My apartment wasn't far from Britt's house, but it was the complete opposite despite the distance. I lived in the ghetto, and not the safe part. But that's what you get for being the owner of a tattoo and body piercing parlor, not some big music producer. I guess thats my own fault...
STOP BRINGING YOURSELF DOWN, DAMNIT! YOU LOVE YOUR JOB, SHUT THE FUCK UP!
The voice in my head was right. I loved my job and I was rumored to be the best in the county. But that was a rumor and no one ever wanted to visit a shop in the ghetto. Why the ghetto? 'Cause it was cheap for my small salary and I down right refuse to barrow money from anyone. I pulled my car into its normal spot, third from the end of the line of cars. My car had to be the only thing that was the least bit okay looking. I ignored the cat calls from the surrounding people, I had gotten used to them when I first moved in. I pulled the bright yellow note off of my door, reminding me that I hadn't paid my rent for this month. I unlock the door and threw my stuff on the table in the hallway on my way into the kitchen, where I placed the note on the fridge. I ignored the small voice in the back of my head that was telling me to take a pill. Yeah, I was ignoring the good part of my conscience, the part that wanted me to live through the night.
"Fucking damnit." I growled as I stubbed my toe while entering my room. "Goddamned door attacked me." I continued to talked to myself. I pulled open my closet, revealing a very hooker-ish style of clothes. I grabbed my low cut black leather pants, that rested low enough to show the deathbat that had been inked into my lower pelvis. I surprised people let me into these clubs with these babies on, my whole crotch was almost showing. The best part about these pants was that the legs stopped short enough to showed the heartagram on my ankle at the same time. I skimmed trough my tops, looking for the one I favored.
"Found you." I whispered and grabbed the purple corset. I laid both items on my bed along with a black g-string. Didn't I say my wardrobe was hooker-ish? I quickly grabbed my towels and took a shower, washing my hair with my normal, lavender scented shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. I took longer than normal, really getting myself clean. I dried my body and dropped the towel in the bathroom, on the floor, forgetting about it for now. I put lotion on my entire body and proceeded to get dressed. I was done quickly, just trying to tighten the strings to my corset so I wasn't falling out of my top. I succeeded in my task and sprayed Victoria Secret's signature 'Heavenly' body spray on. It almost completely overpowered the lavender smell, and mixed well with the bit you could smell. I grabbed my make-up bag and placed it on the counter in the bathroom before I picked up my towels from earlier and put them in the laundry basket along with my clothes. My make-up was just as exotic as my clothes. I started with foundation on my face, making me look a tad paler than I really am. I had black eyeliner on my eyes, with a think line of purple outlining it. My black eye shadow was lightly swept across my top lid. I finished my eyes off with dark purple, almost black looking mascara. My coated my lips with a neutral lip gloss. I checked my appearance out in the mirror, almost satisfied. I grabbed the glitter from on the counter and gently dabbed some across each eye, letting it fall onto my over exposed chest. I swear, Britt was gonna have to retie it when I met up with her so that my chest didn't fall out, like I knew it was going to. I walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a drink of Mountain Dew. I sat in the living room, looking at the boots I was gonna wear tonight. I shrugged and slipped on the ankle cut, five inch heels. I went into the bathroom again, turning on the Wet 2 Straight hair straightner that I had. I glanced in the full length mirror on the back of my door, revealing my stunning appearance.
Yes, I am conceited, get over it.
I told myself and decided that I didn't like the boots I was wearing. I kicked them off and grabbed a pair of black stilettos from under my bed. I strapped the deathtraps onto my feet and entered the bathroom, four inches taller than I was before.
"I'm fucking taking these things off as soon as I get to the club." I growled and brushed my hair. I took the straightener and ran it over my black locks. I was done in a matter of minutes, shutting off the heated contraption and grabbing my ID and the last bit of cash I had out of my wallet and sticking it in my bra with my cell. I left my house, locking the door behind me. It was a forty minutes before I even saw the club.even then I was stuck behind a line of cars. I quickly got sick of waiting in the 'enter' line and swerved into the 'exit' lane, ignoring the honks of the people in front of and behind me. I immediately went and parked in the VIP section of the parking lot.
