No one.

And I plan for it to stay that way.

“Another drink for your thoughts?”

I look up to the smirking and teasing face of my messy black haired cousin.

“Well, well. This is a surprise.” I said with a smirk of my own as she leaned a bit towards me and put a kiss on my cheek, offered me a another drink and plopped her whole relaxed body on the chair besides me.

“What? Me on Ego?” She replied looking at my direction with an almost scandalized look on her face. As far as I know, not a night goes by that she hasn’t shown her face in the club.

“Of course not, silly.” I smile at her raised eyebrows. “I meant that you’re somewhat lacking your usual who – company for the night” I said as I motioned to her hardly ever empty side. Shane McCutcheon rarely if not ever made an appearance without her own flock of admirers, who would blame them really? Shane had a certain air of mystery around her and you can’t help but feel mystified and drawn as you lost yourself in those soulful, green eyes of hers. Shane was one of those people who I let myself trust for the sole reason that she is easily my softer yet still ruthless when provoked counterpart. And of course, being her cousin and closest friend for the past ten years intend to do just that.. And if I’m forced to admit. I kinda admired her. Pulling herself away from the money, our family’s money because she is tired of fooling herself that penises doesn’t turn her off and living her life in a more ‘Shane’ and simpler way. Simple, in the sense of still having the glitz and the glamour but lacking the constant responsibilities that our overbearing and expectant parents had constantly pushed down on us. She had outed herself on her senior year on King High (wherein I was still on my sophomore year), with her history teacher, Cherrie Jaffe, which I recall was a very sexy woman for her age and with two kids of her own, and in the process of following her heart, her disappointed and humiliated parents were prompted by the discriminating society to disown their dyke daughter. And Cherrie? Well let’s just say that while Shane never did looked back, Cherrie is a different story. According to her having the best orgasm she had ever have in her life was a momentary lapse of judgment. Ok so maybe I had thrown the best orgasm in it but she did a few apologies, cried a few tears and denied processing that she was infact attracted to a girl. Then voila, society gladly accepted one of their own. I guess birds of the same flock does stay together. It was the best thing that ever happened to her, Shane had once said to me, of course she uttered this in a state of drunkenness she had put herself in and she was still filled with spite against the unfairness of her world but still I often wonder if it’s true. If she had ever regretted the moment she accepted who she really is and stood up for it. She had become a well know, sought after underground hairstylist in the span of 3 months away from home. Not bad right? But that alone won’t get her the first class service she’s accustomed to, that came when she had become considered as the most inconspicuous drug dealer in LA. I should know, I am one of her best customers.