Gaming The System: Gaming The System Bk 1 by Mayhem Parker & Mayhem Parker

Author:Mayhem, Parker & Mayhem, Parker [Mayhem, Parker]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

Ch 18 Lenox

Two shitty couches and a scratched table that wobbled every time you even looked at it. That was the Reaper's break room. All the busted, sorry ass hand-me-downs from the officers. Probably retaliation for the second rate mods and upgrades they expected the officers to work with. Couldn't take it out on management so they sent the shit their way. No doubt the assholes loved that. It was more of a junkyard than an actual break room, and right then it felt more like home than her own house.

Lenox sat a bottle of halfway decent whiskey on the table and looked at the red plastic party cup next to it. She grabbed the bottle and twisted off the cap. She paused halfway to the cup, the bottle tilted, ready to pour.

Fuck it.

Lenox held the bottle to her lips and drank. She reached out and, with one finger, slid the flimsy cup aside. Still holding the bottle, she turned around and hopped up on the table while taking another deep drink. The burn was almost as good as the girl the other night. Almost.

The way she felt under her fingers. The girl's soft skin, so delicate, so fragile under her hands. The black painted fingernails scraping across her flesh. Lenox closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to get back into that moment.

It felt so good. So amazing to forget everything and just live. Just be herself. Lenox exhaled slowly, the memory fading, taking the high with it. For a moment, she swore she could still smell the cheap perfume. Definitely beneath the girl, but somehow that made it more appealing. Gritty.

Lenox tipped back the bottle again as the last of the scent faded too. God, she wanted that again. Needed it. She’d opened Pandora’s stupid box and it was consuming her.

There would be others. There always were. Some random hook up that eventually led to more. That's what it was really about, at least for her. The chase. Not about how pretty they were, or how good. It was that thrill of the hunt. Problem was, none of them, could compare to her.

Always her.

She took another drink. She should go out, find herself another one, take her mind off the last. Feel good and ride the high. Maybe Brevek was right? She had a problem. No, that was ridiculous, Reapers didn't have problems. She had it under control.

Lenox pulled one foot up on the table, took another drink, and sat the bottle next to her. She just needed to relax, get her head cleared. If she went out hunting now, she'd slip up again. For sure.

Lenox dug in her pocket for a small tin and lighter. she opened it, inhaling deeply, she pulled out a tightly rolled joint and pressed it between her lips. The lighter sparked then lit and she held it to the paper.

Sucking the last hiss of air between her teeth, she held her breath, before slowly exhaling. Her fingers knocked against the bottle, she'd almost forgotten it was there.

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