Thread: Springbreakers & Gangbangers {darkest_fate&Google}

For her part, Candy had been nursing another drink and rolling her eyes at Brit's antics. It sometimes felt as if she spent roughly half her life rolling her eyes over her friend's antics, or covering for her, or doing who knows what. At least this time around they'd managed to score some free drinks, which was a plus. And maybe Brit would finally fuck Faith and they could get rid of that awkward sexual tension that kept plaguing them. Candy, meanwhile, was texting her boyfriend, letting him know what was going on and teasing about taking pictures or not. So at first she just sort of waved off the guys that approached. As he grew more persistent, she gave him a smile and a no thanks. When hands wrapped about her, she let out a squeal. Hey! she yelled, kicking feet and regretting that she'd followed Brit's lead to wear heels. This is most definitely not cool! Put the hand! Hey! she yelped as his hand grabbed at one of her bikini clad breasts. Her feet left the ground, flailing slightly. Then Candy felt one connect and turned to see another guy coming close. The guys all had this look to them too, and it seemed as if the other patrons of the bar were more focused on not getting noticed than anything else. Things definitely weren't looking good. Candy struggled to get to her phone, hoping that she could maybe send out a message while they were more focused on getting her to the VIP area. And maybe it wouldn't be too bad? It was the VIP area after all. But wait! Faith and Brit, maybe... But those two were having issues of their own. Faith squealed and folded as the man lifted her. Her actions were less fighting and more attempting to protect her body. Limbs flailed and curled to try and get to her, and she whimpered as she felt a hand mauling against her shorts. Put me dooooown! Faith insisted, kicking her heels. I don't-- Drop us, bastards! hissed Brit, flailing. She actually fought back, punching and kicking as the man lifted her. Okay, yeah, she wanted attention and all, and the hands on her shorts did feel a little good, but the whole point had been to get Faith's attention, or maybe a hot guy's. Not these guys. Brit started punching and kicking, right up until she yelped, feeling a bit of her shorts tearing away. All three nearly collided as they drew into the VIP lounge. Faith had started crying at some point, whimpering and puckering her lips. Candy kept looking around, eyes darting, taking in information. The slightly intoxicated Brit, however Uh, it's a club, we're club girls, she replied, rolling her eyes. You look more out of place here than us, she gave him another glare. His next comment had her spitting. Those drinks were bought because we're hot. And if you want a hot girl, you need to try actually working for one, instead of having your stupid fucking goons kidnap us, you fat piece of-- You're Kane, interrupted Candy, eyeing him. I heard about you, from people on the Internet who said he was mostly a rumor, and they all agreed that you didn't fuck with him. Faith hiccuped again, while Candy looked at Kane, hoping to take control of the conversation before Brit said something worse What did you want us to do to pay you? We've got some money, and cards... she trailed off at that, not quite wanting the notorious guy to know just how much. Brit's family was loaded after all, and Faith's were fairly well off. Hell, even Candy's weren't too bad, though the ransom would be devastating. She knew she should've talked Brit into going somewhere a little on the path.