U there? Getting drunk. Club Nuveau.

Xavia hit the send button, the text going to Kendra. She set her phone in front of her and downed her first shot. The bartender, who was a cute younger guy, dressed in a bowler hat, a black vest with arm garter, and slacks; he gave her a knowing look. It was easy to tell by her face that she was upset. Though she had fixed her make up to perfection, her eyes were swollen from the hours she spent letting loose with tears she had refused to shed in front of a man. Said bartender poured her another shot at her signal.

She had tried some shopping therapy to clear her head, which meant she was now dressed in a really spicy dress in a scarlet color, which cling in all the right places. She had black, Mary Jane style pumps, and silk stockings with the seams up the back of her legs. Her hair was thrown up in victory rolls, a red rose tucked behind her ear, makeup on point with perfect cat eyes and matte red lips.

The whiskey burned it's way to her stomach. She gave a shudder, signaled for a third, thea fourth shot, and then held her hand up for a pause because the drink hit her head fast. She wasn't drunk yet... She would be crap faced if she did not slow down on shots. She moved out to the dance floor, which was kind of empty at the moment.

The techno beat of the current song seemed to drone on and on,but she danced anyhow. Eventually as the club started to pick up business, other people joined. She seemed to ignore the men for the moment, already feeling kicked while she was down.

Geo had really upset her. She made a fool of herself, she took full responsibility or the foolishness... But at the end of the day... He kissed her. She did not kiss him, he did the kissing. And then he acted like she was crazy to feel a connection when the kiss had been pretty magnificent. He claimed he did not want to go down that road, and that would have been fine if he had just... Asked her to move away from him... She would have moved. But damn it, he kissed her and she melted.

She just wanted to numb herself by that point.

Kendra was late. She was sitting in her room trying to decide what to wear. She didn't have anything of a particularly flashy nature. Most of her clothes had holes in them.  There were rips in just about all of the jeans she owned. Kendra's face pushed over to one side in a contemplative smirk. I guess it don't really matter what I loo like. Ain't like I'm gone be looking to get lucky or noth'n. She thought as she peeled the shirt from her slender frame. Her body quivered a bit as the cool air of the room kissed her pale skin.

Kendra slipped on her favorite t-shirt. It was pretty dorky. It had a kitten on the front wearing glasses and smiling and it said "Meow's it going?" Kendra slipped on her jeans with the rips and tears on the thighs and slipped on her boots. Sitting on the edge of the bed she tied them tight. That's when she noticed that her phone had an unread message sitting on it.  Picking up the phone she opened her texts.

New message April 13th, 2017 9:49pm

U there? Getting drunk. Club Nuveau. 

Kendra sighted and began to type a reply. 

Running late.  Be there in five.  Don't drink to much, I'll be playing catchup!

^.^

She added an emoji to the end of the text and hit send.  She knew that Xavia was going through something.  She didn't seem like herself lately.  She didn't tell Kendra what it was about.  Though she was getting drunk, she was sure that at some point during the night Xavia would tell her all about it.  What Kendra didn't know was it was all over Geo.  A man that Kendra not only knew but was very close with.  Kendra if she was being honest with herself felt some sort of way about Geo herself it was hard not to, he just drew you to him. 

Kendra grabbed her keys and slipped out the door.  She hailed a cab outside of the mansion and it wasn't long before she was at the club.  The club scene wasn't really her bag.  She was doing this more for a friend than her own enjoyment.  She would have been fine meeting at a bar.  Then again, either place they were likely to get hit on by drunk horny men.  Kendra stepped inside and was greeting by the loud gnawing music.  It was a concussional assault on her ears.  She moved over to the bar.  "Can I get a bud light lime?" She drank occasionally.  She didn't over do it, but she was a simple bud light girl.  She settled into a stool looking around for Xavia.  She didn't see her yet, but this place was crowded.  She pulled out her phone and texted her again.

I'm here.  Already catching up to ya!

The bartender set down her drink and she took a sip of it as she hit send on her phone.  She wasn't sure what the night would entail, but she could see herself getting a little tipsy if she didn't watch how many she had.  Didn't take her much to get her drunk.

