Chapter 31: A Questionable Way To Go About Gaining Strength

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: A Questionable Way To Go About Gaining Strength

*BAM*

The doors of the Cotton Club were kicked in, making everyone in the area stand on edge.

Everyone residing in this burrow knew how turbulent Harlem had become since the Luciano family took over and were prepared for anything at this point.

Instinctively, everyone reached under the table, including the bartender, who let out a relieved sigh when he realized there was no immediate threat upon recognizing the figure.

"Someone give me a bottle of whatever." Ricky didn't care for the anxious expressions and ordered, plopping down onto the chair next to the two old black men.

Ricky had eventually learned the names of these two old souls which were Otis and Rufus, the drunkards of his cotton club.

"You scared us there, Slick!" Otis slapped Ricky's back while Rufus patted his forehead with his handkerchief.

"Seriously Slick, you could've knocked." Rufus gestured only for both the old souls to break out in laughter at the irony of his words.

"Here's your usual Slick." The bartender placed a simple old fashioned whiskey with bitters, sugar, and a twist of citrus rind.

Downing in one full breath, the two old men were surprised while gazing at each other since Ricky always made a joke at this time.

'Say something.' Otis mouthed with his lips but Rufus shook his head in an aggressive manner after understanding.

'No way, you do it-'

"Slick, are you alright there?" The bartender glared at the two of them, gazing at his new boss who tapped his drink while the bartender went to refill his drink.

"Buddy of mine, he-" Ricky tried to tell them only for the words to be stuck in his throat as the three of them immediately understood without him needing to finish.

"Sh*t." Otis and Rufus both said in unison, patting Ricky's back while seeing how his expression was on the verge of crumbling.

"Death is a hell of a b*tch."

"Hell of a b*tch."

They both shook their heads, having lived long enough to witness the deaths of not only those around them but also those close to them.

"But listen here Slick, you could deal with your problems, but you can do all that tomorrow." Otis suddenly gave questionable advice to the impressionable Ricky while Rufus nodded along.

"That old bag of bones there is right, instead of wallowing, why don't you celebrate his life." Rufus patted his shoulder as Ricky downed his newly poured Old Fashioned, then grabbed Otis's straight-up whiskey and downed it as well.

"You're right, I'll put off getting stronger for a little bit and loosen up!" Ricky easily folded under their words, the two of them nodded before realizing what he said.

"Stronger, what is this white boy talking about-"

"Shhhhhh Otis, let him have this one."

2 hours later,

Arriving at the Cotton Club with his trumpet, Booker adjusted his freshly pressed suit while studying his reflection in the mirror.

"Today's the day, Booker. Today's the day you prove you belong headlining at the Cotton Club." Booker encouraged himself, taking a deep breath before donning a confident smile and picking up his trusty old trumpet.

"Puahahahahaha!" Laughter echoed behind him, and Booker turned to see the famed 'Mills Brothers,' also headliners at the club.

They were all black men hailing from Mississippi, their blues performances captivating audiences and establishing them as up-and-comers in the area.

"Well, well, look who we have here, brothers. The rising star himself!" Samuel Jenkings, their lead trumpet player with a thin pencil mustache, remarked, halting in front of Booker with a smirk.

"Hi, I'm Booker Rhodes-"

"Brother, we know who you are." Samuel interrupted, patting Booker on the shoulder while the others chuckled.

"Everyone here knows you're the owner's pet cat, but hey, good on you." Melvin chimed in, offering his own brand of encouragement as Booker frowned.

"The boss's pet?" Booker shifted uncomfortably as Samuel shrugged, strolling over to a nearby couch and flopping down.

"You can play, no doubt about that, but don't kid yourself since you're only on that stage cause the white man put you up there. You didn't really earn it like we did." Samuel said nonchalantly, flashing a wry smile.

"You mean Slick-"

*Snap*

*Snap*

"I told you, I knew that white man's got some fancy name!" Melvin interjected sharply with the snaps of his finger, as Samuel sighed and pulled out a dollar.

