Don't Let The Doctor In, I Wanna Blow Off Steam

[Kimmara Freecss]

Valentine's Day 2039, America.

There was nothing Kimmara Axel hated more than public appearances with the lingerie models that she worked with. She hadn't been doing shoots with them for long, but already she felt like the crowd that turned out was sleazy. However, America was usually pretty tame with their bars. There was a lot of security, and this time her and her girls were dressed in real clothing, rather than at a beach in bikinis. Kimmy wouldn't normally wear a bikini anyways - she liked one piece suits much better. After all, they covered her up more. The dress she wore would normally make her very uncomfortable, but the lacy black bandeau underneath the top part made her feel pretty covered. She thought that getting a tattoo on her back would force the company to terminate with her, but she didn't realize they were all for alternative models, and when they wanted the tattoo hidden, they did things like putting her in a closed back dress, using makeup to cover it, or putting her in a black bandeau. Kimmy couldn't believe that they were that clever, then again she'd been with the same few companies for a while, five r six years now. They'd practically raised her alongside her brother. Her mind was a million places from outfits to family when she heard a photographer call her over. Her heels clicked on the smooth tile of the bar and grill. It was late enough in the day that many of the families had left. Older gentlemen sat around drinking with one another now, and some watched sports on the television. The bar had multiple men sitting in chairs, and orders were leaving at a considerably slower rate than when Kimmara had arrived at the restaurant. it didn't bother her, or the other girls who actually worked there. It was Valentine's day after all, and many of them wanted to go home early to get back to their significant others. Kimmy had no one to go home to though; well she could go home to her brother and some take out. Since her and Killy had split up, or not split up, or whatever they were calling what they had right now, she'd been single. Kimmara wasn't even sure if she had been taken in the first place.

With a sigh, the sandy blonde put on a smile and took some photos with the last toddler before her parents and younger brother took her back to leave for home. The husband and wife seemed so happy to be out with their family on Valentine's day. The woman made her way into the back for a moment, where a makeup artist was waiting to touch her eyes up and any other makeup that needed it. As it stood right now it was mainly her lips that needed to be fixed up. After all she was kissing cheeks left and right. After her was done she stood back there for a moment, toying with the bow that accented her high ponytail. She placed a few more bobby pins into the sections that were twisted back to hide that the bow was actually a headband. The expression must have said it all when another model - Luminesta - asked her what was bothering her. Kimmy wanted to spill the beans about Killua, and how while they had more than been physical, he still was not hers. She had no idea what to call what they had been doing. And then his sister found out, and that was a mess. Especially after their huge argument came to light for Killua, who discovered that Mitch had been sleeping with Silas. Kimmara felt like her life was a mess, but all she said to the other model was "Makeup." With an expression that said she was annoyed. With that Kimmara made her way out of the back and into the front. She noticed a drink order sitting on the counter, and looked at the boss with questioning eyes. Kimmy and the other girls had been helping as waitresses as a publicity shoot - it was in exchange for being allowed to do shoots and photos in the restaurant. It was really a win-win for both parties. The girls looked like hard workers and got to talk to the general public, and the managers got a huge revenue from it. Kimmara hadn't been serving much that day, and her silence and stutter had gotten awes and other noises of appreciation from those she did serve to. The blonde hadn't realized just how much her stutter was considered an endearing quality.

Grabbing the tray of drinks, Kimmy took a few deep breaths and headed toward the table that the boss had told her was where they belonged. She was so busy thinking of what she was going to say that the didn't notice the bar stool that was left pushed out. It only took a small bump for her to loose a considerable amount of balance. Luckily she caught herself on the counter, but the tray with the three alcoholic beverages on it went flying into a man's lap. Her blue orbs widened, the icy colored irises making their way to meet eyes with the man whom shed manage to spill the drinks on. This reminded her of the situation she'd landed herself in with Killy - but she was sure that by his angry expression he wasn't going to kiss her for what she did. Kimmy rushed to his side, grabbing napkins to help clean him up. "I-I'm s-s-s." She could barely choke out the words. "I'm sorry." She said, moving to help him, hoping he wasn't too drunk, or angry.

 

[Aeron Freecss]

Aeron Freecss was not a happy camper. Not that he ever was one. But still, it was not like him to be so pissed while out on a job. After all, anger hindered the serious mentality and clouds one's judgment, which was not a good thing considering his own line of work. The 23-year-old man needed to keep his head cool despite the unpleasant things he was hearing and seeing. The assassin was currently in a bar that was celebrating Valentine's Day with women in lingeries and bikinis wandering about where he was to accomplish a simple enough job to get information on one of Alec's target. Aeron was not immune to the charms of a woman, but at least he could keep his pants on when it mattered, unlike a few others. For example, the man he was tailing for the night. The man was married and even had children of his own which was currently in the celebration not even twenty feet away from where they were standing, and yet Aeron could easily hear several grunts and multiple sounds coming from the other side of the wall that would lead the way to the toilets. This was not a pleasant night for him indeed, especially considering that he had not been captivated by a woman and nor had he gotten one in his bed for a long while. And so, frustration, whether it was connected to his lack of sexual life was still unknown to him, welling up from him, the man decided to call it a night and spend time at the bar and get one strong drink after another.