She got off the dance floor, and happened to see Kendra. Xavia moved to sit down, signaled for another round, then sighed and sat down near her friend. She knocked back the shot, shuddered and set the shot glass down. "Maybe I switch to vodka, whiskey is not too great." She gave a snort of tipsy amusement, doing just that. "Hey. Dancing already started," she giggled a little. One could see she was on her way to a drunken haze.

She kept thinking about that stupid kiss, which made each shot she took that much more important to her. She had to pause again already, wanting to get her buzz back up but not to stumble on the dance floor. "What take you so long?" She said, voice loud so Kendra could hear over the loud music. "Not fun to drink alone." She wasn't upset that Kendra had been late, it was asked with mild curiosity.

She pointed to Kendra and said, "She is on my tab, Marlo." The bartender tipped his hat in response.


The club was a favorite of hers, she did not remember how many late night shows she had done in this place but it had always been packed each time after the first few. She knew the place like the back of her hand, and every employee. She was officially VIP there, and had no problem taking her friend by the hand and leading her to the empty VIP booth.

A security guard opened upthe velvet rope, not needing to sed her card. "Hey there, Miss Layla. Long time, no see." Xavia grinned as she moved to shimmy onto the cushion. "Welcome to my favorite table," she said and indicated the other side of the booth. "Order whatever you wish. T'e world is our oyster." She flagged down a waitress and ordered some appetizers, she got a gigantic salad to help keep her clear headed long enoufgh for the night to really get started.

Well as it turns out Xavia was having fun. Or at least she seemed to be. Kendra laughed when she pulled her through the dance floor to the VIP section. She wasn't used to this at all.  She was never much of a club person.  She enjoyed a quite beer at home now and again, but the music.  The people.... She was out of her comfort zone for sure.  And sitting in the VIP section didn't take long before people started to notice. 

Kendra fell into the booth laughing that she had almost spilled her drink.  "You okay honey?"  She asked laughing a bit.  Xavia seemed to her to be having a great time dancing and drinking.  Good.  She thought.  She really didn't know what to expect from tonight, but tonight seemed like it was going to be a lot more fun that she realized.  Kendra took her beer and brought it to her pouty lips and took a swig.  She kept her eye on Xaiva as she did so she was laughing at something and telling her the world was their oyster.  Isn't that a line from scarface?  Kendra was a bit of a movie buff as it turned out. 

It wasn't long before the VIP treatment of two beautiful woman had gotten someone's attention however.  As two or three very handsome men came over to sniff out the table.  Introduce themselves.  "Hey ladies what are you drinking alone for?  Either of you want to dance?"  A rather good looking black man asked.  He was wearing slacks and a dress shirt.  Kendra felt a wave of embarrassment.  He was handsome, and she was sitting there in a t-shirt that said "Meow's it going?"  Oh why oh why didn't i take a few more minutes getting ready and decide this shirt was a bad idea?  She asked herself.  She wasn't sure what the club scene was like now days, but she felt woefully underdressed. 

Another guy looked over at Xavia and smiled at her.  "Mind if we join you?"  the second one asked.  He was asking in general, but he seemed to be more asking Xavia's permission than anyones.  Kendra looked over at Xaiva.  She wasn't sure what to make of the situation, but she looked to gague Xavia's reaction.

"Fine," she lied. She was not fine, she had humiliated herself, and she felt pretty upset about that. She unconsciously made a face that gave away that something was wrong. She tried to play it off by drinking some beer that the waitress just brought over. And it wasn't long before the men came along to attempt to get somewhere. She rolled her eyes a little while looking at Kendra, then sighed and said, "Sure, why not?" She easily slid out of the booth, held her hand out to the other guy to head to the dance floor.

She shrugged at her friend, then gestured toward the dance floor with a nod of her head. If Kendra joined all the better, if not, Xavia said, "Just one."

It became quite clear that tipsy Xavia was bold, and probably going to get into trouble. She kept the man at arms length still, dancing apart from him. But then one dance led to another, and then a third, and she was clearly frustrating the dude with her aloof ways. "I am going to go get some beer." She nodded and just kept dancing. When he returned, he handed her a drink and she, normally smart enough to decline to drink, drank it....

