Two Weeks On...

Two weeks later, my role within the crew was quickly decided. Since I had no commitments, in a sense, I was glued to Jimmy's side. That was fine with me, he supplied me with whatever I needed. Whether it would be smokes, drugs or alcohol, I had a constant supply. In a way I didn't like using him like this, but he pushed my objections away.

“Your are valued to me, Az. I have to make sure you're in good nick, eh?”

I wasn't entirely sure of what he meant by that. If he wanted me in good nick, why didn't he cut the line? I mean, my intake of the stuff should destroy me, constantly consuming more than enough alcohol to kill a horse in a week. Still, didn't mean that it was all fun and games. We had shit to deal with. There had been a lot of...disturbances lately, and that concerned me. My area was a quiet one, at best, things only flared up the summer months. It was November, and a cold one at that.

“Fiends never sleep.” That was Tetron's motto. I think he was a bit of a philosopher, always coming with a quote or two at random moments. Tetron. He was a wizened old fool, in my opinion, always with the quotes, always on the scotch. He reminded me of a pissed monk, at times. I remember the old priest I see on school trips to the local church back when I was a child. The two acted so alike it was uncanny. He had a thing for kicks as well, so he was a sort of Buddhist monk in a way. At least he weren't a preacher, like Pews. True to his name, he was a devout Catholic, and wore his cross with pride. He would read a bible passage out loud every day, whether or not of it's relevance. If it weren't for his love of hoods and tracksuits, I'm sure he would wear the collar. God only knows.

One Saturday night, during what seemed to be a regular piss up at Jimmy's, most of the crew were in full raving mode. The music was loud, the cocktails strong, and the pounding headache I had that night would just not stop. I took refuge in the 'Stone Shed', a wooden hut at the back of the garden. I sat in a deck chair, and rolled up another joint. At least it helped, to a point. I had put the Hi-Fi on a station which mellow music was the order of the day. Love songs and chilled grooves, just what I needed. There was a knock on the door.

“Az, you in there?” It was Lady K.

“Come in.”

Lady K swooned in, her favourite tipple in one hand, two glasses in the other.

“Jimmy was wondering where you had got to, so I thought I would take a look around.”

“With a bottle of vodka and a couple of glasses? Looking to get me drunk darling?” She merely giggled, filling the glasses up and handing one out to me. I took it, and set it on the table, picking up the beer bottle in the process.

“So, hows your face?”

“not too bad, still twinges when I laugh though.”

“That just means that your still alive. Oh, Intel wanted to know if you wanted that Nokia he's got.”

“Uh huh, I'll chat to him about that tomorrow. Can't be arsed with business right now.”

“Fair enough.”

We sat in silence for a while, the laughs of the others drifting across from the house. I took a moment to take concept of the situation I was in. Here sat a beautiful, if drunk, girl who, according to Intel, had a thing for me, and here sat me feeling at my shittest. It didn't look good to me, plus the Joints I had been self medicating on weren't having the effect I needed. K was fiddling with her phone. Texting, by the look of it. I let her on, not really in the mood for conversation.

“Az.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you like me?”

“what do you mean?”

“as in 'I want to be in bed with you' sort of like.”

Erm....hell yes! was my first thought, but I wasn't an arse, so I took something a little conservative.

“Well...yeah, I do.”

“Really?! Then why haven't you said something? Every other wank-stain I come across always try and pull me, yet your the first bloke I know who hasn't. How come?”

“Because I ain't a wank-stain, love.”

“oh.”

Hmm, nice. I get a 'oh' for not trying. Real fucking nice.

“What about you? DO you like me?”

She giggles slightly, fiddling with the zip of the hoodie she was wearing. “I suppose so, I mean you impressed me the night we first met. And you have been a nice guy to me. I've never known anyone willing like you before.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you're always on the road, picking up this and that, doing favours for those fuckers without any question. And yet, you never expect anything in return.”

“well maybe I should start charging then.” I said with a chuckle. She laughs too and leans in to kiss me on the cheek. I turned my face at just the right moment, her lips touching mine. She pulls away, then comes back for more. I replied with a kiss back, and soon we were all over each other. She climbs on top me, straddling my legs. I wrap my arms around her waist, hands feeling their way around her back. She pulls the shoulders of top away from mine, and reaches down to pull my t-shirt up. I started undressing her, pulling at her zip.

Suddenly K pulls away, throwing her hood on the other chair “DO you want me, Azrael Angel?”

