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((I'm posting, and there is NOTHING you can do about it! Kay? ;D *has been drawing Amma too much...so unhealthy. And I can never get her right*))

Amma frowned at Enzo as he spoke and she snarled at him. "Hey you, druggie, shut up." She said and put the stuff down on the nearest surface she could find. She grabbed the lighter from the gas station bag and pulled a f** (as they so kindly called cigarettes in Ireland,) and lit it up. She shoved the pack and lighter into the bag and took a huge drag of it. The embers moving a good length towards her mouth. She flicked the ashes into the trash...which could really be the floor in this case.

"If you think you're world has GONE to s**t, mine already has been. So stop your complaining and pass out or something. Do you some good." Finally she closed the door with her bare feet and turned towards Cherokee, smiling at him like a little girl.

"Big guy!" She exclaimed, patting his stomach. After all, he was a good foot taller than her, the nearest thing was his abdomen area. "I needed this, I really did. I thought I was going to commit suicide..." She thought on that for a minute. "And here I am with the cause of those thoughts...hmmm...goes to show something doesn't it?" Shrugging she bent over and began picking up trash from the floor, doing something active to keep her mind off the many things that pulled at her.

"This place is beastly..." Laughing she pulled up a shirt and laid it on Enzo's head and started to happily pile more dirty clothes ontop of the poor man.

((I'm tres sorry Lala...But I REALLY want to post again. :[ ))

Amma put a sock on Enzo before quitting and turning around.

"Birth control and large sized condoms." She said blatantly before blowing some smoke through her full lips and sitting down in the middle of the room.

((Haha YAY FOR SHORT and...right to the point! *goes to bed*))

((OMG WRITE AKA, WRITE!))

At the response of what was in the bag Cherokee was very quick to stop his rummaging. His hands retreated from the plastic bag and he took a few steps back, his face not quite sure what expression to make, or what expression not to make. Enzo seemed to know what to do, he was laughing and yelling wildly. Cherokee put a hand over his eyes looking oddly red. He was hoping there was just food in there.

He glanced at Amma briefly, brow wrinkled and looking incredibly awkward and embarrassed before turning quickly away again.

"I hope those are for a friend of yours." He managed to say, back to both people in the room.

((hahahaha, he's so embarrassed! XD; ))

Though, Cherokee was saved from any further humilation by Enzo quickly growing grumpy with the things going about in his small and sorry hovel. He was quick to lay down some ground rules for Amma and flop back onto his matress.

He sighed looking relieved, running his hands through his hair. "Thank god." He muttered under his breath.

((TA DAH!...? o.O; ))

((Hahaha I have a feeling that Enzo doesn't much like Amma XD; Hopefully that'll change... O.o))

Enzo sat up again at Amma's comment, not quite realizing he'd put a hand over the crook of his arm; the place where most times he injected the deadly drug. "You don't think I know that?" He clenched his jaw and might have said more, but she put out the cig and started fawning over Cherokee again. Figuring that was the most he was going to get Amma to do anyway, he settled into his sitting position, running his hands almost nervously through his hair.

He flashed a half-smile at Cherokee, who obviously was far more a timid man than one would expect, and gave a chuckle, "You alright?"

While Enzo wasn't quite sure he liked Amma or hated her, he peered over at the bags, quite surprised she'd thought to buy him anything, whether or not he was actually going to get it.

But his thoughts were interrupted by a rather raucious song, its origin lying in Amma's cell phone. He frowned at hearing her end of the conversation. It was no doubt the 'big dog' as it were, and he knew she wasn't at her home.

And that meant things were turning sour really fast. Not daring to say anything, for fear of his voice being recognized, Enzo made a little shoo-ing motion with his hand. 'Go, I don't want any of us caught like this,' he mouthed, adding barely a whisper to his words, 'And don't let him know where you were.' The glare he backed those words up with was quite a frightening one.

Enzo looked over at Cherokee, raising his eyebrows. He hoped his friend would help escort Amma out of the room... And then turn around and come back to discuss certain matters. One being his potentially missing cell phone.

((haha thar? Something. Yes. I MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE PLANS FOR THAT PHONE, HOMG!))

((OH MY GAH! *giggles and does a fangirlish act* Waiiiiiii! Ahhhhhh I loved that. I loved it more than you know! *hugs Frank and licks* Haha I'm a romantic freak.))

Amma frowned, hands still nervously twitching. She saw Enzo's motion and nodded slowly, as though she were stunned by the fact Darius had called her. Why wouldn't he have? She was so stupid to think she could have one night free of anything, just to be a normal person, not a leader of one of the largest gangs in Chicago, not someone whose name was feared by every family.

When Cherokee huddled her out she let him and continued to talk to Darius. "Okay, I'm not home, I wanted to go outside and walk a bit. Ya know, clear my head and my stomach. Heh." Her voice sounded true, but her face scrunched up and she winced at the cold, her arms and legs growing goosebumps.

"Walking?"

"Yeah yeah, walking. You know me, I like walks. You are the only that knows that, come on, Daddy." She said daddy sarcastically bit her lower lip. "Don't worry. I'll come home right now, okay? Will that make you happy?"

"It would. I'll be waiting."

"Okay Good bye..." She closed the phone and felt her heart drop. He didn't trust her. God, her best friend didn't trust her anymore. When she looked over to where Cherokee was standing she was somewhat suprised he was still there. She breathed out deeply, a cloud of breath come from her nose and mouth like the smoke she wanted desperatly. When she caught his eyes she quickly looked away.

