Cocaine Heart (Bodie Hart)

[Otto Elias (DELETED 8999)]

Last Tuesday. Otto Elias knew he was supposed to pay last Tuesday, in cold hard cash, at three in the morning in that alleyway in that one part of town. The deadline for doing so had already been pushed back twice already, and although it was said that three time’s a charm, Otto doubted that he could have the girl wait another week and a half. She needed the money, and her double texts and tone in her voicemails showed that she wasn’t joking. She said that she’d be in a ton of **** if she didn’t get paid soon. And if she was in a ton of ****, Otto would be in even more. Neck deep, she’d warned him. Neck deep in ****.

After Otto had gotten his hands on the drug he needed those three weeks ago, he tucked some away for himself and resold the rest. It took a while before he got all of his own cash in hand, but in the end, it was all there, and he counted his profits like the rich man he only dreamed of being. There was enough money to pay the girl with ease, but Otto was high when he clutched the notes between his fingers and stumbled into the electronics store to buy the zoom lens. And the tripod, because his old one had broken when it was used as a makeshift weapon in hard times. Oh, and that charger for the gaming system he’d snagged, because the thing was good as dirt without any juice in it. Otto was high when he bought an extra large pizza covered in yes, every topping, thank-*******-you, and was already scarfing down two of the pieces sandwiched together before he even left the pizza shop. Otto was high when he waited in the alleyway, almost dropped and broke his camera, and threw up the whole eight pieces of the pizza pie down the front of his shirt.

“Pineapple really doesn’t go on pizza,” he mumbled to himself, laughing at his not-even-funny joke, wiping his hand with the back of his mouth and spitting the sour taste out of his mouth. The male buttoned up his jacket with trembling fingers. It hid the visual evidence, but Otto’s nose was failing him. He didn’t think he reeked as badly as he did.

The girl arrived seconds, minutes, hours later - he wasn’t sure. Everything was a blur as she asked for the money, calmly, as he patted at his pockets, finding them to be almost empty. He was so confused. Hadn’t he made absolute bank from his resales? And why was there a new zoom lens poking out of his camera bag? Were his eyes failing him, or had Santa visited early? He didn't remember buying it, but, then again, he didn't remember much of anything from however long it'd been since his nostrils first burned that day. Otto frowned and shook his head, coming up far, far too short with what money he had remaining. He tried to hand it over to her. “Here. But for the rest - another week? I could’ve sworn-”

He expected her to decline the cash, but Otto did not expect the girl (what was her name, anyway?) to shove him up against the brick wall like that, her hands fisting at the collar of his jacket tight enough to practically tear its seams. She had three inches on him, maybe, without her heels; seven inches with them. Her grip was strong and her eyes were cold. Her red lips pulled back in what looked like to be a snarl, but the smell of Otto’s vomit was so overwhelming from how close she was that it was all she could do to keep from getting sick herself.

“C’mon, pretty boy,” she demanded, shaking him like a ragdoll as she spoke. “You’ve gotta pay up somehow.”

WEARING

[Bodie Hart (DELETED 9028)]

High on life, drunk on the energy of the society; not to mention the feisty chickshe'd managed to get her teeth into only an hour earlier. The blood felt good in her system, this one was a real killer. No, literally, they called them "Killers" apparently. This type of vamp was energy, it was pure adrenaline in her veins and she just wanted to go at speed, to run the city down to dust. There was a vibrancy to the evening, lights so bright they almost hurt her retina's as she stared at everything she could get them on. ******* beautiful. There was so potential around, so much inside of her and she couldn't wait to get her *** somewhere she could fly. Well, it was the closest to flying she'd ever get that epic jumping trick she borrowed from the sucker she sucked on. Getting a half-assed punch for her blood stealing efforts was worth it, the vampire seemed pretty new to the whole thing and didn't have the good sense to REALLY go for Bodie, just take a cheap shot and tell her off. Bo had apologised by shoving a handful of candy she'd stolen from the bowl at a swanky hotel, dropping them all over the woman's feet in her hurried attempts to distract and ditch.