She eventually went to sit back down, texting Kendra to join her again. If she did, Xavia spilled some of the beans, saying, "I made fool of myself for a man, but he did not have to kiss me. He was so easy to want to get close, and I... Wish I would have just told him to stay away. He is like me.. Of eart'. Geo..."

She rubbed her forehead, starting to feel gross. She closed her eyes for a minute, and when they opened the room was spinning. "Uggh, maybe I drink too fast." But she hadn't. With as much as she paced herself, she shouldn't have been more than just tipsy. She felt flushed.

Something was weird. She shook her head to try and clear it, then said, "I need air." She got up again, stumbled, took her shoes off and then headed to the door not too far from where the VIP booth was, to the patio where the smokers went. The guy that had been dancing with her seemed to follow after as soon as he spotted her heading outside.

Xavia felt arms around her, stumbled again and dropped the shoes. Someone lifted her up, or that was what it felt like, and carried her toward the gate that led to an alley. She felt herself being pressed up to a wall not moments later... Fear did not quite register with her... She was trying to gain control of her thoughts. It only clicked after a moment that the man from earlier was trying to do something to her. She stuck her hand in her pocket and fumbled for her phone, a weird text getting sent in the process to Kendra that was nothing but gibberish. Then she accidentally sent a call to her friend and the phone hit the ground.

Kendra would be able to hear a very slurry Xavia protest whatever was being done. "Stop...." She sounded drugged. "Don't..." She needed help. And then the phone went dead after a scuffle started happening, a cry being cut off.

Kendra followed her friend out on the dance floor. She brought her beer with her not wanting to leave it behind. She was being led to the floor by the handsome black man. She didn't intend for anything to happen. She had a girlfriend, but she could play wingman to cheer up her friend. She had never been the best at reading people so when Xaiva said she was fine Kendra took it to mean that she was really fine and thought nothing else of it.

After a few dances Xavia's dance partner headed off. Kendra wasn't making any contact with the man she was dancing with. She was shaking her hips and dancing with her beer above her head. It was kind of fun. She was getting lost in the moment of just letting everything go and being a little wild. Not at all like herself, but she was trying to have agood time so that Xavia could have agood time. She wasn't sure if she was really ok, she seemed a bit tipsy, but emotionally she seemd for the moment to be doing alright.

When her dance partner left to get a few beers Xavia had told her that she had made a fool of herself. She tried to kiss someone but she didn't catch the name of the guy she was talking about over the loud rockus music. She smiled "Forget'em! He ain't worth your time sugar!' She yelled back.

Watching the man return with the drinks Xavia drank I down quick and almost instantly she looked worse.  What's going on? Kendra thought. She watched as Xavia seemed to get sweaty and bothered. She handed her drink to the guy she was dancing with. "Honey you ok?" She asked, but Xavia stumbled past her. Kendra looked back at the guy she was with and excused herself. Taking her beer with her she couldn't find Xavia anywhere. Maybe she went to the bathroom? She thought as she sat back at the table. She looked back at the dancefloor and the guys they were with seemed to vanish as well. Kendra took a few swigs of her beer while she waited. It wasn't long before the something the man slipped into 'her' drink started to hit her. He had slipped a little extra. The redhead was cute and he didn't want to mess up a sure thing.

Kendra started to watch the room spin around her. The lights, the music. It all blured into one big jumble. She slumped into the booth fighting the urge to sleep. Why am I tired? She remembred thinking. Kendra tried to fight it. Her phone went off. Looking at it and squinting to read it in a hazy blur she couldn't make out what it said. She couldn't even make out who it was from. Where's Xavia? She wondered and she passed out.

Kendra was standing outside of her body. She saw the club jumping still. No one seemed to notice the read head slumped in the booth. Her phone rang and she saw that it was Xavia. She was still a little groggy, but her senses were a little clearer in ther astral form. Her senses were always slightly muted in astral.  "Xaiva?" she asked, but when she heard the crying she knew something was wrong. She teleported outside of the nightclub into the street looking around frantically. Where is she? She heard some cries from the alley and ran in that direction.