"Anyways, good luck out there boy." Samuel saluted him while Melvin scoffed at his friend's words.

"It won't be hard after we got the crowd roaring like dogs-or should I say, cats in heat." Melvin looked at Booker who immediately avoided his eyes while looking to the side while the others started hollering.

Rubbing his shoulder, he walked over to the side of the stage where the crowds were mingling and gazed out the curtain.

"I ain't sveyn drwunk~" Ricky pushed Otis off of him, holding the glass high then pouring it onto his chest, completely missing his mouth.

"Woah there buddy, let's stop here-"

*BURRRRRRRRRRP*

"I gwet it, ysherur asgnsits me too~" Ricky laughed, stretching out his hands as Rufus sighed from the side.

"Kiddo it's not that-"

"Nsho no, I geotsts it, I get's it~" Ricky held up his hands before falling to his knees.

"Arrest me, guilty for grieving!" Ricky yelled at the two who facepalmed while Booker sighed from the side.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GIVE IT UP TO OUR NEWEST HEADLINER BOOKER RHODES!" The announcement suddenly mentioned, pointing to the side as Booker Rhodes had the spotlight shone down onto his nervous body.

The crowd let out roaring applause, wanting to hear the performance that got this rookie onto the stage so quickly as Booker Rhodes walked out onto the stage.

Adjusting his collar, he gazed back at their members who were looking at him with curiosity as he dabbed his forehead.

"Play off my two, alright?" Booker asked while the other members looked at each other, but shrugged and gave him the nod.

"B-Booker, hey I KNOW BOOKER!" Ricky drunkenly pointed at Booker, waving at him before falling onto the table.

Booker let out a nervous chuckle, adjusting his collar once more while the crowd looked at Ricky's scene.

Gulping nervously, Booker gazed out at the sea of faces before him, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

The stage lights cast a warm, amber glow over the crowd, their expectant eyes fixed on him.

Each face blurred into a melting pot of anticipation, their murmurs blending into a distant hum.

Despite years of practice, a wave of stage fright washed over him, freezing him in place as his fingers trembled slightly as he clutched his trumpet, the weight of expectation heavy on his shoulders.

This was the Cotton Club, the pinnacle of jazz in Harlem, where legends were made and broken.

The spotlight felt like a spotlight, magnifying every doubt and insecurity that had ever welled up within Booker.

'I-I can't-'

"YEESUS F*CKING CHRIST BOOKER, PLAY THE DAMN TRUMPET!" Ricky yelled in a drunken slur at Booker who flinched but instinctively clutched his trumpet tight.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as he took a steadying breath, reminding himself of the countless hours spent perfecting his craft, the passion that fueled his music.

With renewed resolve, Booker straightened his posture, his gaze steadying as the crowd intently awaited, their energy palpable.

He closed his eyes briefly, gathering his inner resolve and when he opened them again, his gaze met the expectant faces of the audience with newfound determination.

This was his moment, his opportunity to shine among the legends of the jazz world while taking in a deep breath while filling his lungs to his peak.

Booker's trumpet blared suddenly, its notes cutting through the air with precision and soul.

All attention in the room that hadn't been staring at him shifted over to his figure in that long note, drawn by the magnetic pull of his music.

He was vigorous, preaching out blues as each note he played was infused with the emotion of years spent honing his craft, pouring his heart into every melody.

The crowd, initially restless with anticipation, now swayed and tapped their feet in sync with the rhythm.

The bandmates joined in on his two which Booker wailed into, Booker's nerves dissolved as he immersed himself in the music, his fingers moving effortlessly across the valves of his trumpet.

As he played, Booker's confidence grew with each passing moment while his eyes scanned the room, connecting with individuals who nodded in appreciation or smiled with delight.

This was more than a performance but a conversation, a dialogue between artist and audience.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ricky laughed, applauding at Booker's playing before falling over from the sway of his music.

Booker finished his playing soon after and when he did, the magnitude of the applause was something that even the most innocent would be captivated by.