Ditch she had, heading towards a less crowded part of time, slipping down familiar alleys and ducking under dodgy fences. She'd managed to snag herself on one, the shoulder of her oversized sweater getting another impressive hole. It look intentional for the most part, her clothes often wearing signs of damage that she tried to rock with her grunge sensibilities. A fence posed a brief conundrum, Bo clambering clumsily up and over, just about falling on her *** onto a dumpster that wasn't quite the softest landing but nothing broke so she took it as a positive. Down the alley she'd dropping into she got a surprise, a puddle full of pizza vomit that made a sickly slosh sound when her docs dropped down into it. "Son of cu-... Huh?" Up ahead were two people, caught up in a tense moment that could've been a drunken dalliance or a drug deal gone wrong. There were a lot of those to stumble across down dark alleyways, seemed like this was no different. There were a handful of options, the least likely included climbing back over the motherfucking fence. Of course she could cut sick and try to jump the hell out of here but the chances were she'd just jump herself into the side of a building. The best option was to try and stroll straight by, just act oblivious to the whole scenario; perhaps a jaunty tune to whistle. Of course Bo wasn't great at jaunty tunes, instead she picked an upbeat chick rock ballad, strutting by without a care in the world, not a single ******* care... Until she saw the boy's face.

"Ah, fuckity frick balls." She announced, a split decision having her pausing, reaching for the woman's shoulder and giving it an awkwardly pointed tap. "Hey? Hi, hello there? I'm all into pussy power and girls doing it for themselves and **** but... HI KID!" She beamed beyond the woman, to the young man being pinned pathetically. He looked sick, like, just vomited in an alley kind of sick and Bodie being the weirdo that she was took this as some great cosmic sign that she was supposed to meet him again, supposed to use her newfound strength and love for decking dumbasses to help him out.

[Otto Elias (DELETED 8999)]

Among other things - among a lot of other things, actually - Otto Elias hated being called a pretty boy. It was a nickname he’d adopted somewhere along the years of his early teens when the other guys his age were muscling out and he, to simply put it, just wasn’t. And the nickname stuck. Otto’s features were soft all around, only sharpened by the visibility of bone, and his painted nails did nothing but fed into his ever so prominent femininity. At least he wasn't wearing makeup that day. He'd usually slap on a coat of concealer to cover up undereye bags or bruises or yellow skin, but he'd forgotten. Actually, he probably looked like **** today. The male felt his cheeks heat a scarlet red, half in embarrassment and half in anger, and he was gearing up to either spit something smart or swing a free fist so hard that it hurt when he was interrupted by an oddly familiar voice.

Both Otto and the girl turned simultaneously to look at their company. Otto recognized the woman, but had he even caught her name in their last encounter? He wasn’t too sure, but then again, he wasn’t too sure of anything in that moment. Their last meetup had been brief, anyways, and he'd pushed as much of it as he could remember far, far into the back of his brain. No use in remembering people he didn't intend on meeting with again. Otto would have been annoyed by Bodie's presence if she wasn’t serving as a distraction. A temporary distraction, but a distraction all the same. And a decent one, at that. Otto figured he had a handful of seconds (tops) to get out of the now-loosened grip of the girl. All he could do in response to Bodie's greeting was raise his eyebrows, in a really-bad-timing kind of way.

The girl frowned at Bodie, taken aback by the female's interesting choice of words before shaking her head. “I don’t think this is any of your business,” she said, cold and calm like the winter's latest winds. “Unless you can get this little cheat-” She paused, her grip tightening again, leaving any plans Otto was forming in his whirling mind rendered useless. He sucked in a short breath, not prepared to be slightly choked by the confines of his own clothing. “-to pay up like he’s supposed to, this is none of your ******* business.”