"Look...I'm really sorry about all this. I just wish he wouldn't worry so much about me. I dunno why he is. He's like afraid you guys will kill me or something. Isn't that fu-" she cut off when he bent over and her eyes widened. "Hey what are you..." When his lips met her's she felt her body burst into flames and her brown cheeks turned rose red.

"Se...see ya..." She stammered as he walked through the door. She stood there for nearly five minutes, starring at the closed door. "Nice kisser." She said and smiled sadly before hopping down the steps and towards her car. She started it, turned the heat to high and screached out of the parking lot.

((Hahaha, omg... Borat... is... INSANE. THAT MOVIE WAS CRAZY! But anyways, now I type! AND YOU'RE WELCOME, J!))

As soon as Cherokee had stepped inside, Enzo's expression was enough to let him know that he was angry. There was also the fact he was pinching the bridge of his nose. Cherokee merely regaurded him in his even way, eyes fixed unflinchingly upon Enzo. At his question he knew not to answer, it wasn't a question that was really seeking an answer, it was only the beginning of a far bigger tirade, an opening to berate and to scold, to mentally and maybe even physically shake some sense into him.

As Cherokee figured Enzo went on. He watched him quietly, expression unchanging. Even when Enzo strode over to punch him above his eye, he only turned his head with the blow. He said no words and he had none until Enzo was entirely finished.

"I'm not thinking." Was his response. "I'm not..." And he could think of nothing else to explain himself. There was nothing. "There must be something wrong with me." He finished, and flashed his friend a smile full of confusion. "I'm not usually this stupid."

"But I'll see her again." And the way he said this assured his friend there was no way his mind could be changed. "My life is already not worth living... if I die... at least for once it would have been something for me, not for anyone else, not for the boss not for a deal... but for me." He paused, "But if it comes to your life... I'll drop it." He said quietly. "No girl is worth the amount of trust I have for you. You don't find people like that, Enzo... not here... not anywhere."

Cherokee then closed the subject having uttered more words in a minute than he had in a day. He then bent lightly to pick up the fallen bag of chips and stuck a few more in his mouth.... and then he punched Enzo in the arm.

"Ow." He said and rubbed at his forehead where he was sure a bruise would form in the morning.

Though then matters turned more serious. Cherokee's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean it's gone?"

((hahaha, wow, CHEROKEE SAID MANY WORDS! CRAZY!))

Enzo groaned and tugged at his hair, all effects of the drug he'd taken long gone. It would be a while before he'd start feeling the withdrawl effects, and it was in this in-between time he was the most effective in his dealings. In the clearest of mindsets. "Neither of us are thinking," he sighed, looking mentally weary, "And yes, normally you're not that stupid. That's what women do, ya know... They mess with you. Screw things up, yeah?"

He took a long, thoughtful breath at Cherokee's words. His friend was right... As stupid and dangerous and awful as things could turn out, he was right. "No... Our lives really aren't worth living... If you can find something to change that, then I suppose any risk is worth it..." He trailed off, slowing in his walking so he was instead standing, shuffling every once in a while in place. "Cherokee, that's stupid. You just said you need to do something for you... Don't stop on account of me. I already dragged myself into it when I invited the little bit- Amma over. You know how it goes when I'm on those STUPID highs." He sounded rather disgusted with himself.

"And ya know, that trust goes both ways... It doesn't matter how much a woman might mess your brain up, I know you've got a smart head on those shoulders. My brain might be screaming at me to stop this before it starts, but sometimes guts is the way to go. Maybe things will turn out, yeah?" He gave a quiet sort of laugh, "And thanks. You're the only one... the ONLY ONE who has ever stuck around. I don't wanna lose that and be alone again."

Enzo hadn't been expecting the punch. And unfortunately, it was the same arm that had been shot earlier that evening. So when the hit came, whether or not Cherokee meant it, it sent a sharp pain through Enzo's arm, all the way through the back of his head, and he let out a very girly sounding squeak before biting his lip and flopping onto his mattress, where he proceeded to give a sort of grunty-shout of pain into the worn fabric of his bed. A number of swear words were yelled into the floor, and only when his friend mentioned his phone did he sit up, still gritting his teeth and trying to not clutch at his arm.

"It's GONE." He muttered, double-checking his pockets. "I had it at the bar, and when I pulled that gun on those... stupid... Awww, s**t. It must have fallen out then. And then with Darius showing up..." Enzo's knuckle had found its way into his mouth, while his other hand pinched the bridge of his nose again. "If he got ahold of it..." The young man said around his knuckle, "We'd just better hope he didn't. First thing tomorrow, we have to find it." He didn't need to mention just how important that phone was. It had everthing to do with their gang... Numbers of all the members, a meticulously kept calendar of times on deals, places, what was happening... Without it, the gang would have fallen apart... And it was probably why Enzo had spent so much money on it. It was a lot neater than a planner or something equally as hindering. "We HAVE to find it. I really screwed up, man..." He half hoped it'd been left on the ground... Or maybe those stupid punks had picked it up. It would be easier to find and hold them hostage for it than the 'big dog...' Darius.

Enzo suddenly found he was on his feet and pacing again.

((hahaha why do I always have such screwed up characters? *pets Enzo* I LUFF MY POOR DRUGGIE!

Anyway... I kinda figure if maybe Darius got ahold of it, he'd try and meddle more... He'd probably figure out where Amma HAD gone... I dunno. It's all up in the air and FREE FOR THE WRITING! But yeah, it'd be like OMG PLOTNESS O.O Or something. WHEE *Scampers off to go eat something*))