Bowing, he walked to the side to see some of the Mills Brothers staring at him with questionable glances but instead of giving in to any provocation, he tipped his hat.

"S-Slick where are you going!" A shout occurred while Booker came from the side to see Ricky stumbling out the door.

"I'm trying to feel the edge!" Ricky yelled back with confusing words, before Booker bit his lip but chased after him only to see a shocking sight.

Finding a coat hanger somehow, Ricky was trying to jack a nearby car which made Booker shocked.

"S-Slick, what are you-"

*Burp*

"Booker, hey man, good performance earlier~" Ricky, able to form coherent sentences, complimented in a drunken tone while continuing to jack the car.

"Hey do me a favor, look out for cops~" Ricky then turned back to the car before jerking his hand to the side as the door unlocked.

"I-Isn't that illegal?" Booker gulped, asking Ricky who shook his head in denial.

"Only if we get caught~'' Ricky hiccuped, reaching under and hardwiring the car with the skills taught to him by Lucky.

"WE-"

*VROOOOOOM*

Ricky started to car, laughing hysterically before closing the door and rolling down the window.

"You coming or?" Ricky asked, taking out a flask he swiped from Otis as Booker shook his head.

"No way-"

"Suit yourself." Ricky shrugged, skirting off into the distance without any regard for traffic laws.

Swerving left and right, it wasn't known if he was intentionally hitting mail boxes but after the third one it seemed to be a common occurrence.

*CRASH*

The car quickly crashed into a narrow alleyway moments later, bricks tumbling onto the hood as Ricky pushed open the door and stumbled out.

*BLERGH*

Ricky vomited onto the pavement gagging twice more before an insane amount of liquid shot onto the ground below him.

"Oh god~" Ricky wiped his mouth with his coat sleeve, gazing up at the homeless junkies staring at him with freight and confusion.

"H-Hey, give me your drugs~" Ricky gestured, wobbling up to his feet as the junkies weirdly looked at each other.

"Do you know where you are-"

*BAM*

Ricky suddenly kicked the homeless man across the face who was about to reach for his knife while pointing with crazy eyes at the other homeless man.

"GIVE ME YOUR F*CKING DRUGS!" Ricky yelled, the homeless men turning back to see the dead end of the alley before reaching into their coat pockets.

Bags of drugs were thrown at Ricky's feet as he sifted through them, throwing away the weed and heroin until he made his way to the good stuff.

"Oh cocaine, how I've missed you~" Ricky let out a relieved sigh, eagerly unzipping the bag and inhaling the potent aroma of the white powder.

*SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF*

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ricky yelled out, shaking his head before the scenes around him slowly started to morph.

"Maybe I should take another bump, what do you all think?" Ricky, with white powder on his nose, rubbed his teeth as the homeless people looked at each other.

"S-Sure?" One of the homeless men agreed with a reluctant tone and Ricky nodded, dabbing some of it onto his palm.

*SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF*

"What the-" Ricky wobbled in place, his sights becoming hazy after his cross fade set in, the scene before him seemingly mixing into another

"DAMMIT SLICK GET THE F*CK OFF THE LEDGE OF THE BUILDING!"

Looking around, swearing he was in the alleyway only seconds ago, looked around to realize he was on the ledge of the building before rubbing his teeth.

Gazing down, he saw the Harlem residents along with a livid Madame gazing at him as if she would strangle him.

"Why are you here-wait, why do I have a pair of drums?" Ricky questioned, seeing the pair of drums in his hands only to realize that he was wearing only a single pair of pants and nothing else.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY AM I HERE!" Madame screeched at him, Ricky still confused at what was happening.

Literally 5 minutes ago,

*BOP*

"I SWEAR I'LL DO IT, I'LL JUMP UNLESS MADAME COMES DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Ricky yelled to the growing audience of Harlem, banging his drums atop the ledge.