[Bodie Hart (DELETED 9028)]

Bodie was weighing up her odds here, sizing up the woman and deciding how much effort it might take to get her to drop the kid. Kid probably wasn't a fair thing to call him, although she called anyone under thirty five things like kid on the regular, it wasn't mean squat. In reality he could've been older than she was, it wouldn't be hired to beat twenty one, not really. These were the kind of thoughts that distracted her, gaze already going somewhat vacant, distant as the girl talked to her. No. Not to her, at her. Bodie really hated people talking at her, like, couldn't she tell there were bigger fish to fry and dramas to squash? What had she even said? "Wait, what? Sorry, your voice is super soothing or something because I really didn't listen to a word you just said. Thing is, I sort of need you to let him go ok? I mean, he smells like puke and i'm pretty sure you're getting it all over your pampered paws there princess. You really want to smell like puke?" Bo squinted slightly, glancing back towards the puddle of it that only added an extra layer of pungent putrid to the alley they stood in."PIZZA puke. Even worse, and... Is that pineapple? I'm not even mad, I kind of like pineapple on pizza. Do you like pineapple on pizza?" Her voice had taken on an oddly severe innocence, Bo looming closer to the woman, her posture slightly more predatory than her airheaded words betrayed.

She was closer now, a few plans formulating on how best to grab the guy and bounce out of there. Her favourite was being played out, casually highlighting the disgusting nature of the situation, the stench rising and the muck that could possibly ruin an outfit. Stereotyping chicks? Bodie would almost be mad at herself if she didn't think it had a chance of succeeding. Stage two involved a look at her own boots, the ones that had landed in that puddle of pizza. One was lifted, wiggling a little before she started shaking it in earnest, watching as a few droplets splashed towards the big bad ***** pinning Otto into place like he was a bug on a board. Bo was hoping that she wasn't about to join him in getting squashed. She just needed the girl to let go, just long enough to grab him and go. All her hopes were pinned on her being perturbed by puke, because who wasn't?

[Otto Elias (DELETED 8999)]

Otto Elias was less concerned with what Bodie was saying and more with the fact that she was talking, rambling, and distracting the other woman that held him pinned to the brick wall. It was better that way, because Otto would’ve been annoyed with what he heard. He would’ve rolled his baby blues so far back that he saw the darkness of inside his skull, because talking about anything other than the point of the thing at hand was, in his utmost, honest opinion, plain ******* stupid. She was going off on puke - which the taller woman would not have been bothered by in the slightest, and Otto knew that - and pineapple on pizza, when nothing mattered besides Otto paying up or Otto getting away. He hoped for the latter. He really didn’t have all the cash on hand that he needed. Give him a few days to scope through some pockets and get his paycheck in the mail and he would be golden. But a few days was a few days too many.

The woman curled her lip in disgust as puke was flicked onto her clothing by Bodie’s boot, but her grip didn’t falter. It was a shame, too. She was scrunching up the material of his shirt, stretching it so a strip of pale skin on his abdomen showed, and it probably wasn’t going to fit the same again. “Just shut up and get out of here,” she snapped, brown eyes burning down on the other woman. “Seriously, get the f-”

Otto wasn’t against hitting women if it was necessary. He wasn’t against hitting anyone if it was necessary - equality, and all that - so a free hand balled into a loose fist and connected with her right cheekbone. The blow, in his loopy state, wasn’t as powerful or coordinated as it should’ve been, but it did something. Only one of the woman’s hands dropped from his collar to clutch the side of her face, but it was one less hand to worry about. It didn't take long for the shock to diminish and for the pain to dull before she was recovering and executing her retaliation. Otto saw her curl manicured fingers into a tight fist, and just before it could collide with his nose, he dropped like dead weight. The woman wasn’t alert enough to hold him up, so as he finally began to slip out of her grasp and onto the ground of the alley, her knuckles met the brick wall with a satisfying crack.

[Bodie Hart (DELETED 9028)]

The thud that sounded was sickening, the crunch of bones that signalled splitting skin and potentially fractured knuckles. "**** diggity **** ****!" Bodie winced, focusing on a fleeting flash of sympathy for her poor friends who had to watch her clumsiness create scenarios where such sounds wouldn't be unfamiliar to them. It wasn't a great shocker when the woman started yowling in pain, Bo wasting no time in barging bodily into her, knocking the agonised woman sideways so she could grab at Otto. There were so many alleys in the city, so many different paths she could have taken to get to her destination and she just had to walk down the one that had this damn kid, his pizza puddle and princess ***** tits. "Go, go! Off your butt, little buddy." And although she was casually insulting him there was a sort of exuberant enthusiasm to her voice that just highlighted the fact that she wasn't hating this entirely.

