- Chapter 1 pt 2 (it wouldn't let me edit the other.)
- March 6th, 2014
Videla grabbed her gun and stuck it in her hidden holster under her jacket as she got dressed. Bud just lifted his head from his spot on the bed and looked at her with a half yawn half whine, but stayed where he was. To say that he looked like hell was an understatement. She hadn't lied that Bud wasn't feeling well, but nothing she could do right now. She kissed his head, grabbed her keys, and walked out of the door she hadn't but just locked the door when a hand landed past her head on the wall. She sighed.
"what do you want?" she asked without looking.
"You know what I want." a heavily drunken voice said behind her. She turned around looking at him.
"You're drunk again." Videla stated bluntly. She shoved past him. "I'm late, go away." She hurried to her motorcycle, a beautiful red and black bike. When she got it up and going, she took the shortest route she knew. When she got to the shop, it was already packed. The parking lot was completely full. Even the surrounding businesses were packed. She sighed, knowing it was going to be a long day already. While she knew what was going on, she had no clue as to what was going on inside. She wondered why so many people were here so early. She parked around the back of the compound and vivaciously parked her bike, went inside and looked for the manager of the place. who was standing by a large table with some blue prints on it. He looks at Videla when she walks up.
"I got here as quick as I could. He was drunk again and stalled me for a minute." she states.
"Doesn''t surprise me probably reaks of the stuff." The man grumbled.
(all I could come up with for now.)