*BOP*

Ricky, with white powder all over his face and nothing but a pair of pants, hit a drum while displaying his crazed appearance to all the onlookers,

"COME OUT MADAME, COME OUT OR I'LL LITERALLY EAT THIS DRUM RIGHT NOW!" Ricky yelled, the onlookers giving him questioning stares and whispering amongst themselves.

*BOP*

Present day,

"You sure?" Ricky asked, scratching his head since he didn't remember anything while looking up at the sky.

"Holy sh*t, it's morning?" Ricky asked, since when he left the club it was around midday meaning he blacked out for the entire night.

"SLICK, YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!" Madame demanded, seeing how Ricky looked sensible but the man-child gazed down skeptically.

"No way, you're gonna yell at me!" Ricky yelled back down as Madame grabbed her hair from the frustration of this man.

"YOUR DAMN F*CKING RIGHT I'M GONNA YELL AT YOU, GET YOUR ASS DOWN OFF THAT LEDGE!" Madame yelled, Ricky throwing the drums to the side before patting his pant pockets.

Raising an eyebrow, Ricky reached into his pocket to take out a pair of his rolled up socks and the bag of half emptied cocaine.

"R-RICKY DON'T YOU DARE!" Madame yelled, seeing Ricky holding a bag that was clearly drugs as he gazed down at her then at the drugs.

Ricky contemplated his options, knowing he'd either have to face Madame somewhat sober or find some newfound courage.

"RICKY I SWEAR-"

*SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSNNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF*

Ricky huffed the bag, the dust flowing into his nose like water downstream as Ricky's entire body shivered intensely.

Wobbling backwards off the ledge, Madame looked at Bumpy who understood almost immediately and bolted into the building.

Rushing up the stairs, his momentum didn't break for even a second before kicking the roof door open to see Ricky psyching himself up.

"Come on, COME ON!" Ricky pumped himself up, hitting his head while jumping up and down before Bumpy widened his eyes.

"SLICK DON'T-"

However it was too late, Ricky suddenly leaped over to the next building before clutching onto the ledge, hanging off of it by one hand.

"YEAH, DID YOU SEE THAT!" Ricky yelled out in excitement, turning back to a pale Bumpy whose face was palmed.

Knowing that he would only cause more trouble if he escaped, Bumpy glanced back at the stairs, imagining a disappointed Madame.

He steeled his eyes and looked forward, determined to face whatever lay ahead.

Backing up a little, Bumpy suddenly ran forward as Ricky widened his eyes but pumped his free arm.

"F*CK YEAH BUMPY, JUMP IT, JUMP IT!" Ricky encouraged his reckless behavior, seeing Bumpy lunge off the ledge but his suit made him inherently slower.

Missing the ledge by a drastic meter, he was about to fall until he grabbed onto Ricky's pant leg which barely holstered him in the air.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Ricky asked, seeing Bumpy barely clinging onto his pant leg.

"Hey my pants are gonna fall-"

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[Do you-

'Yes.' Ricky thought, sitting down at the booth and about to turn over to Everlean only for Azalea to scrunch her brows.

"So 'Ricky' how old are you and what do you do for a living?" Azalea immediately pressed, Everlean turning her head with an angry expression.

"That is incredibly rude Azalea!" Everlean reprimanded, a little disappointed at her sudden integration as the woman immediately looked away in shame.

"Probably something that gives you such strong muscles~" Mayola let out in a tipsy tone and without shame, stroked his arm.

"I'm twenty three and yes I know, baby face." Ricky lied, stroking his chin while Everlean along with Mayola laughed.

"And I work for the truckers union, I sort and organize all paperwork while supervising the mail room." Ricky lied out of his ass though they believed it to be true since it seemed so detailed and on the spot.

"Wow that's so cool~" Mayola lied before seeing Ricky look at Everlean which made her slightly frown.

"I actually have to use the little girl's room, Everlean?" Mayola scooted out of the booth and gazed at Everlean who was slightly anxious.

"I don't' think-"

"It's fine, I'll keep him company." Azalea smiled towards Everlean who wasn't at all reassured.

"Great, come on Everlean." Mayola tugged her towards the side, Ricky waving her goodbye while being dragged towards the girl's bathroom.

