☾Phoenix Shroxshire
FRIDAY 10TH // Phoenix managed to kick the boys out of the house for the night, which means, LINGERIE PARTY FOR LE GIRLS ONLY. Music, fun,alcohol and free drugs guaranteed.

I was never a lady with confidence issues, maybe when I was ten years old, but either way, walking around on high heels and black lingerie made me feel particularly vulnerable.

Occasionally putting on an oversized Joy Division tee to open the door, all I did was drink, eat and laugh. I really did need this, except for the few uninvited slags who got in either way.

The house lights were bright and colorful, good ol’ Led Zeppelin playing, “Heartbreaker” to be exact. Probably one of my favourites.

Judas had seemed to change her mind, downing more glasses of liquor than she should have - I did say one drink was not going to kill her but... I tried to stop her, but she was dancing wildly and I was on cloud nine.

It would’ve made no difference.

As all the girls in lingerie kept dancing, including myself, I noticed a few shadows behind the curtain, they were rather confusing - and I doubted. Was it real or was I hallucinating? 

I walked all the way to the curtain covered window, and danced in front of it, forgetting why I was there. But I snapped out of my drunkenness, and did what should be done.

I moved the curtain to the right, revealing the shadows’ faces. 

Steven, Slash and Johnny. 

Considering it was Steven’s and Slash’s house, too, I didn’t have much to say. But Johnny was definitely there to take care of Judas.

I opened the window.

“What can I help you with, bastards?” I asked. “Spying on ladies is no good! Specially when they are on their-” I stopped. I was still on my lace-y, black underwear and knee high socks. I almost blushed.

The guys just stood there, staring at me. I sighed.

“Your girlfriend is doing just fine,” I spoke to Johnny. “You can leave. As for you two, what the f*ck do you want?”

“Steven wants some ass and I wanted to... uh... pick up my guitar” Slash spoke, I raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really?” I crossed my arms over my chest, unaware of how it made my boobs look bigger. Steven giggled Slash playfully hit him.

“What, dude?!” asked Steven offended.

“She gives us shelter and you stare at her boobs!” the both laughed, I slammed the window, finally closing it. 

I walked to the kitchen, to get myself a drink - more like my favourite, personal, secret stash of scotch that no one could ever touch, or I’d cut their hands off.

As I poured the scottish liquor on my lipstick stained glass, I heard a knock on the kitchen’s door, aka the back door of the house, where the maid would go in if we were rich and had someone to clean the house, besides, well, me.

I turned to the door, and opened it.

Saul jumped out of the dark, entering the kitchen, catching my glass before it reached the floor, for I had jumped. 

“You shouldn’t scare a drunk lady like that. I’d slap you if you weren’t so good looking” I spoke drunkenly, complimenting him, something I don’t do very regularly. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. I gave him a quick kiss on the nose, “what are you doing? There are a thousand gossiping slags in the other room!” I exclaimed.

“What do locks exist for, Pho?” he smiled brightly.

I took a cigarette out of the Marlboro’s box, which had been on my cleavage for the entire day. I offered one to Slash, who, surprisingly, declined.

“You know what I want?” he asked, tightening his grip on me.


“You. It’s been a while...” he admitted, kissing my neck softly, I nodded gently, letting out a sigh of pleasure.

“Wait,” I stopped, he looked up and raised his eyebrow, his face finally visible for his hair was in a ponytail. I crossed my arms over my chest, “not until we talk”.
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