"FUCKING A, YOU PEOPLLE MAKE ME SICK! WHY THE FLYIING FUCK DO ALL YOU ASS MUNCHERS HAVE TO GO AND BLOCK THE FUCKING ROADS! IF THERE AIN'T ROOM, LEAVE AND COME BACK ANOTHER GODDAMNED TIME!" I hollered as I crossed the parking lot and made my way up to Joey and Kevin, the bouncers. I ignored the people calling out my name, trying to get me in with them.
"Feeling okay Sullivan?" Kevin smirked at me.
"Fine enough to kick your ass bitch." I smirked back at him and gave him a quick hug. I gave Joey, the other bouncer, a hug and walked through the doors, into the club. I heard the protests of everyone that was waiting outside. "Your stank asses will get in at eight!" I called back.
"What about us doll face?" I was asked by a voice that I knew from only from interviews I had watched. I turned and looked Synyster Gates in the eye.
"Sorry, honey, but I can't let you in. But I promise I'll get you something special if you find me inside." I winked at him with a smirk covering my face and entered the club shutting the door behind me.
"Nikki..." My voice was sing-songed by one of my favorite workers.
"Kaylee!" I screeched and ran up to give her a hug.
"NO HUGS, I'M ON THE CLOCK!" I let her go and stepped back.
"Sorry. Can you get me a Blueberry Martini?" I asked sweetly. She rolled her eyes and handed me a Martini.
"Now go, we're opening in five." She scolded me. I shrugged and sipped at the Martini.
"KAYLEE!" I screeched again.
"What?" She sighed in aggravation.
"Can you fix my top?" I turned around and let her tighten the strings to my corset top.
"Now go." She told me one again. I laughed and jogged my way up the stairs to the VIP lounge.
"You all are stuck up bitches." I huffed and plopped down at a table while sipping at my Martini.
What a great way to start the night...
I watched as people were let in. Many went to the dance floor and began to have fun, while others hit the bar. I left the VIP area, where people were already coming in, and went down to the first floor, dancing my ass off with random guys. Most had the balls to dance with me but there were a few who were afraid of my temper and ran off. I grew tired after dancing around for forty minutes and went back to my VIP table. I wasn't alone long.
"What's your name sweet cheeks?" A guy came up and questioned me. He wasnt famous, which is how I knew he either snuck in here (highly unlikely) or that he was some high class, wealthy, slime ball that Britt had working for her or with her or whatever.
"The name's Nicole Sullivan and I'd appreciate it if you left me alone." I tried to sound polite, but I knew it was anything but.
"Oh, don't be like that sweet cheeks." He grinned as he stood over me, obviously looking at my cleavage.
"Look dude, I really like it if you back off." I hissed at him, purposely sounding rude.
"Or else what?" He hissed back at me.
"Or else I may have to be thrown out for being a bit violent." I heard the same voice from earlier. The man that was standing over me turned and looked into the smoldering eyes of Synyster Gates.
"Who do you think you are?" The man challenged.
"I think I'm the one you better be running from."
"I if I don't?" The two were face to face now with no one noticing them.
"Fucking a. Let's just go." I got up with my martini in hand and grabbed Synyster's wrist, dragging him to where I spotted the rest of Avenged Sevenfold. "Nicole Sullivan." I told them and held out my hand for each one of them to shake.
"Johnny."
"Matt."
"The Rev."
"Zacky." I smirked at Zacky, knowing that Britt would swoon when she got here. Gates was glaring at the guy who had bugged me. I pushed him down into a chair and straddled him, immediately grabbing his attention.
"You need to drop these kinds of things Gates." I smirked at him.
"You know who we are?" Zacky asked from next to my seat on Syn.
"Who doesn't know Avenged Sevenfold? Plus, I'd be beat down in a second flat if I didn't know who you all were." I laughed to myself, knowing that Britt would do exactly that. Gates ignored the answer I had just spoke and looked me dead in the eyes, catching me off gaurd.
"What do I get for saving you?" I leaned in towards his face slightly.
"Who said you get a reward?" I questioned him softly.
"I did."