"Mayola why are you being so aggressive-"

"Everlean, please, please, please, let me have him!" Mayola immediately begged once they reached the bathroom.

"What are you even talking about-"

"Oh come on Everlean, he totally has the hots for you~" Mayola whined, looking at the mirror to the side and pulling out her makeup.

"He does?" Everlean, the naive and clueless girl of the group, showed a look of surprise which only made Mayola sigh.

"Yes honey, but can't you let me have this one!" Mayola continued, Everlean still shocked at the news.

"I swear, these neighborhood cats have drained the life out of me and I just want one night, one night let loose~" Mayola looked over at Everlean biting her lip since she knew how hard Mayola was having it.

"And besides, you and Milton just broke up, don't you want to take it in before making any big decisions?" Mayola turned back to Everlean who rubbed her shoulder, feeling uncomfortable at her bringing up Milton.

"I guess-"

"Great!"

Meanwhile back at the booth,

"Do you think Everlean is some kind of harlot, one that's easy for you to manipulate." Azalea suddenly accused Ricky who coughed up his drink before laughing.

"Woah, where did that come from?" Ricky was taken aback at the sudden accusation, literally sitting in complete silence of the past three minutes.

Azalea squinted, sitting up and walking over to Ricky with hatred fully glistening within her almond eyes.

"Well it doesn't matter since I won't let Everlean have her heart played with the likes of some white boy." Azalea poked, the system ringing in his head until a carnivorous smile played onto his lips when glancing at the description.

[Mission Received: Azalea Harris]

Difficulty: Easy

Character Sheet: C-

Description: Azalea is secretly in love with her best friend Everlean, however she's desperately afraid of this fact and is content with just being her friend. It might be beneficial to seduce Everlean if you want to have three in your bed.

Objective: Take advantage of Azalea Harris' love and knock her up for it.

Reward: 10,000

Main Mission:

Impregnante Once:

Choose: 50 Gacha or Azalea Harris Skills

Impregnate Twice:

Rewards: ?????????

Additional Missions:

Impregnante Azliee with her first ever time(Completed):

Reward: Rare Equipment Coupon

Get Azilee to beg you to come inside her(Incomplete):

Reward: Rare/Uncommon skill Coupon

Coerce Azilee to confess her love for Everlean after creampieing her(Incomplete):

Reward: Rare Weapon Coupon

Bonus Missions:

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'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, YES!' Ricky couldn't believe what he was reading before gazing back at her scrunching face.

"You're in love with Everlean, aren't you?"

*THUMP*

Azalea's breath went cold, her heart thumped out her chest at the words uttered from Ricky's smug face which caught her completely off guard.

"N-N-No I-" Azalea's face immediately became guilty, Ricky didn't even try to ease into it and bluntly spoke out her most horrifying secret.

"Oh come on, it's obvious and now that you showed such a guilty expression-"Ricky laughed, thinking she might be cute if she didn't look at him as if she wanted to cut out his eyeballs.

"You simply caught me off guard, do you think I'm some sort of fag?!" Azalea pretended, though very poorly, about her preferences.

Ricky could've waited or used it to bag her at a later date, but Ricky had another plan while wiping his nose.

"Fine then let's see what Everlean has to say-"

"NO!" Azalea screamed, some eyes turning towards them until she coughed and regained herself.

"P-Please." Azalea gritted her teeth, grabbing hold of his shirt.

"I-I'll do anything so please don't tell her." Azalea closed her eyes, ready to throw away her dignity if needed.

"Anything?" Ricky asked, slinking his hands down her waist and leaning in but Azalea simply looked up.

"Anything." Azalea confirmed making his sleazy smile extend to its limits.

"How about we help each other out?" Ricky asked, Azalea immediately shaking her head.

"I won't-"

"What if I let you have a turn with Everlean?" Ricky whispered in a seductive tone as Azalea shook violently in desire.

"I know you've thought about being on top of her while she moaned at your will." Ricky continued to sprout the possibility into her ear which made Azalea freeze.

