance, taking in the sight. Sin District, littered with casinos, strip clubs, nightclubs, sex clubs, and pretty much anything that would be seen as a sin in the times of old, was modeled after an ancient city called V-something, but its nickname was Sin City. According to one of my first clients, the founders of the modern Sin City decided people needed an outlet to help control their primal instincts. Men especially had a tendency to be less violent if their sexual desires were met. Thus, the Sin District was created.

A startled cry burst from my lips when someone gripped my shoulder. I nearly fell to the ground as I spun around to see who touched me, only to let out a relieved sigh when I realized it was the waiter from the bar. "Well, if it isn't my sexy hero."

The man smirked. "Are you going to be alright?"

I nodded, wrapping my arms around myself. "Peachy."

Pulling out his hair tie, he ran a hand through his silky dark strands. "I was wondering if you wanted to go have breakfast."

"Just because I said you were sexy doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you or suck your dick."

His eyes widened in shock. "I didn't want sex."

"So, you're a breeder, huh?" Why the hell was I suddenly feeling insulted?

"No, well, sort of. I like women just fine." He started fidgeting. "I like both. You are stupidly handsome; it's no wonder those guys were tripping on themselves to hang out with you. But I just figured I'd offer breakfast to help you sober up. I'm sorry if I offended you. I'll go now."

He turned and began walking away. I sighed softly, smirking to myself. Maybe I did want to go have breakfast with him. Or at least get a C juice. "How about a drink instead?"

He swung around. "Haven't you had enough?"

"I had way too much Nova to even think of food right now, but I could use a C drink. There is a juice bar not too far from here." I pointed behind me.

His eyes lit up, and a smile crossed his lips; my drunk mind began to swoon at the sight. "Alright. I'd like that."

We walked side by side in silence until we arrived at a tiny juice bar called Spazz. It was... nice.

I ordered a large red C juice; it had so much vitamin C in it that it was almost like having it injected straight into your blood, and it worked wonders to ward off a Nova hangover.

After ordering his own drink, my rescuer leaned over the table and said, "I never thought I'd be meeting a celebrity. So, you're the infamous Starburst."

"Isaac." When he tilted his head, I explained, "I prefer to be called Isaac. That's my actual name. Starburst is just a stage name."

His answering smile was bright. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Isaac. My name is Victor, but I prefer to be called Vic."

"Victor, very classy name."

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