“I do.”

“then come here.”

I stand up from my seat, reach for her. I pull her into my arms, noticing the smell of her perfume. I could fell hands underneath my top. I felt her breath against the crook of my neck. She tugged at my shirt, and I lifted my arms. Topless, I slid the straps of her vest down her arms. She threw my tee to the side, and went for the buckle on her jeans.

Damn, I thought, this girl really does like me. I reached for the clasp on her bra, snapping it away. I've known this girl for two weeks now, and I was about to share a 'bed' with her. I couldn't help but smile.

“What're you smiling at?”

“Oh nothing, babe.” I kiss her passionately, her returning the favour. I felt the weight of my jeans slip away, and a cool breeze wafting against my legs. I was unusually warm that night, but I weren't complaining. I lowered her jeans, and reached for her. I could tell of her excitement, and that got me going too. I hooked the straps of her thong, and pulled gently on them. She had her hand against my crotch, and smiled.

“Mmm, someone's in a good mood.”

“That maybe,” I said, and lowered her body to the floor. “At least the feeling is mutual.” She giggles at that, slips her hand inside the elastic of my boxers.

The following morning, I emerged from the Shed to have a smoke. Lady K was on the floor, resting on the leather jacket I owned, her hood covering her modesty. I closed the door, and went to the house to get a coffee. The carnage of last was evident all over the semi, bottles and cans peppered the scene. Tame's dark mass enveloped the arm chair he slept in. Arch, bless her soul, had collapsed on the dining table. There were noises coming from the kitchen, so I went in.

“Good morning Az.” Jimmy welcomed.

“Morning, good night?” I returned, putting the kettle on. HE nodded. “Cuppa?” I asked.

“yeah go on then. Toast?”

“Erm... yeah, please.”

“two slices?”

“No, four.”

“Four?”

“Yeah, K's out back in the Shed.”

“Oi oi, get lucky then, mate?”

“maybe,” I said with a smile.

“You cheeky bugger!” Jimmy laughed. That was the thing with Jimmy, calling someone cheeky whenever they get lucky, never minded it though. I think he liked the gossip.

“so, go on, what happened?”

“TO be honest, what happened between me and K is gonna stay that way Jim.”

“Not even a rating?!”

“Not even that.”

“Damn, must have been good then.” I had to laugh at that, he was good at clocking on to things. TO tell you the truth I did tell him what happened a few days later, but by then everyone knew, so it wasn't really a big secret.

“where's everyone else?” I asked.

“oh, here there and everywhere.”

“same as usual then, eh?”

“yeah, something like that.”

I finished up the coffee, making enough for Jim, K and myself, and stubbed the cigarette in an ashtray. Jimmy had just finished making the toast so I grabbed a plate and went out back. WE sat on the patio furniture, lighting up a cigarette. I noticed Pews in corner, huddled up to a beer bottle.

“That guy is strange one.”

“who?” Jimmy asked.

“Pews, sat over there with a bottle for a bed mate.”

We both laughed. I heard music coming from the Shed. “K must be awake.” I said, and got up to see her. She was getting her clothes on. I opened the door and went in. She looked up in shock, then realised it was me.

“Oh, hey, where'd you go?”

“Get a bit to eat and have a smoke. Got you a bit too.”

“Oh, sweet, thanks babe.” And leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back, taking hold of her. She held me back, and stood there for a moment and enjoyed each other. It was passionate kiss. She wandered around my lower back, nails stroking my skin.

“Oi, you two love birds gonna come out and eat? Or are you let the toast get cold?” Jimmy shouted out. K and I laughed.

We got out after moment more, then joined Jimmy at the table. We sat and had a cigarette, and caught up with last night's events. Seems Kane had a bit of mad one, doing all sorts of drinking games with Tetron, who's a good holder of his drink. Kane was apparently passed out in the bath, after being sick a few times. Guy's a nut-job. He was always doing stupid shit like that. Excellent little joker though. Always joking around, even though he went to a bit of the extreme sometimes.

Geek got lucky and all. Seems he got a bit frisky with Shade's younger sister, Tam. Tam's a funny one. Not part of the group per-sé, but around whenever we got a session going on. Still, seems everyone had a good night. This group is always together, no matter what. Some of them work and that, but whenever they are off we are forever meeting up.

It takes a lot to be a part of the Angels, as you will see soon. However, it weren't all just blood and lust, but there was a hell of a lot of it in there.

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