"What do you mean?" Azalea shamelessly asked, gazing in front of her without meeting his eyes as he chuckled.

"I mean, let's get incredibly wasted and have a fun time." Ricky suggested, clearly uninterested if she wasn't willing, as forcing someone wasn't his style.

"And of course, I was kidding when I said that I'd tell Everlean, in fact, I'm wholly confident that I can bag her without your help." Ricky showed his true face to Azalea who clenched her fists together.

"And if I tell her-"

"Azalea, darling, we both know you're too selfish to let go of Everlean since if you truly loved her, then you would've let her go." Ricky revealed his opinion since one-sided love was like this.

People often claim they want the best for their true love, but in reality, they're merely poisoning themselves with that excuse, staying by their side under the guise of 'protection'.

The truth is, they are torturing themselves with a fantasy of unreciprocated affection that will never be fulfilled.

"What would you do?" Azalea selfishness leaked out and Ricky nodded while holding up a couple fingers.

"First, let me have a taste of Everlean once or twice, probably three times." Ricky explained while Azalea looked down until he moved her face towards him.

"Then after I'm finished, you can taste her all you want, if I get to have a little fun with you that is." Ricky whispered, Azalea however didn't look in disgust but blushed at the thought of feeling all over Everlean's naked body.

"But if you come, you have to get Mayola with you." Ricky then made the deal almost unreasonable.

"I-"

"Azalea this isn't a negotiation, this is what it takes to get what you want." Ricky didn't care to hear her rebuttal and simply stated what he wanted.

"Think about it, however once I bag Everlean your time will be up." Ricky scooted away after seeing the girls exit the bathroom.

"Oh and if you tell her-"

"You'll reveal my secret." Azalea stared at him, her expression unreadable when the two of them arrived.

"Who's ready to party~" Mayola danced over to Ricky who smiled, seeing Everlean standing over by the side and avoiding his gaze.

"Alright but first let's go get some drinks, Mayola." Azalea all of a sudden took Mayola's invitation, taking her hand and drawing her over to the dance floor.

Mayola and Everlean were shocked at this initiative since she never did anything unless Everlean begged her too.

Speechless at her friend's behavior, Azalea promptly dragged her off to the bar while the stunned Everlean watched in shock.

"My lady, would you perhaps grant me the honor of a dance?" Ricky stood up and caught the shocked Everlean off guard.

"I-I-"

"Great!" Ricky answered for her, taking her hand then shimming with her to the dance floor.

The jazz music blared while the confused and still taken aback Everlean had unknowingly drifted over to the dance floor only to start laughing at Ricky's dance moves.

Ricky was a lot of things, but he wasn't at all a good dancer and it showed at how hysterical Everlean became with every boogey in his step.

The thing that made it work however is Ricky's uncaring nature, it wasn't embarrassing for him since he was too shameless to even care.

Adorning his charming smile, Everlean could only relent from her straight out laughter into a dance while deciding to help him out.

"Oh Ricky, that is not how you dance to the blues." Everlean shook her head only for Ricky's smile to turn sleazy.

"Alright then, show me." Ricky laid on the charm and Everlean laughed, nodding while coming in closer.

"Here, to dance the charlton you have to focus on your feet." Everlean assisted, guiding his sway into proper moves.

*PFFT*

Everlean laughed out once again, seeing how hopeless he was but Ricky simply wouldn't stop his awful dancing until Azalea brought over the drinks.

"Bottoms up!" Ricky swiped one of the shots, the three surprised before Mayola and Everlean laughed while following his lead.

"Here." Azalea handed another to Mayola who hesitated but after seeing Ricky's smile on Everlean, she swiped it.

"Whew!" Everlean, downing her shot and shouted, only for Ricky to shimmy over to her and to start dancing as she started doing her thing.

One shot, two shots, three shots, four their bodies danced on the cold, hard floor.

Five shots, six shots, seven shots, eight, bodies grinded together, careless of their next day's fate.

