Page 7 of Inglorious
Nanci
“What the fuck happened here?” I exclaimed, staring at the clubhouse in disgust. It was filthy, and I was appalled. The floor was covered in trash, including empty takeout containers infested with bugs and maggots, and dirty cups and clothing were scattered around. The common room stank.
“Who are you?” a voice demanded.
I turned, and my nose wrinkled at the guy standing there. “Where the hell is that asshole?”
A bottle hit the ground with a thud, and I saw a hand wave from an armchair.
“Get me another,” Inglorious slurred.
The prospect sneered at the back of the chair Inglorious sat in and headed for the bar.
“Donotgive him it,” I ordered.
“Bitch, I don’t know who you are, and don’t care. That’s the president,” the asshole replied.
“Yeah, not for long,” I snapped, rounding the armchair.
Inglorious squinted at me, absolutely drunk as a skunk.
“Ey… Nanshi.” Inglorious grinned sloppily.
Anger lit inside me. My hands hit my hips, and I narrowed my eyes.
“This is what my brother died for?” I yelled, sweeping an arm around the room. “This shit?”
“Psy... ch’s gone. Leff me. Nanshi, you’re here. Too late. All dead.”
“Fuck me,” I muttered as I stared at the ridiculous drunk in front of me. This wasn’t the Inglorious I knew. This was a pathetic, washed-out copy.
“You’re a total disgrace, Roman, to all of them who died. Chill!” I shouted.
“Chill’s sleeping one off,” a second voice said, and I looked over to see a younger prospect. “I’m Moon.”
“Nanci. Moon, where’s Razor?”
“Don’t think I should say Ma’am. It’s club business,” Moon replied.
“Shesh no ma’am. Tha’ Nanshi,” Inglorious slurred.
“I’m fucking done with you,” I stated, and Inglorious smiled stupidly.
“Ballbusher.”
“Yeah, I’m a ball-buster. I’m also President as of right now,” I snapped.
“You can’t do that,” the first prospect chuckled.
I turned and saw his name. “Party, right? Let me tell you a couple of home truths. I can and am taking the presidency.”
“Lady, you’re nothing but pussy. And no cunt is running this club,” Party shot back.
A wicked grin crossed my face. “My brother was Psych. The charter states that in the event of the death of a ranked member, his title passes to his nearest relative. That makes me Psych’s Legacy, which means I’m VP. As VP, I have the power to remove the president if Inglorious is unfit. No fool would call Inglorious a stable influence. He’s a pathetic drunk.
“The charter fails to state that the Legacy must be male. It just says nearest relative. Ain’t nothing closer than a sister or brother. So even as a woman, I can claim Psych’s position and take President. Now, you wanna make an issue of it, Party? That’s fine. But I hold the rank, and you don’t, the door is there, go through it if you don’t like shit.”
Party moved out from behind the bar, and I braced.
