Drella Next

I heaved my case out of the elevator. Vic tried to bat my hands away but I pushed him and dragged my case outside. "Just let me help you." Vic said.
"I don't need any help." I said firmly.
"You do." he countered.
"I am a strong, independent woman and I don't need any help." I said easily.
"Why did I show you my old books from therapy?" Vic sighed. "I know you're a strong, independent woman, Ella. I understand that. I just think that I could assist you in your feminism by carrying your case." he offered. I thought about it a while.
"Okay." I agreed. I handed him my case and Vic carried it easily for me.
"I don't see why I can come." he said.
"You're working on the new record." I stated.
"So?" he asked.
"So you should be working on it. Not with me trying to play Sherlock with my family." I replied.
"But you don't even know what kind of club this place is. It could be a brothel."
"If it is I'd get kicked out either because I'm not paying for because I don't have the goods." I joked. "It's two weeks in LA. I'm street wise. I survived New York and San Diego."
"You had me in San Diego."
"Yes, Victor. You who used to refuse hit back any of the assholes at school taught me how to ward off attackers." I rolled my eyes. Vic raised his eyebrows at me and I sighed. "Relax. This isn't about me getting shot in LA. It's about me going away for two weeks where you can see me or hang out with me or touch me. You just don't want to admit you'll miss me." I said proudly.
"You're the one who refuses to let people know you miss them." he reminded me.
"Does it matter?" I asked. "I'll call you and we can have phone sex."
"Who has phone sex?" he laughed. "It's not the nineties."
"I miss the nineties." I stated.
"What do you miss about them?.
"Nirvana." I admitted.
"Oh me too." he agreed slowly.
"Stop stalling me!" I exclaimed.
"Okay, okay." he gave up. Vic put my case in the trunk of my car. I leaned up against the car and Vic came to stand in front of me. "Don't become a stripper without telling me?" he teased.
"It's a burlesque club. Not a strip club."
"Do they take their clothes off?" he asked. I looked down and refused to look at him. "Drella, do they take their clothes off?"
"I don't know. Maybe they do." I muttered.
"Do they take their clothes off in a provocative manner?"
"Depends what you mean by provocative." I shrugged.
"I mean in a way that entertains and might make people like Mike say, a little excited."
"Then the answer is I don't know. I've never been to one of those clubs. You're obviously an expert though."
"Of course I am." he replied dryly. I wrapped my arms around Vic's neck and reached up to kiss him. Our lips met and Vic pulled me against him. Vic kissed me back excitedly. My hands trailed up and down his chest. His lips left my lips and went to my neck. He started sucking and nipping at my skin. I giggled and pulled at his hair.
"Vic stop." I smiled. I didn't mean it though. He bit down on my shoulder and I gasped. "I said stop." I laughed. I took his face in my hands and I brought his head up to look at him.
"What?" he smiled coyly.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Um in San Diego."
"No, more precise." I said.
"Oh, outside our apartment block."
"Right. Standing in a car park. When you do that to me it means you want me to do it back. When I do it back you get over excited. It leads to other things. I am not doing any of those other things in a car park, in my car, behind that tree any other combinations you can come up with." I said firmly.
"Ella." he groaned.
"No. I'll be back soon." I said. I reached up to kiss his lips again. Vic kissed me back and I pulled away. "I love you." I told him.
"I love you too," he replied, "very much."
"You're still cute." I told him.
"I'm always cute." Vic joked. I kissed his cheek before I got inside my car. I put the window down and Vic leaned inside. "When you get back I want to talk about a few things."
"Like what?" I asked.
"I don't know." he shrugged. "Just about stuff, you know."
"Should I be scared?" I teased.
"No, it's nothing urgent." he promised.
"Okay, I'll see you." I said.
"Bye." Vic smiled. I started to reverse out and waved to Vic. He waved to me as I drove out of our car park. I turned onto the main road and started heading towards LA.
When I was in LA I had to find the apartment I was renting. It was a few blocks away from the club. I drove and parked on the street. I got out with my case and walked inside. I went and collected my key. I went up in the elevator and found my apartment. I unlocked the door and went inside.
I looked around me. The place was small and it was no where near as nice as my and Vic's place. It reminded me a little of my first apartment in New York when I was at Art School. But I didn't care. If was where my mother lived then I don't mind. I just want a piece of her life to sample. I was hungry for it.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? What will Drella find? What do you want to happen? Any ideas? Let me know what you all think. No one has been commenting, I feel like you don't like it! Sorry it took so long too! :)