Wasted, they partied through the night until the only ones on the dance floor were Ricky and Everlean.

Azalea had purposely fed Mayola more drinks which she was currently throwing up in the nearby restroom.

The band stopped playing a half an hour ago but the two of Ricky and Everlean were slow dancing the night away.

Everlean looked up at the smiling Ricky, clear passion in her eyes before finally relenting to Ricky's sway and leaning in.

Ricky didn't at all refuse her and took her into a passionate kiss, his hands that were laying idle at her waist slowly starting to slide down.

'Wet to the touch.'

"Oh Ricky~" Everlean let out, pulling back before Ricky swarmed her neck as she moaned.

"Spend the night with me Everlean~" Ricky whispered seductively into her ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Ever since her fiance cheated on her, Everlean had been heartbroken and although it wouldn't sew the wound on her heart, she could tell Ricky could ease the pain.

"Ok~" Everlean whispered, letting Ricky guide her out as Azalea walked out of the restroom with Mayola in tow.

"Where is Evelean-"

*Gasp*

Mayola was shocked to see Ricky walking out of the bar with Everlean since despite being next to each other the entire night, it still pained her deeply that Everlean had gone against her word.

*Sniff*

"Do you want to follow them?" Azalea asked, aware that Mayola's presence was part of the deal, calculating that if Mayola joined them, she could use the opportunity to throw her to the wolf that was Ricky while Azalea spent more time with Everlean.

"But she already got him-" Mayola whined, drunkenly annoyed at having Everlean steal what was supposed to be her all over again.

"Are you simply going to give up and let Everlean take whatever she wants from you like she always does?" Azalea knew what buttons to press and upon pressing them, they lit a fire in her heart with a renewed vigor.

*Sniff*

"Yeah you're right, let's go." Mayola drunkenly pulled Azalea after them while the latter started without an emotionless stare.

Azalea was a cold and heartless person who cared about nothing except her light that was Everlean, but the problem was that her feelings would be forever unreciprocated.

Azalea thought she could live her life and be satisfied by being Everlean's closest friend, but she was wrong.

After hearing Ricky's deal she wanted to refuse but started to think about how no matter what she did, Everlean was the type of person people flocked to.

Everlean's fiance was trash, but she was a woman that men vied for and Azalea had seen firsthand the suitors that came to her daily.

Eventually someone would swoop in and steal all her time from Everlean, this was when she started thinking more closely at their deal.

Azalea thought that if she could have one moment, a single moment she could internalize and hold within her heart with Everlean forever and only then would she be satisfied with letting go.

That was her excuse, and Azalea didn't care if it was incredibly poor so when she caught Ricky's side-eye, her resolve only strengthened.

Ricky walked into a nearby hotel that allowed Everlean, throwing down a hundred onto the desk and demanding the hotel key while leaving a whisper to the attendant.

Relenting, Mayola and Azalea strode into the hotel and when Mayola walked past towards a nearby elevator, Azalea side-eyed the attendant who nodded at her.

"Of course Everlean gets a man who can give her a penthouse suite, this is so like her!" Mayola jealousy seethed, walking into the next elevator while Azalea silently walked in.

The elevator doors opened and Azalea's sight was privy to Ricky sticking his tongue down her precious Everlean's throat.

"Oh geez~" Mayola was a little hottened up while seeing how boldly Ricky played with Everlean's body.

Opening the door into the hotel, Ricky purposely left open while undoing Evelrean's dress on their stumble towards the bed.

"One look wouldn't hurt, right?" Azalea asked Mayola who unconsciously bobbed her head.

"Y-Yeah, one peep wouldn't hurt." Mayola drew closer, biting her lips while Azalea walked behind.

"Of course, it's only one peep."

Author's Note: Not gonna lie, I couldn't muster up good pictures so if anyone want's to chip in and donate some pics to the comments, I'll shout you out in the next Chapter for thanks. Also this upcoming foursome will probably be a one off thing since like I said in the intro letter, it's just a one off power up and won't happen with future harem members.