(R- Sexual Content, Drug References, Alcohol References, Crude Humor, Ideologically Sensitive)
Millan Estate, 7:30 PM
I sigh looking at Julia, she was really outta her kettle o' fish I could tell she was really outta her comfort zone in that dress. I wasn't to bothered by the suit. I felt bad though, these parties called for some fancy dress. The kind that limits mobility a lot. "You going to be okay?" I ask and she looks at me clearly upset her Firey Red hair flipping as she does. Normally she channels a ponytail but she'd let it down given the event today. "No I fucking hate these dresses and shitpiss events." She more so hisses at me then says.
For most people the collar around their neck would let out a high pitch Bzzz sound and inject the freezing agent to prevent escape from the Morality Protection Agency (MPA) though for me & her that isn't a worry. My father had been a fucking genius and figured out how to get them off without setting them off. A trick he'd showed me before he'd been arrested and sent to a work camp for life. Most only get a few years but they'd wanted to make an example of my father.
"What about you, you've been invited to the home of the man who took your father. The only family you had." She says with real concern of her face. It's true, my father had been the last of my living family. When he was arrested when I was 15 I was sent to foster care. I spent the next three years a ward of the state until I was legally my own guardian.
Though the subject is still a sore one. "I'll be okay, this is to important to let personal vendettas get in the way." I say as our limo pulls up to the front entrance and we see the politicians lapdo- sorry, his Daugther waiting to greet us. I'm the 'Guest of Honnor' which was a polite way of saying his favorite example of rehabilitation. Though it was just an act on my part. In truth I knew his Daugther very well.
Her father had adopted me just before I turned 17 so legally speaking he was my father. Like I mentioned though I'm also legally my own gurdian is all very confusing. Though if you really boil it down he is more or less my adopted father. Since I was 15 he'd been trying to groom me to be a political tool like Chasity was.
He'd stop in almost every week to check on me, hell even tonight he'd paid for Julia & My own outfit. He hadn't a clue that I was the NTN memeber Big Iron. Even so I push those thoughts as I step out of the limo and help Julia out. "Sister!" The words are like venom on my tounge. Saying them to this puppet makes me feel ill, but the show must go on so I open my arms and invite her into a hug.
Spoiler: Their Outfits
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