Bodie could handle a good scrap, a bit of rough and tumble. She'd never been afraid to skin her knees, to get her hands or any other part of herself dirty for that matter. As it was she was leaning down, trying to snatch a boy who reeked to his feet, determined to get the little street urchin clean and clear before the woman recovered from the pain in her hand and Bodie's unceremonious hip check. She knew this was one for the diary she rarely bothered to keep, the page would be titled "Pineapple Pizza", already enjoying the idea of doodling pictures of pizza and the kid's unimpressed face around her words. Rarely was distraction a positive mid-scuffle, but Bo was pretty content to have a second to get dazed by her daydreaming until the kid got off his ***.

[Otto Elias (DELETED 8999)]

Otto Elias wouldn’t have been surprised if all the bones in the woman’s fist had shattered. It sure as hell sounded like it. The young male couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face as he heard her call out in pain, injured hand cradled to her chest as if it were a small child. He could see the tears of pain pricking in her eyes, and he enjoyed it. In a sick, twisted kind of way, he enjoyed it.

There wasn’t much time to enjoy his success before Bodie was coming his way, knocking the other woman to the ground in her unsuspecting, wounded state. The male scrambled to his feet, palm pressing against the nearest wall for support as he watched the female tip and topple to the ground, cheek landing in a footprint shaped puddle of Otto’s vomit. The sight was enough to make him howl with laughter, but he barely got out a grin before he was feeling nauseous again. And kind of faint. The world was on an angle, and there were at least three Bodies. At least.

The sane thing to do at that point would've been to turn and run as far, far away as his feet could carry him, but Otto was far, far from being sane. While the girl was down, moaning in pain and not looking to be getting up anytime soon, the male couldn’t help his sticky fingers. He patted her down, pulling things from pockets that would seem useful or valuable. A gold necklace was tugged from where the pendant nestled in the dip of her collarbones, and he wasted no time in taking her wallet and all the little plastic bags she possessed, shoving the things deep into his pockets. He kept his money, too, not even caring about paying up or who would be after him for the money next. Bodie was right - it was time to go. He could worry about all that other **** later. Otto spun on his heel and started to break out into a run until something caught him in the ankle and stopped him short. Instinctively, hands reached for his camera bag, and he turned so that his whole right side fell to the ground, instead of face planting and cracking his most prized possession. Pain radiated through his bones and he knew every inch of his skin would be bruised if he ever walked out of that alleyway, but at least he’d saved his camera.

The woman dragged Otto towards her by his ankle, allowing glass and gravel to scratch at his porcelain skin, and then she was climbing on top of him.

[Bodie Hart (DELETED 9028)]

She seemed down for the count, and running was really the best plan but Mr.Sticky fingers was patting the woman and down and Bodie was rising to her feet. Ready to bolt. They didn't get far, not far at all, Otto's face just about meeting the ground, his body slamming hard as a hand clawed and grabbed, dragging him bodily back. The woman was on him, scrambling up his slight frame to sit atop him like she were the king of the ******* castle. Bo wasn't about to be some dirty rascal, no, this ***** needed to learn just to stay down. "Oh, come on!" She growled, lunging for the woman, an arm locking around her throat as she yanked sideways, putting her whole body into the mission to drag her sideways off of Otto. It was ALMOST successful, other than Bodie landing painfully on her hip, already feeling where the bruise would blossom bright purple across her pale skin. Her head bounced lightly against the ground, just enough to make her feel disorientated for one, vital second. The woman was flailing desperately and Bodie wasn't far behind, her legs wrapping up, heels kicking and digging downwards to try and catch at the woman.

