Omarion

The loud noise (music?) that blared at me from the speaker system and scent from the smoke machines at the corners of the club put me on edge. Memories of the last time I had been here came at me like the nightmares I had almost every night in my cell. I should have let Largo come in without me first.

“How you doing?” Large asked but he knew. Of course he knew.

I shook my head. “Remind me of what Whitehall looks like. I need something to focus on. What did Hexi say he looked like?”

“He’s corpo pale face. Neon blue eyes. Overweight. Slick dressed.”

I glared at the crowd and saw more then enough corporate executives in the crowd that matched that description. “What the hell?! Why are there so many-“

“-There’s a immigrant transplant convention of merchants that have come in recently into the dream realm. Their doing a lot of business in the purple district. The local corpos needed some space from the invader trash.”

“Fuck! Don’t we got enough fucking invaders come in filling up the damn city. Come on. We’ll stake a spot at the bar until we see em.” I said and started pushing and shoving my way to the bar through the crowd.

Only a few young males who tried to push back but they didn’t move me only succeeded in getting pushed aside. But, then a girl got in my way. She looked up at me. Her gaze was magic and lightning. It was like a punch to my gut.

I stared at her and wondered if I was dreaming. She smiled at me taking my hand and leading toward the bar where a empty seat was waiting for me. I found myself seating down staring at her frowning. Largo was behind me ordering a drink not fazed by the girl being here.

I leaned closer toward her. “LB. What are you doing here?”

LB grinned. “I wanted to see you, Sugar and help you out a bit.”

I waved away her comment. “I’m good. I’m just a little rusty. You doing alright?”

LB snorted in laughter. “I’m fantastic baby. Cy is taking me out after he gets off work tonight. It’s our anniversary. You got a long night ahead for you though, cowboy.” She said and looked over at a tall Corpo in blue blazer suit and description of Whitehall.

Whitehall was also standing next to some Strag in thin hot pink dress looking for Jon to turn into some fast credits. A big sum-ah-bitch tall alien with green eyes was standing close to him. He most be the bodyguard. He had elemental fire-kin eyes with a black Mohawk dressed in a tight black suit. Folding his ass wasn’t going to be easy but I wasn’t going to back away from the challenge. I nodded my head. “I do. A lot of aliens in town lately around here.”

LB nodded and reached into her leather jacket pocket. She pulled out a physical silver ebs card and held it out to me. “Sure is. Would you do me a solid?”

“Which one? Already got a job on one of them.” I said.

“The big one and two other assholes outside. I saved up 35 ebs on my account.” She said.

“I’m on your zone.” I held out my hand and she placed it on my palm. I felt a change in hand as it closed around the card and I quickly pocketed it away.

LB gave me a kiss on the cheek before she grinned at me and then walked away swaying her hips as she disappearing into the crowd.

Largo tapped my shoulder. “Bro. We got trouble-“

I frowned at his tone and turned to see Cooper and his brats rolling in to the club. Cooper took one look at me and stared. I didn’t have time for this shit.