SHADOWBOXER. -leon-

[louise edna vanderbilt]

Parties. She loved parties. Hell, the slender and tall female seemed to live for them as she laughed, the deep and pulsating music drowning out all other voices or noises. She held up her bottle of Corona as she danced, moving her delicate hips and waist with the group. No one danced with just one person. It was everyone dancing with everyone like one giant orgy and that was how she loved it. Drama was avoided when everyone simply came together and realized it was all about getting drunk, getting on that trip, and having a damn good ass time. Beads of sweat clung to everyone's skin, barely clad in anything from the heat of being cramped into the large penthouse suite of the expensive and well known club. The seventeen year old was no different. All she wore was a black tank top that, for once, clung to her thin torso, some tiny plaid briefs (yes...briefs) and then some random ratty boots she found lying around in her messy dorm room. Her hair was a mess but not the mess that was unattractive and made her seem dirty. The kind of mess that simply proved that she had been at a previous engagement (well that chick at the club was hot...couldn't leave her without providing her a bit of personal Louie time) and was simply unwinding from it now.

Taking a long swig of her Corona, not caring if it was just some cheap Spanish beer because a drink was a drink, she laughed as she sang along with the crowd, "shots, shots, shots shots!" She was obviously enjoying herself and she was already tipsy after all that beer. It didn't matter because she wasn't going to get drunk. She had only come to the party because one of her most favorite people in the entire world was there and of course she wanted to see him and catch up. She had nearly disappeared off the face of the Earth for about four and a half months while in Brazil and since he was the only person who knew her like the back of his hand, she owed it to him. Because he wasn't just her drug dealer, he was her best friend. They were Dale and Saul. Best Fucking Friends Forever. And it was all gravy.

However, she had gotten swept up by the crowd that automatically knew her either by reputation or from partying with her at a previous occasion. Whatever this party was for, which was probably just for the sake of partying, she was going to make the most of it. Finishing up her drink, she turned around ready to head to the edges and actually look for the person she had come here for (because it wasn't like him to miss a party where his clientele could possibly be present) when she came face to face with her main man: Leon Sven Klug or Svee as Louie called him. She had to come up with an awesome nickname for him and since she couldn't, she called him Svee though occasionally she would say what just came out of her mouth, "Sugar Honey Shnookie Bear!"

As a greeting.

She was tipsy...and at least she was a good drunk. Probably the best one out there. Not only did she know how to have fun sober but how to have fun high as a kite and he had been helping her out with her bucket list so it was about time she caught up with him again. So the female practically tackled him to the ground as she jumped on him, laughing as she did so that sweet and innocent laughter of her's that never did entirely match her stoner-like drawl, "Svee! Dude! I totally missed you a whole bunchers! Forcereal!" she smiled that big smile of her's before randomly handing someone her drink and stealing their's. They seemed to scowl until they noticed who did it and simply shrugged it off. It was Louie...The one person in the world it was difficult to get mad at...

Unless you were (a) her parents because they didn't like the fact she was gay, (b) her siblings because of her lifestyle and simply because she didn't act like the majority of old money people acted and lastly (c) the headmaster and his family because she always somehow got into trouble and was making it fairly difficult for them to force her into a marriage with their son who probably hated her too since she wasn't exactly his age or wife-material in anyone's eyes. It was the truth, Louie really wasn't meant to be a wife just like she wasn't meant to have kids or be with Clara or always be sober and not high or drunk. Being sober could sometimes get over rated.

[LEON SVEN KLUG]

TAKE A BREATH TAKE IT DEEP CALM YOURSELF HE SAYS TO ME IF YOU
PLAY YOU PLAY FOR KEEPS TAKE THE GUN AND COUNT TO THREE • • •
& i'm sweating now moving slow no time to think my turn to go
AND YOU CAN SEE MY HEART BEATING
YOU CAN SEE IT THROUGH MY CHEST

The smoke acted as a translucent blanket as it blurred his vision and stung his eyes. He could barely make out the sea of bodies as they moved together in sync, molding into one another in the dark, his vision limited to their inky silhouettes. It was impossible for him to reveal their identities, to pin point distinct features that leaked who they were, or catch a glimpse of a motion that would break the anonymity of the night. Sven himself would live his life in the shadows of a scene, finding safety in the comfort of it's enigmatic ways as they covered his illegal deeds, what he called a career. He called himself a provider, helping people meet their desires and some their needs. It wasn't a job that he held pride in, the type of job he could tell his family about back in Germany; sure the money was easy to earn and flowed out of his pockets, but barely any of the cash was spent on himself, instead it was what paved a better way for his little brother Daniel, one that headed to a destination further away than the forsaken place Sven was in. Despite the situation he seemed trapped in, restricted by the chains education could have freed him from, Sven would count his blessings and they would be plentiful. His buyers held names that were practically royalty giving him the cash and secrecy he relished, he was always on the guest list for any exquisite party, and he had formed friendships with some of the greatest people he had ever met all of them possessing some uncanny flair. One individual was perhaps the most outrageous out of all of them, to Sven, she always had a way of standing out from a crowd, a way of steering the spotlight so it would fall upon her, but lately he had missed the huge grin on her face that never seemed to fade, she never seemed to create a conspicuous entrance, or call out his name over the pulsating music. She had grown to become much more than his number one client, he was her best friend as cheesy as that sounded, she was Louise.

