Blood Money

Bank account bursting with blood money. Sex, ****, and ****. Katherine took over from Don Moorfield.

Alice sat around on rooftops smoking cigs and blunts whilst talking to the moon.

The moon was a great listener, and she had a lot to confess.

“I like girls… Big tits make me dizzy… Fizzy…”

“And I’m emotionally scarred… Fucking anxious and wanting to throw up all the time… I ate a whole tin of brownies… And I don’t want to get fat… Ugh…”

The moon was full. Beautiful. Somehow it was all so silly. This life.

***

Neera was in town. Default best friend. Major crush. Neera was hot. Full stop.

Big tits. Cleavage. Thin waist. Big ass.

Stare it too long and she’d whack you. A real temper on her. But people risked it anyway. Alice knew all too well.

Alice ate shawarma with Neera. The sizzling meat, hot chips, pomegranate salad, and garlic toum. Fucking out of this world.

They sat outdoors at the Turkish cafe at 1 AM. Cigarettes fingered. Alice puffed one and put it out before a mouth full of lamb.

“Don’t you think you're wasting your heritage…” Neera said.

“You mean Moorfield blood money…” Alice said.

“Money is everything… My parents own half of the entertainment industry in India, and I can buy anything I want.”

“Buying anything you want? That’s super boring. It takes all the fun out of it. I saved 300 dollars over three months and splurged on fun dates and shopping…”

“Hmm… Three months is way too long…” Neera said.

Alice licked her fingers. The garlic toum. Creamy zing!

“I’m thinking about quitting… At the Black Star… It’s tied to Moorfield, and I am so fucking done with Moorfield…” Alice said.

“How are you gonna survive? You flunked school… No job prospects… You’d be stuck cleaning toilets…” Neera laughed.

Alice hated when Neera played the realism card. But she was right… Alice was a loser.

But things would change soon. All it takes is a chance.