Genevieve knew way too many people, yet not one of those people knew her by her real name. She gave a different name to everyone she came across, her hair was always a different color. People usually couldn’t keep track of her, well unless you ran in her group of troublemaking friends. They called themselves Wild Flowers, dangerous and reckless. Yet at the same time wildly beautiful and full of life. They thrive off scamming people, stealing shit, tattoos, drugs, and parties. They are the people your conscience tells you to stay away from, but you can’t help but wonder what it’s like to be them.

Gigi sat on the roof of the current abandoned apartment complex they were inhabiting. It was a place Gigi wouldn’t mind eventually calling home, because they’d been there for the past three months and in those few months it looked more lived in then it had probably ever looked. They were on the outskirts of Las Vegas. She could feel the light vibration of the music under her feet from the wild party that was still underway.

Life for them was one big party, but to keep it that way certain things had to be done right. Deals had to be made, business had to constantly be done. “Vonie.” Chully called to her voice calm and steady. She often was lost in her thoughts. She took a deep breath in realizing she was teetering on the ledge, she’d been pacing back and forth. “He’s here.” Chul said simply as a man walked onto the roof, he looked rough as hell like he’d just been released from prison. Chul didn’t seem to trust him and so instead of leaving Gigi alone like he usually did he waited there.

Chul was like the body guard of their group, he’d take the fall when people got in trouble. There was no one more loyal to the Wild Flowers then Chul. “They told my you were something but damn baby, your hot as hell.” The man smirked as he walked up to Gigi her eyes flicked from Chul to the man again.

“Cut the shit, Skully, that’s what they call you right?” the man nodded at Gigi’s words. “What do you have for me?” she asked sharply, she was used to dealing with guys that treated her more like a piece of meat then an actual human being.

“Yeah, yeah.” He said shoving a booklet at her. “This is easy money princess.” He said as Gigi flipped through the booklet full of magazine subscriptions. “It’s simple, your go door to door with your group of heathens and you get the money for the subscriptions up front. You get your money they never get their mags.” He shrugged. “Now give me what I want.” He said and she walked over to a duffle bag unzipping it and pulling out a zip lock bag full of Meth, tossing it to him. He smirked wickedly. “I didn’t think you’d really be good for it, where’d you get it?” he asked and she tossed the booklet on her duffel bag.

“Fuck off, that’s where I got it.” She spat a devilish smirk on her lips as the man was quick to draw a gun. Chul was faster as he came up behind the man placing a knife to his neck. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t come here to die tonight.” Gigi smirked. “So why don’t you go and Chully here won’t kill you.” The man nodded before Chully shoved him towards the door.

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Excuse me can you tell me the worst thing you've heard about me
Maybe that I'm a little harlot homicidal queen
You know I heard that I don't belong in this scene
Sex, metal, barbie, whore, attention fiend
You know I heard that I'm a haters dream
Low class, white trash, I'm so obscene
You know I heard that I should be ashamed
Still they hold their fists in the air screaming my name
Baby go ahead
I'll be your hatred and your pain
This is killing us all
I don't care if I fall
We're the dying, we are the damned
Baby go ahead
I'll be the villain you can blame
I'll be the belle of the brawl
Be the lust in us all
I'm the diva of the damned

Music blared through the one earbud that worked drowning out all sound to Quincy’s left, her mind wandering, the music taking her thoughts a little darker than usual. From where she sat on the edge of the roof she could feel the vibrations from the music below, sending electric like shocks up her spine.

The wind swept over the roof, picking up pieces of Quincy’s soft golden locks as she watched the scene unfold in front of her like a bad telenovela. A scarlet smile slid across her face as Vixen manhandled a large man whose name she didn’t bother to remember. She took a long pull off of her joint, and held. This was her new favorite, a special order of God’s gift, a blend of 90% Indica and 10% Sativa that relaxed and energized at the same time. When her lungs burned and could no longer hold the smoke, she released a slow breath.

”What’s all this about Gigi?” Vixen asked. Before Gigi could answer however, Bobby swept in like the devil in dented armor he was. Quin felt a lightness float over her and she giggled as she pictured Bobby really wearing armor.

"Let's find out,” He started before flipping through the pamphlet and continuing “It's good. Should make us a bit. Just need some of us to dress up like good church going folks." Bobby said with a grin that was infectious. Quincy arched a perfectly curved brow in his direction before standing, straightening out her black knee length dress, and curtsying in his direction.

“I think little ol’ me can handle that part” she said with a wink.

"Now, who wants to do some shots of whatever poison we got lying around down there?" Bobby said said.

“Oh god yes, I am desperate need of a shot. Puff?” She asked as she offered him the joint with a grin.