"Sugar Honey Shnookie Bear!" It was as if she knew exactly when to reappear back into his life. He wouldn't have been surprised if she was able to read through his mind and isolate the thoughts that circled around her, keeping track on how the number of them would escalate at any party he was at that lacked her presence. His head jerked in the direction of her high pitched greeting, but before his frosty eyes could dart to the chestnut brunette he felt legs wrap around his torso and a strong force nearly causing his back to hit the ground. Just the sound of her laughter brought out his own, a huge smile playing across his mouth as the corners reached his ears. "Louie!"

[/b] He finally managed to say as he regained his ability to speak, and even then just calling out her name was all he could handle as the shock started to leave his body and loosen up his muscles. Big powerful arms folded around her frail body, not caring about the amount of pressure he placed upon her as he brought her closer to him so his chin found the nook of her neck. He twirled the babe out of the crowd of people, not wanting to lose her in the midst of them when he had just found her, as they came to a clear spot in the penthouse he finally placed her back on the ground. "Where the fuck have you been? You've had me worried sick about you! Did you tell anyone where you were going? I called your cell, asked your friends, searched every party..." His words were quick and short as he began his rant, however his words started to fade as his frosty light hues were ignited with bliss, just seeing her face in front of him with the same friendliness and innocence he had missed made him forget all the stress he had caused over the months she had been away. "Fuck the lecture. Let's celebrate, yeah?!" Fingers crept into the pockets of his jeans, pulling out two sealed plastic packets and holding them so that they faced her straight in her eyes, one was filled with blow, the other with e, two of her favorites and the best he had to offer. Sure, there were people around him that could call the cops on him and have him arrested with an act like that, but really Sven couldn't care less and to his eyes they all seemed to either be too fucked up by the alcohol that warmed their thoughts and blurred their vision, or on an amazing trip that he wanted to ride. "What do you say cupcake? We have a lot of lost time to catch up on.
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[louise edna vanderbilt]

Louie only let the alcohol slowly creep up into her system as he took her to a somewhat more tamed corner of the penthouse to rant. It was expected since it was what normally happened when she was gone for too long, despite this being the longest she had ever been away from the school. A summer plus two months was enough to have her on the 'missing child' list but her parents, of course, wouldn't have stuck her on such a list or poster. She was practically disowned and though she still considered her siblings family because they never did anything to hurt her emotionally or physically, her parents were pretty much strangers. The Vanderbilts, as perfect a face as they put on, were so far from perfect it was ridiculous. Twin whores, a disowned child, one following the whore-footsteps, and then one getting pregnant and having an abortion at fourteen. Plus bi polar parents? It was like the family was an explosion waiting to happen and truthfully? Louie was glad she got out when she did. She wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath so much unless her siblings came after her for a shoulder to lean on...which most likely only Bentley would do since she was closest to him. Baastian shared the same ideals as her parents, Gracie was basically missing in action, and Juliette just criticized her like she was just another female in the crowd.

But the thing about Louie was, she never let them get her down. Her issues were her issues and she sure as hell did not think she needed a shoulder to cry on about it. She needed the drugs, the beautiful females, the dancing, the speed, the spontaneous life style, the world and its wonders...It was all her escape, "Babes," she laughed lightly, "I was busy fucking Clara and Brazil," she laughed again. He knew about Clara...somewhat. She didn't tell much people about her but when she did, she always lit up. She was glad it was dark in here so he wouldn't see the actual change from lighting up at the mention of the other female's name to the guilt and sadness that would suddenly fill her large blue orbs. She was a horrible liar and horrible at hiding things unless she simply didn't talk about it but as easy going and down to earth as she was, occasionally things slipped out. And of course...she told no one where she was going and of course she left her cell phone in her dorm so she couldn't call anyone. She always lost technology so easily...among other things, "Fuck yes, dude!" she was lighting up again at the sight of the blow and e. He knew her all too well and she was definitely glad he was her best friend. They did have a lot to catch up on and she was more than willing to start.

So grabbed a bottle of Strawberry Kiwi Bacardi that was going by with some waiter, she took a swig and then handed it to him while taking, first, the blow. The e was always a nice little cherry on top so while the blow usually kept her, surprisingly, mellowed out, the e would just throw a burst of colors and beauty everywhere like fireworks and she would be on that wave like she was in Sydney again on that surf board and riding down in the crystal waters. Then she'd crash onto the beach, magically find some gorgeous female there, and fuck the crap out of her. It didn't matter if she was dirt poor or filthy rich. If she was gorgeous and knew how to smile more than frown and be depressed then Louie would manage to get the chick to pop open them legs in no time.

Putting her hand straight with her palm facing down, she put a dab of it on her skin and easily snorted it up one nostril then doing it again with the other (leaving some for him of course) and then easily popping the pills, chasing them down with some more Bacardi. It seemed like even though she claimed she got out of that train wreck family, she was a train wreck herself and even if she wasn't going to crash or implode right now, it would eventually happen and honestly she didn't want Sven around to see it. Sure he was her best friend, but he was her drug dealer too and no drug dealer wanted to see their clients go down the crapper because of their drugs-so she would steer clear if something weird went up in her system. Least she could do to save him from stressing any more than he probably had been while she was on hiatus.

"So other than missing me," she chuckled, "What have you been up to? Snagged any gorgeous chicks for me lately?" she had that typical stoner like smile on her face as she looked up at him, one arm lazily on his shoulder as if it was suppose to wrap around his neck but never made it that far. There, the blow was kicking in, and the second she saw those fireworks, she knew the e was making it's way through her as well.