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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Author's Note: Hello, everybody! I was so thrilled with the reviews I've received thus far! I'm not sure if I previously mentioned, but this story is derived from my screenplay. Everything is pretty much written out, all I'm doing is converting it into novel format, meaning that I plan to upload chapters quicker! Here is Chapter Two! Please Read and Review, and no flames!
WARNING: BRIEF DRUG USE!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN, CRAZY TRAIN, OR CALIFORNIA GURLS. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, BLACK SABBATH, AND KATY PERRY, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED!
Chapter Two: First Meeting at The Tainted Kitty
The Tainted Kitty, 9:00 pm
Geoff was right, The Tainted Kitty was NOT what Duncan was expecting at all, and far from seedy. The outside had a fiber optic painting of a hot pink lady cat in a blue bikini and pigtails, holding a martini, but the inside was vast. Duncan strolled in after slipping the bouncer one of the $100's from his envelope, observing the place, cracking a smile when he heard "All Aboard! HAHA!" the opening line to "Crazy Train", one of his favorite Black Sabbath songs. There was a wrap around light up bar, an upper level DJ booth, two massive stages on either side of a long runway, with tables all around the stage and runway. Each stage had a pole, as well as at the end of the runway. The whole décor was splashed in black and varying shades of pink. There were a few back rooms for private dances, and an ATM machine off to the side, which Duncan found to be hilariously clever.
"DUDE! DUNCAN!"
Geoff had spotted the punk and ran over, giving him a bone crushing hug. Geoff looked exactly the same as he did two years ago. Blonde hair, cowboy hat, jean shorts, three quarter length pink shirt opened up to expose his washboard abs, and flip flops. He was never big on fashion, opting for comfort instead of style, but somehow it worked.
"Great to see you, too, man." Duncan coughed out. Geoff put him down and gave him the once over.
"Digging the new look, Duncan! Finally growing up, huh?"
He laughed at his friend's comment. "More or less, man. More or less. So where's this owner?" The sooner they finished this meeting, the sooner Duncan could attempt to score a chick. The T and A Factor in this place was Grade A. He looked over at the stage, to see a blonde on the pole on either side of the stage and a cute redhead in the middle, simultaneously spinning around when the second set of drums plays in the song. Not only were these dancers hot, they really knew how to move, causing the guys to go crazy, making it rain in cold, hard cash.
"I'm right here. The one and only." A voice snapped Duncan out of his thoughts, as he and Geoff looked over. The voice belonged to a man of medium height with short midnight black hair and almost black eyes, five o'clock shadow, and a shit eating grin. He was wearing a wrinkled suit, which only slightly hid his toned upper body, and had a tumbler of scotch in his hand. Yep, this is the seedy part of the joint. This dude looks like some sketchy loan shark. Duncan thought to himself.
"Chris McLean, man! How's it hanging?" Geoff asked, clasping hands and pulling him in for a dude hug.
"As well as to be expected, Geoff. I've got two thriving businesses and a bevy of beautiful ladies at my command, the only thing to make it better would be if I was getting laid every night!" Chris busted up laughing, with Geoff following. Duncan rolled his eyes, which Chris noticed. "I assume this is your friend you mentioned on the phone earlier. Nice threads, kid." Chris said with a head nod.
"It sure is!" Geoff replied enthusiastically. "Chris McLean, this is Duncan Harrister. We go way back to our days at CSUN! Duncan, this is Chris McLean, A.K.A. the man I want to be when I grow up."
Chris laughed as he shook Duncan's hand. "I don't know if you'd get that far, dude. Maybe with all the borrowed luck on your side." He said, turning back to Duncan. "So, what do you think of my establishment? I hope my YELP! Ratings speak for themselves."
Duncan scoffed at that. "I just got out of prison five hours ago, I didn't jump on the net and Google this place. Judging by the chicks and the crowd, it's pretty chill."
Chris found this amusing. "Cheeky, I like and dislike you already. You've got attitude and edge, I can see what landed you in the slammer. Whatever, I don't have all night for this. Let's step into my office." Geoff and Duncan followed him to the opposite side of the club where his office was located. It really contrasted from the rest of the club. Dimly lit with a mahogany desk and bar, a few mahogany and leather cushioned chairs around the desk, a private bathroom behind the right side of the desk and a huge one sided glass mirror to see everything that was going on in the club. Chris sat down in his leather office chair before pulling something out from one of the inside drawers. "Can I interest you guys in a bump?" he asked, producing a rectangular mirrored tray with a few crumpled dollar bills, an expired ATM card, and fresh cocaine. Oh, Jesus. Duncan thought to himself as he watched Chris make neat lines of the white stuff with the card and snorted a couple lines himself.