The feeling of power was within her veins, that singing, burning feeling of adrenaline that she got from getting mouthy with a Killer. Some part of her mind knew that she could flip the switch, release that barely contained energy and crush the woman in her arms, a brutal hug that would have ribs cracking. Just a simple squeeze of her arms, that was all it would take and the temptation was real. Her grip tightened, a premeditated warning of what she could really do.

[Otto Elias (DELETED 8999)]

It had been a while since Otto Elias had gotten down and dirty with a girl like this. Not too long, of course, as he had only gotten into a fight over something similar just last week, but it had been long enough. The mental realization almost made the boy smirk as he was straddled underneath the taller, larger woman, and upon noticing, the female scowled and prepared to wipe the smirk right off his face. But she never got the chance to. Behind the arms that came up to try and block whatever blow was next, Otto caught a glimpse of movement and arm around throat, feeling the shift of weight and then the disappearance of weight altogether as the woman was pulled off him by Bodie’s not so coordinated come to rescue.

The opportunity for movement was given and Otto took it with open arms. Rolling onto his side, he took a quick breath before pushing himself up to sit and to stand once again. Blue eyes fell upon the two woman, Bodie holding the other in a tight lock that looked nothing less than threatening. Learning from his previous mistake, he knew there was no point in grabbing at anything valuable. While she was restrained, Otto took the time to speak, squatting down to be more in height with her.

“I’ll pay everything off in just a few days. Three days, even,” he offered. A thin trail of blood slid down the side of his face, the bright red contrasting greatly with the paleness of his skin. He couldn’t feel a piece of glass or rock wedged somewhere into his face, but he couldn’t feel that much of anything in that moment. Maybe she’d scratched him, but maybe she hadn’t.

“Fine,” she spat with a roll of her eyes. Business was business and money was money after all. Otto knew that if he failed to pay up this time around, he’d land himself in the exact same situation, but the woman wouldn’t be the one being held down. “Just get this ***** off me, and give me my **** back.”

By then, it was only fair. Otto dug around in his pockets for the necklace (which probably wasn’t even real gold, he realized), the wallet, and the plastic bags. He held them out, and signaled Bodie to release the woman with a nod of his head. His nausea was catching up with him again, and then he was dry-heaving over the woman’s lap. Luckily - or, unluckily, depending on the way he looked at it - nothing rose from the back of his throat. There was nothing left, after all.

[Bodie Hart (DELETED 9028)]

The appearance of Otto's young, wide-eyed face before her helped Bodie to focus and reign it in. He reminded her of someone, a kid she knew growing up, all long limbs he had to grow into and gentle nature. The kid got picked on a lot, and Bodie felt a sort of need to protect him against the big bad world. She got a few bruises and bloody noses for her efforts, but those who wanted to pick on the weak kid with a kind heart got a hell of a lot worse. She had to remind herself that this boy wasn't the same, this was one wily little street urchin with a sneaky side and a bad attitude. Bodie thought she might actually like that better, he could hold his own... Sort of. How had the clumsiest woman in the world ended up playing pitbull in a back alley negotiation? Her breathing slowed as they spoke, the angry woman in her arms submitting, giving up the struggle somewhat with the promise of giving Otto the required time if she got herself stuff back and if Bodie let her go.

The woman considered it for a handful of moments, but when Otto gave the signal to give up the ghost on the whole wrestling bitches on the ground thing, well, she did. Her arms fell away, Bodie scuffing her boots against the ground to back up so she could roll to her feet, scraping her knee against the ground as she did so. "Ah, ****, there goes another pair of tights!" Bo groaned, dragging herself up the rest of the way, brushing away dirt and grime as best she could. It was about the third brush of hands over her clothes when she finally noticed Otto wasn't making a successful getaway. No, that would be too useful. Instead of bolting the guy was literally heaving over the woman, nothing come up but she still squirmed and groaned in disgust to get away. Bo wasn't interested in hanging around to see if something eventually would come of his convulsing digestive tract, grabbing the boy around the bicep and tugging him after her as she started heading up the alleyway. "Bail, kid, just ******* bail." She hissed back at him, wiggling her fingers sweetly towards the woman, "Later Princess!"