Call It Quits

"What are you talking about?" Lucky asked as she drew closer to Cherokee rounding the small kitchen table.

"I don't want to go," Cherokee plopped down on the worn-out sofa. "We have been going every night, and you always leave with some guy. Not shaming, just saying, and Beck has to give me a ride every time."

"And, you like Beck, I've seen it with my own beautiful brown eyes." Lucky giggled as she sat on the sofa next to her. "Why do you think I've been asking him?"

"It doesn't matter that I think he's beautiful, intelligent, or his blue eyes sparkle," She gazed away before clearing her throat. "He barely says one word to me, at the bar or on the way home."

"You don't see what I see," Lucky wiggled her eyebrows. "Every time I glance toward him he is always passing looks at you."

"Yeah looks of embarrassment maybe." Cherokee sighed as she began looking for the remote.

"Hey, don't think that way, you are a strong gorgeous native, we are dine and we are fire." Lucky spoke out as she leaned her head on Cherokee's shoulder. "Come, we are going back out tonight, we will have fun."

"I don't think I want to go out tonight," Cherokee stated as she began channel surfing. As the night draws near Lucky dragged Cherokee into the room to get dressed for the evening. "I like that one," She pointed to a multicolored striped dress, as she stood in her closet wearing her black underwear.

"That one?" Lucky scrunched up her face as she held the long dress up. "Fine, I guess I've been making you dress like me, but only for one night." She tossed the dress to Cherokee as she rolled her eyes. "You know, I didn't think you'd look great but, was I wrong."

"Did you order a car?" Cherokee questioned as she opened her curtains. 

"No, let me go see," Lucky opened the door as she hobbled outside trying to slip on her white pumps. "Cherry," Lucky stumbled through the door, "You'll never guess who sent the car, Beck, Becket Petersen sent the car, can you believe it? I told you he has a thing for you." She wiggled her eyebrows as she snatched her purse from the sofa where she had put it the night before.

"What?" Was the only word that left Cherokee's mouth as she tried to fasten her shoes.

"Oh, no time to waste, let's go," Lucky grabbed Cherokee's arm as she hastened them both out of the door.

"Excuse me, do you know why Beck, uh Mr. Petersen sent this car?" Cherokee asked the gray-haired driver as they headed to the bar.

"No, miss I only go where he tells me to, he never tells me why." He offered a polite smile through the rearview mirror as they pulled up to the entrance of the building.

"Come let's ask, oh well, look who's at the door." Lucky batted her eyes as she opened the door. " Beck, our knight in shining armor." 

"Yes, hello Lucky, hello Cherry," Beck began as he outreached his hand to help them out of his limo. "Glad you got here okay, I'm off, do you need me to send Reggie back or will you be able to find your way home?"

"Send him back, bye Beck, bye Reggie!" Lucky chuckled as she waved them off, heading into the club she took Cherokee by the arm and yanked her inside.

"Ladies," Ryan announced with his arms spread wide. "Lucky St. Pierre and Cherokee Rains, visions of beauty., come let us away before all these hooligans gander and gawk at you." 

"What language are you speaking?" Lucky laughed as she took Ryan's arm and waded through the crowd of people on the dance floor.

"You don't like it?" He guffawed as they headed up the stairs to the V.I.P. lounge, the same one they always seemed to be in. "I've been known to dabble in a bit in Shakespearean, Victorian, Georgian times way of speaking."

"At it again?" Abigale asked as she rolled her gray eyes and shifted in her seat, taking out her phone.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked as he furrowed his shapely eyebrows. "Have any of you seen Beck?"

"Oh, yes, Beck left, he brought us here in a limo and then took off as soon as we arrived," Lucky spoke up as she grabbed Nick's drink and sat in between the brothers.

"Ugh," Mark groaned as he pulled out his phone and put it to his ear. "He's going to get me in trouble."

"Trouble?" Cherokee began as she watched Mark stagger to his feet before falling to the bench in defeat.

"Yeah, we're related to Kaleb and Becket, their mother, Sonya, and our mother, Tonya are twins. So, Uncle Todrick cased Mark with keeping tabs on Beck, or Uncle Todrick will take back his company."

"What do you mean, take back his company?" Cherokee asked as she sat opposite Nick and grabbed a drink from the small table in front of them.

"Uncle Todrick has a very wealthy, healthy company, I'm sure you've heard of it, Petersen Co. Op.?" Nicholas asked taking a shot of vodka before watching his brother walk down the stairs of the V. I. P. room. "Well, about eight or so months ago, Uncle Todrick handed the company over to Beck, being his eldest, and Kaleb was not really interested. But, Uncle Todrick is a bit old school, he wants Beck to settle down, start a family, continue the line, and give the company on. So, he has instructed Mark to watch over him, which is not really what he had in mind, he wants him, well us, but more Mark to convince Beck to settle down."

"So, are you like pimping him out, but for marriage?" Cherokee asked as she moved closer to Nick, taking Mark's seat.

"Yeah, I guess I never thought about it like that, but my father, Gregory, will be talking with Uncle Todrick soon though, I'm not watching my cousin like a baby." He downed two more shots of vodka before getting to his feet and walking down the stairs.