"Sch-yeah! Don't have to ask me twice!" Geoff excitedly rolled up a dollar bill and snorted three lines. Duncan had seen Geoff do some pretty hard drugs, but he couldn't remember him doing coke. "Dunk, you in?" Geoff asked him, sniffing his nose.
"No, thanks." Duncan had tried coke before, it wasn't to his liking.
"Come on, man! Aren't you cool?" Geoff pouted. Chris could sense Duncan's hesitation.
"Geoff, stop. It's perfectly alright." Chris shot Duncan a sly look, which caused him to grimace.
"Fine, hand it over." Duncan huffed, grabbing the tray and rolling up a bill. He snorted two lines, this was definitely a lot stronger than what he had had in the past. He could feel the burning sensation as it shot up into his system. "Satisfied?" He glared at both of them.
"Consider it a complimentary gift of the best club in the valley, only offered to special customers." Chris boasted before turning his attention back to Geoff. "Where's Jocko, Naked Cowboy?"
Geoff started scratching his head nervously. "Uh, didn't you get my text? He's at the gym."
"What the hell?! I told you he had to be here TO-NIGHT, no exceptions!" Chris shouted. Duncan watched disgusted as Geoff began to cower.
"I'm sorry bro. I really thought you read it, and" before he could get another word out, Duncan cut him off.
"And he brought me. You've already met Tyler, what you know about me is what you've heard from Geoff, that can only go so far. Why don't you just let this slide, go have Geoff kick back with a beer on the house and gawk at the chicks, while you and I get to know each other a little better, hmm?"
Duncan saw that Chris was flabbergasted and was failing to keep his cool. "Whatever. I suppose you have a point. Geoff, tell Izzy your drinks are free, NO Kamikazes! I have no idea what she's putting in there, but it's literally exploding!" Chris instructed. "You're in luck, Bridgette is about to go on." Geoff started beaming
"Dude! Dude! That's the one! That's the one I was telling you about!" He shouted excitedly, as he poked Duncan in the ribs. "Join me later?" Duncan nodded. "Awesome!" the party boy shouted as he ran out of the office and went to the bar.
"Crazy Train" ended and the DJ's voice came on. "Thank you, Magnolia! This is DJ Light-en-ing! Without me, this place ain't got no za-ing without Lightning, baby! Up next, our resident "California Little Surfer Girl", raise the roof and make some noise for "PJ Barbie" and The "Tainted Kitty Barbettes!" The crowd burst into a round of applause as the two bottle blondes stayed on the stage and a third sandy blonde came on the stage donning a blue and white hibiscus flowered bikini top with matching blue parayo. She smiled and began to dance to "California Gurls" by Katy Perry. She swung her parayo off, revealing matching bikini bottoms, and threw it out into the audience, which of course was caught by a hollering Geoff.
"Back to business, rookie." Chris remarked to Duncan, earning him a scoff.
"Rookie? Yeah, right. If I was such a rookie, I wouldn't have figured out that this was a heist in the ten seconds Geoff told me about it. "Helping a kingpin sell black diamonds"? You must be really smart, getting two chimps to do your dirty work while you reap all the benefits, huh?" Duncan snapped back. This guy was really starting to get on his nerves, seeming like somebody who talked a big game but never went through, and that was the last damn thing he had the time for.
"Seems like you've been around the block and know your stuff, but you're still a rookie to me. A rookie that will become a very valuable asset in making sure this goes off without any problems. You do know what a pigeon drop is, don't you?"
Duncan scoffed, "Yes, I know what a pigeon drop is. Like you said, I've been around the block. I've even pulled off heists in prison. You need me, you're too afraid to admit it, but it's written all over your two-timing face." Chris wanted to cut this short, he wasn't in the mood to deal with the snarky delinquent.
"Whatever, you're not a newbie, I get it. Anyways, Geoff has been my runner boy for about two years, this isn't my first time with these kinds of things either. Since Jockstrap isn't here, we'll have to postpone this meeting three days from now, so be sure to clear your schedule. 11:30 am, sharp, before club hours. I fully expect for all of you to show, so you better get it through Geoff's head." He stood up, with Duncan following him out of the office.
"What do I look like, a baby sitter?" Duncan inquired, as they made their way back to the lobby.
"No, you don't. You look like the one they'll listen to besides me. They listen to me because they know big things will happen with me, but you're the one that can get through to them on a mental level, make sure they don't fuck anything up." Chris pointed at his head. "Got it?"
"Yeah, whatever. 11:30 sharp, I'm good to go." As Duncan was about to join Geoff at his table, he stopped in his tracks, practically frozen. He became immediately fixated on the angel across the room.
"Who… is… that phenomenal creature?"
Who is it that caught Duncan's eye? Is it Courtney, or could it be somebody else? Find out in Chapter 3, "Ice Chickie"!
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