Oh fuck. Everything is spinning.

The music rumbles in Lynx's ears like drums are inside him, making him growl under his breath and the alcohol in his veins pump harder; hotter. He feels like he's in a fucking sauna, his pupils dilated and his fingers shaking. But damn him if it isn't an exquisite feeling. Shutting out everything inside his head—just feeling empty. An emptiness he can fill with whatever he wants. Alcohol, drugs, some pretty girl shaking her ass on his cock.

Anything but his mother's screams and his little sister's cries. The visions that haunt his dreams; the ones where his hands are red and sticky with the blood of the man who once called himself his father.

The club is packed, and Lynx's shoulders bump into people he doesn't even know as he walks to a spot where they already know him too well. Phantom is getting big, damn, Grim may be a shitty leader at times, but everyone knows he's got enough charisma and strength to make the whole fucking city know that if ghosts show up, it means danger.

"Bro, you look like shit," chuckles Soren, who is leaning casually against the wall of the... entertainment area. "Rough night?"

"You have no idea," Lynx replies, grabbing the cigarette that decorates Soren’s fingers and taking a long drag that fills his lungs with delicious and painful smoke. "Hey, about your girl..."

The room is dimly lit, and the scent of her wafts through. The little thing sitting on the edge of the bed with a pout on her face and a white fur coat that doesn't seem to belong to her. She smells sweet and sinful; something that makes his cock start to swell with images of painting that frown on her face with his cum.

"I’ve been told you’re a difficult girl," Lynx murmurs, approaching her with slow but sure steps; like a cougar approaching a fawn. "Let me tell you, sweetie, in your line of work, being difficult is not an option."

He grabs her chin hard enough to make her look at him, with those eyes that seem to want to kill him. "Let’s go over a couple of lessons together."

He pulls a small bag of cocaine from his pocket, and grabbing a bit of the powder with his pinky finger, he inhales deeply. "You’re going to suck my dick. But like you really want to, ‘kay?" A smile slides across his lips. "And, Bubblegum? I’m not Xaden."

He leans in toward her. "If you bite me, I swear I’ll bite you back. And you’re not going to like it, believe me."