idk how many of u still follow me but i came back and moved

     it wasn’t the type of place she had found herself in before but not one she hadn’t thought she would find herself. reagan had always had a flare for dramatics, an insatiable rebellious streak. it was only  matter of time before she ended up in a cess pool like the garage. brown eyes watched as  bodies rolled and gyrated, one eyebrow cocked as a girl approached her, asking her if she wanted a private dance. one hand waved the girl off, the other pulling an illegally obtained brandy to her lips. several songs passed before a man was approaching, offering a ‘he will see you now’ as if this was some knock off, god father remake. with a sigh, she rose, following the goon back into where she could only assume the offices were.

     leo had been set on making his place a sex den, fully married to the idea of not emerging for days. . . but if it was adventure he wanted who was she to turn him down. “wonders of detroit? does that include being shot? i hear that happens a lot ‘round these parts and i’d rather not die. .  i’m up for a grammy, y’know?” though, frankly how could he forget. she took the chance to remind everyone she could as often as she could. perhaps being humble wasn’t her strong suit. with a groan, she rose, one hand to her back as if she were older than the city itself.