Aeron was barely past his fourth drink when he had caught sight of the man he had been tailing earlier taking a picture of his child with one of the models for the night. But instead of risking a loss of control for his temper, the blonde had decided to instead keep his eyes on the model. She was a beauty and it his mildly intoxicated mind, he could just picture spending the night with her, wondering on how she would look and how she would sound. The eldest Freecss had kept his eyes on the model as if he was a predator stalking his prey, and stalk his prey he did. After all, she seemed suitable with that air of innocence and mystery around her, the former being much more potent than the latter. As soon as the woman disappeared from his line of sight, Aeron continued in downing his drinks as he let the time flow while he thought of the information he had gathered during the week. Surely it would be enough for Alecto otherwise, Aeron would be the one having a target with no monetary payment and instead one that would save him from irritation and headache. The 22-year-old did not know how much time had passed for he was only snapped out of his reverie when cold liquid was doused upon his torso and legs which was not an all too pleasant experience either. Seriously, could his night get any worse than this?! With much irritation, Aeron glared at the person who dared to spill drinks on him. "What the hell is your problem?!" he growled at the woman in red that he now recognized as his prey earlier. That didn't alleviate his anger though as he looked at her with a stone cold gaze. "You are going to pay for this," he told her with a glint on his eye as the predator he is. Oh, he will make her pay indeed.
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[Kimmara Freecss]

Kimmy's bow ad moved slightly down on her forehead. She adjusted it back with her free hand. Her mind flashed back, and instinct caused her face to grow hot. She could feel her body becoming warm knowing how the last encounter ended. Come to think of it, something about the angry gentleman she refused eye contact with reminded her of Killua. However, her blonde boy toy was much gentler, kinder, and charming - at least most of the time. In their most private moments he was less than that, and so was she. It was the way they behaved though, friends and in those instances maybe just a bit more. If Killua was here he'd probably have told the man off by now. Killy was protective of her after all, at least she felt protected by him. And not in the way that Silas protected her. No, Killy wasn't over protective, he encouraged her to try new things. Like the tattoo she'd gotten, she'd gotten it to get out of modelling and he'd been all for it, so long as he was the only one seeing it she supposed. After all, no one else would - she thought.

Kimmara was snapped out of her five second train of though, still staring at the man's belt buckle. She didn't know how to respond to his anger. She couldn't even say she was sorry after his final, icy words. Instead she felt an unfamiliar queasy feeling. She could feel his eyes boring into her hair, and finally looked up. "I p-promise, I will pay for your d-dry cleaning and every...thing!" Her voice was rushed, but she still stuttered. She moved up, not bothering to clean his lap any further, remembering how it'd caused Killua to react. She did not want the same attention from the man. At least she didn't think she did. She was more than confused with her hormones as it was. Another model walked by and saw the scene, saying that she would tell the boss that she would be late getting the dress back. Not that it mattered to the designer, she thought. After all, they would never be used again in a photoshoot. In fact she had many of the things she'd worn for photoshoot that were to be thrown out. "I-I'm sorry." She said with a finalized tone that clearly said that she had submitted to the fact that he was angry. She had nothing to fear after all, right. She grabbed more towels and handed them to him and turned to leave for outside. She needed fresh air after that incident.
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[Aeron Freecss]

Aeron absolutely hated bumbling buffoons and stuttering idiots. He viewed them as cowards that had been branded with stupidity. Two traits that can never be found in his line of work. There was no margin for error and no room for sincere pleasantries. It was a world of kill of be killed. Literally. It just so happened that he was frequently the former though he did not doubt that something would cause his downfall eventually. And not just his. But his family. It wasn't a family business for nothing after all. He doubted that their youngest would get caught in it though. She was like this stupid woman after all. An innocent mess. But this girl was also nothing like Hanna. While she knew she was not an assassin, she at least still held confidence. While this girl was most definitely an eyesore.

Aeron's gaze bore into the woman as she fumbled along her words. Couldn't she even say anything straight. He scoffed when she had finally finished her words. "The dry cleaning would not even cost you a hefty sum. This humiliation you have caused me is what you need to pay for," his voice laced with venom. He merely threw the towels away from him when she had tried to get away from him after that poor excuse of an apology. He followed her until she was outside and slammed the door behind him. "I could think of many ways to make you pay, give me a reason why I shouldn't do some of them," he said lowly as he approached her, his face stoic but his eyes showing the anger. It was unjustified and it was probably alcohol that was causing his actions. But he couldn't care any less. This night had to be one of the worst.
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[Kimmara Freecss]

Kimmara didn't mean to look like such an idiot, but her emotions combined with her natural stutter was a hard lined combination that made her look a fool. Rather than apologizing for embarrassing him, she figured fleeing was her best response. What did the man mean she had to pay for that? She was a bit terrified of the thought of how much money that could cost. Sure she was a model but she wasn't rich - at least she didn't consider herself such. Once the door slammed shut Kimmy knew she was in rather deep Hippogriff dung. "Crap!" She whispered to herself before turning to face the man that had the guts to follow her out.

Kimmara's chest moved rapidly, and her eyes traced dull scenery to find an escape. Though the gated in garbage area blocked her off - the only door to freedom was back into the bar, which he stood in front of. "Li-listen please!" She put her hands out in front of her. "I d-don't have a lot of money, I c-c-can't repay you." She spoke with a quivering tone. Was he going to kill her? She was sure he was going to kill her. "P-please, I c-can get money though!"