"Quit slacking and strip"

Cloey and I stared up at the old, run-down bar. "Are you sure she's here Katie?" I nodded, "Of course, she has to be here." She turned to me, "How are we gonna get in?"

I grinned, "Through the front door of course."

Cloey shouted in a whisper, "What?" I was about to kick the door down when Cloey dragged me back, "Are you crazy? We can't go in there without a plan, we need a plan!" She's right, we need a plan. I took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking."

We sat behind a tree near the entrance of 'The Wicked Bunny', the old bar I mentioned earlier. I stared at Cloey hoping she had a plan but then she said, "Stop staring at me like that, you know I don't have a plan."

I placed my hands on my head, "Why did I think you would have a plan?" She shrugged, "I honestly don't know." Since childhood I was always the one with the plan, we usually got into trouble after but the mission was always somehow accomplished.

It took me a while, longer than usual but I finally got a plan.

I explained the plan to Cloey, she looked at me as if I was crazy, "Are you sure this'll work?" I nodded, "It's a huge risk but we have to get her back, for Grandma's sake." Cloey nodded, "I've got your back Katie."

I smiled, "I know, thank you." She turned to me and we both nodded, "Operation save dumb Hannah is a go." I started taking off my clothes, Cloey looked at me with a puzzled look on her face, "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm stripping down to my underwear."

She tilted her head to the side, "Yea, I see that but why?" I sighed, do I have to explain everything all the time? "We are going in as whores. We can't just act the part, we have to look the part too. Quit slacking and strip." Cloey rubbed her arm and looked away, "I'm not sure if I can do this."

I grabbed her arms and made her look at me, "You are Cloey Valentine, one of the toughest and coolest bitches I know with the biggest heart. If anyone can do this it's you." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before re-opening them, "Let's do this!"

We nodded to each other before opening the door and getting into character.

Hayley and I staggered inside the bar and just as planned we separated to different corners to not raise suspicion. As expected all eyes were on us the minute we entered. I looked around as I strutted in the bar, searching for one specific asshole.

I've only been in here once. It was a few years ago, a situation very similar to this one.

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*Three years ago*

I've been sitting in this couch for 3 hours waiting on Hannah to get home from school. Where in the world is she?

Her school ended hours ago and it started to get dark. I was starting to get a bit worried when the door opened and she walked in. She walked by me, "Hey sis, what's up?" I grabbed her arm and pulled her back, "Don't hey sis me, where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick."

She slid my hand off her arm, "I stopped at a friend, we had some work to do." I folded my arms, "What friend? What's her name? Where does she live?" Hannah rolled her eyes, "What's with the billion questions?" She moved off again but I dragged her back, "I'm not done talking, where the fuck have you been?"

She rolled her eyes and spoke to me as if I was a toddler, "I was with a friend." I tightened my grip on her arm, "You are to be here by 3pm the latest every afternoon, any later and consider yourself a cavewoman for a month." She gasped, "You wouldn't." I smiled deviously, "No internet and no cable TV."

She rolled her eyes again, "Whatever Katie." As she was going upstairs she peeked down, "My friends and I are going to a party at 'The Wicked Bunny' this weekend." I took up a random book from the living room table and started skimming through it, "You're not going." She groaned, "Why?"

I flipped a page, "Because you'd still be grounded." She stood in front of me, "But everyone's going and Mr. Anderson will be there." I closed the book and looked at her, "The President of the United States could be going, I don't give a fuck. You are not going and didn't I tell you to stay away from that guy."

"Mr. Anderson cares about me and my future, I wish I could say the same about you," she retorted. Our grandmother ran from the kitchen after hearing the raised voices, "What's going on?" Hannah ran up to her room and I returned to whatever I was pretending to be reading, "Teenage tantrums Grandma, she's going through that rebellious stage I told you about."

Grandma nodded, " Ok but why are you reading a book about menopause?" I quickly looked on the cover, 'All you need to know about menopause'. I nervously chuckled, "I'm writing a paper about menopause so I was just doing some research on the topic." Grandma nodded and returned to the kitchen.

I deserve an award for my lying skills.

The next day, Hannah came home on time. She refused to speak to me but I didn't really mind. The week went by pretty fast and Hannah was good. She got home at exactly 3pm each day.

It was the night of the party and she had been stuck in her room since she came home from school. Cloey came over as usual for our Friday night BTS marathon, we were currently watching the Blood, Sweat and Tears music video. Cloey wiped an invisible tear from her eye, "What I wouldn't give to have Jimin go down on me like that."

She paused the music video and turned to me when she saw that I didn't respond, "Are you okay?"

I sighed, "Do you think I was being too hard on Hannah?" Cloey shook her head, "You did the right thing by reprimanding her. But since she has been good this entire week I think allowing her to go to this party would be a nice reward."

I agreed so Cloey and I went to her room. I knocked before opening the door, "Hannah?" The room was a mess and the window was wide open. Cloey walked over to the window, "You don't think she-" I cut her off, "She definitely did."