"Works for me." I leaned in the rest of the way and placed my lips on his. In a second flat I was opening my mouth for hi to slip his tongue in. But then the cheering started. And the clapping. And the crowd rushing over to the balcony thing. I got off of Syn and led him over to the crowd.
"MOVE BITCH!" I hollered at the many people in front of me. At the sight of who I was a path instantly cleared. "That's what I thought asshole." I growled under my breath. I watched as my dearest half sister was helped onto the bar.
"What's up, everybody?" She screamed into the mic. "We'll be filled to capacity before midnight," She stated. I knew she was proud of herself, "And yeah, Nikki's in the VIP area, my lovelies," I saw many heads look up in my direction and watch me give them a smirk, "So how's everyone feeling tonight?"
"HAVE MY BABIES, BRITTANY!" Was screamed out from the crowd. I laughed my ass off.
"I don't know about having your babies, babe, but maybe we can arrange something that won't leave me knocked up, if you know what I'm saying." I watched her joke, even if the guy didn't know that. "We have some very special guests with us tonight, you guys. Any one ever heard of Avenged Sevenfold?" Everyone went apeshit. The boys around were glowing with excitement. I stepped back so that when the spotlight hit them I wouldn't been seen. "Come on, now! SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!" Were her next words, the words that should have sent the walls crashing because of the noise. When the light moved back to Britt, I stepped back into my original place. "Now because I happen to be a huge Avenged Sevenfold fan, we're gonna make tonight extra extra extra fucking special. We're going all out; we're gonna fucking party like it's 1999. I wanna see moshpits. I wanna see some bar fights. I wanna see some serious grindage going on; something you wouldn't want your granparents to see, God rest many of their souls. I WANT YOU GUYS TO TEAR THIS FUCKING PLACE APART!" I watched as Britt was handed a customary shot glass filled with her favorite, JD. I grabbed one of my own from a nearby waiter and held it up in the air just like she did. "Now, usually ap erson making a toast would have some awesome ass speech to go with it. All I can say is...LET'S GET CRUNK!" She took the shot. I followed her actions and dropped the shot iinto the crowd below, probably starting the first fight for tonight. Why would that start a fight? Everyone knows that I drop my shot glass over the balcony for someone to catch. How do they know I used it? I write my initials on the bottom with a sharpie before I drop it. I'm so Hood blasted through the speakers. I rolled my eyes and wanting something good to come on. Britt was let down off the bar and everyone made their way back to their seats. I sat down in Syn's lap, knowing that the club's owner, aka Britt, would come and take it in a few minutes.
"So how do you know her?" Matt asked me from across the table
"She my half sister and my best friend." I smirked, cockiness setting in.
"So do you work here too?" Johnny asked from next to Matt.
"Fuck no." I scuffed.
"So what do you do?" Synyster asked, wrapping one arm around my waist and placing the other across my legs.
"I am a certified tattoo artist and body piercer." I smirked.
"So when do I get whatever you promised me at the door?" My smirk grew bigger, glad he remembered.
"Later." I mused.
"Nikki, you're not trying to rape Synyster Gates over there with your eyes, are you?" Britt asked in a smooth tone, quickly and easily catching everyone's attention.
"Now what makes you say that, honey? You can't rape the willing, anyways." I winked at Synyster, who had grown his own smirk. She rolled her eyes and sat down next to Zacky.
"Brittany Sullivan, club owner." She introduced herself and smiled lightly, shaking hands with each of the guys like I had.
"Zacky Vengeance, rhythm guitarist of Avenged Sevenfold," Was Zacky's smooth introduction. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He gave he a light kiss on the corner of her mouth. I could see her almost swooning. I signaled a waiter to come over and give Brittany a bottle of JD and shot glasses. I watched, amused, as the whole bottle was poured into shot glasses.
"Believe me," She spoke up before taking the shot and slamming the empty glass on the table, "the pleasure is all mine." I laughed at her and grabbed a shot of my own, downing it as fast as, if not faster than Britt. I downed the last of my martini next, just to get rid of it.
"So what's the one rule I've heard nonstop about?" Synyster whispered in my ear, doing things to me he probably didn't know he was doing.
"What happens at ViciouSex, stays at ViciouSex." I smirked as I told him.
"What a great rule to live by."
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