Title: Shadow's Secrets
Author: Simone Black
Table#/Prompt#: Table #7, Prompt #1
Fandom/pairing: het/ Ace Frehley & Peter Criss of KISS, Jane (female fan)/Ace, Shadow (another female fan)/Peter
Summary: Ace and Jane introduce friend, Shadow to Peter Criss
Warnings: some language and drug use
Disclaimers: story done in chapters. This is a fictional work only. The band gives no permission/ is not involved with said story.
“This is never going to work! I’m telling you, seriously!” I sighed.
“Shut up and lean back,” Jane pushed me down on the bed. “Suck in your stomach!”
“It is! Give me those fuckin’ pliers.” I pulled my jeans zipper up and asked for assistance. Ace was sitting behind me trying to play “Shock Me” on my acoustic guitar. Jane pulled me up off the bed. “Ace, please. Don’t let the whiskey fool you.”
“You’re as drunk as I am,” he slurred.
“Not nearly enough,” I grabbed the brown paper bag from him and chugged Jack Daniel’s. I threw on an off-the-shoulder black top and pushed my dark curls back while I put on a Harley Davidson bandana.
“Shadow, let’s go!” Jane insisted.
“I’m gonna go take a piss.” I grabbed my makeup bag and slammed the bathroom door.
“Where’s my Jack?” I heard Ace yelling in the background. Nervously, I applied my makeup. I put on a little green eye shadow and the reddest, red lipstick I had. I took a couple more swigs of the bottle before I stumbled out of the bathroom.
“Shit! You’re all fucked up now. Look at you!” Jane’s voice boomed through my ears. “Get over here.” She opened her bag and pulled out a salt shaker full of coke, cut a line and bit off the end of the straw in my soda, and handed it to me.
“How sanitary,” I said sarcastically. I grabbed the straw and deeply inhaled. “Any white showing?” Jane shook her head. She grabbed my bag and we walked out of my apartment.
“He’s never gonna like me! This is a fuckin’ stupid fuckin’ idea,” I threw up my arms in frustration.
“Keep walking before Ace blacks out,” Jane rolled her eyes and put his arm over her shoulder.
“How many more blocks?” I whined.
“There he is! On that corner!” Ace pointed out. I gulped. There he was. He was so sexy: black denim jeans, leather jacket, John Lennon sunglasses (which looked cool even with the sun setting over New York). I wanted to run and jump him right then.
“Ace! Jane! Over here!” Peter waved.
“He doesn’t like me,” I turned around.
“Oh yeah, bring your friend too. She looks like fun,” he took off his glasses and winked. I began blushing, but took another swig out of the paper bag. We grabbed a booth at this tiny bar and restaurant combo. At first, I was sitting on the edge, but Peter pulled me in close and put his arm around me. “So what’s a nice girl like you doing with these clowns?”
“Stealing my Jack Daniel’s!” Ace pitched in. Peter moved closer in and smelled my hair, and began kissing me. I pushed him off.
“What do you think you’re doing? You don’t even know my name!”
“Ooh, she’s Italian! I can just see it now. She’s gonna throw her drink in my face unless I do something. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I am Pedro, the great Italian lover! Who might you be?”
I choked on my beer, fuming with anger. Jane apparently
noticed, “Pete, this is my friend Shadow.”
“Shadow? What kind of a name is that?”
“You should know. We went to the same school. Think back, was there ever anyone called ‘The Shadow’ in our school?”
“Oh yeah,” he recalled, “Man was she a biiiit… I mean, she was really tough. That’s you? You’re THE Shadow? Well, what’s your real name?”
“Bella,” I whispered under my breath.
“You better not repeat it, if you know what’s good for you,” I flirted back, playing with my brass knuckles.
“Hey Ace! I think it’s time to go home. It’s getting late and uh… we need one last roll in the sheets. See you two later,” Jane waved.
“So uh, Shadow?” Peter chuckled, “How about you come back to my place and we’ll see what happens? Or are you more of the sadist you were back in high school?”
“See what happens?” I asked, beginning to sing “Nothin’ To Lose”, “Sure, why not?”
“Oh baby, now you’re speaking my language. Keep singin’!” He lifted me up and carried me out of the bar.