Post by Regan Lassiter on Feb 8, 2022 19:47:54 GMT -5
[For Katerina Winters ]
The Midnight House had the right to deny service to anyone: that was the way things worked. And Apollo wouldn’t see Regan when she was this wasted. He’d make that clear from the beginning, and ninety-nine times out of a hundred Regan stayed without the bounds of what he considered “acceptable.” Tonight, however, Regan had stepped over the line. When Apollo saw her eyes almost imperceptibly shuddering back and forth in their sockets, he’d made his position clear. Not tonight. She needed to hydrate and sleep it off: whatever "it" was.
But, as a petulant child being denied candy, dug her heels in. If Apollo wanted her out, he’d have to throw her out. Kick her to the street, for all she cared. Many expletives were thrown, at which point Apollo rolled his eyes, frustrated, and left the room - ostensibly to bring security. Regan didn’t believe him. Even though their relationship was a transactional one, Regan knew Apollo cared about her well-being. Or at least as much as he cared about anyone else’s. So in her mind, she had no doubt he was bluffing, and that any moment he would return and pat her little head before taking her in an aggressive fashion. And she was very much looking forward to it.
Regan waited, sitting on top of the table, arms crossed, naked as the day she was born. She wasn’t leaving. Even as the room spun a little, and the lights shifted before her eyes, she was determined to dull the ache with yet another drug: one that only Apollo could provide.