She saw a man with his pants down shoving Xavia roughly up against a dumpster and she felt a rage pour through her. Kendra teleported over to him. She placed her hand on his head like she was palming a basketball and slammed his head into the brick wall beside him. He fell down slumped in a heap groaning. Kendra kicked him hard in the ribs a few times. "Hey honey are you ok?"  "What the fuck?!?"  He cried out and she kicked him in the face as hard as she could. He didn't utter another word. 

She had to get Xavia out of here. She was out of it. She was a mess. She was..... Then she felt something on her breast. It felt like a hand. She looked dwon and saw that her shirt was riding up on it's own like a ghost was trying to strip her. She knew instantly what had happened. She teleported Xavia across the street. and sat her own a bench. IT was the best she could find for the time being.

Kendra teleported back inside the club but her body wasn't alone now. The black guy was leaning over her licking her neck and sliding a hand up her shirt. She teleported over to him and broke a bottle of champaign over his head. The guard at the VIP section was gone. No one was there to witness the horrible act. Kendra grabbed her body and pulled it out of the both.  She threw her arm over her shoulder and slumped towards the door. Her arm was around her neck appearing to be hugging an invisible person. Her head rolled to the side and she seemed asleep which she was. The awkward shuffling movements of her body towards the back exit thankfully went unnoticed as well.

She wasn't sure what she was going to do as she stepped out into the night. There was Xavia who was in no shape to do anything.   There was the little problme of her own unconscious body being puppeteered by an invisible avatar. She grabbed her own hand and made it wave trying to hail a cab!

The cab pulled over and she helpd herself into the backseat. Trying her best to make the movement of her limp body look natural. She reached out and pantomimed her hand reaching for the handle before she opened the door and eased her body in the backseat. She teleported over to Xavia and grabbed her. "Hoeny we're gone get you home." She said sympathetically. She was more worried about her friend than what might've happened to herself. As she started leading Xavia over to the waiting taxi.

What was happening?! She slumped in the cab, her mind still whirling so bad. She felt horrible, like nothing she had ever felt before. She had not ever done drugs... Not hard drugs beyond alcohol anyways. Whatever was in her was something bad! The whole ride home was like a bad trip, the lights, the traffic everything a chaotic mess within her head.

She did not remember getting in the house but somehow she was in there and curling up on the floor of the foyer. She did not notice her pretty new dress was ripped or that she had been hit across the side of her face or that shwe had a bloody lip frtom the struggle she'd given.

Flashes of what happened went through her brain, and she started to freak out, naturally, but things did not come out of her mouth. In reality, she was wherever Kendra had actually put her... Whether it was still in the cab, or if somehow she really was in the house.

Xavia was out of it.  Kendra's body was slumped against the door.  Both women in the backseat of the cab looked worse for wear.  Daydream sat between her body and Xavia's each woman was leaning against a window.  "Just take us to that mansion, the X-mansion."  She said to the driver.  She didn't have to try and slur her words, she was feeling the effects of the doping even in her astral form.  Things felt.. Fuzzy.  Disjointed.  She had a wave of grogginess wash over her tha she was fighting for Xavia's sake.

It wasn't long before the cab was coming to a complete stop.  Kendra had used the car right to wake her body up.  She was really out of it, but at least her eyes were cracked open enough to get them out of the cab. 

Waking up Kendra lazily pulled on the door handle until the door popped open.  She crawled out of the cab and used the cab to lean on as she made her around to Xavi's side.  Her legs felt like they weighed 1,000 pounds each.  She didn't know Xavia's address by heart and they needed to be somewhere not there.  Anywhere would be better than there, so she told the driver to come to the mansion.  Kendra moved around the car and sluggishly opened the door.  She helped Xavia out.  Her astral form had disappeared sense she was cognicent and awake moving with her own body.

Kendra handed the cabbie a few bills and didn't bother to count them.  She pulled Xavia from the backseat and threw her arm over her shoulder.  So tired.  She thought.  Just want to sleep.  She drug her through the front gate.  Xavia was so heavy.  The asshole cabbie could have offered to help but he didn't.  It was late.  Mostly everyone was in bed by now.  Getting Xavia up the stairs was the worst.  More than once she thought they were both going to take a tumble down the stairs. 

Kendra finally made it to where she was going.  Her bedroom.  She pushed open the door and helped Xavia to her bed.  Xavia was pretty out of it at that point, but she eased her down into the bed.  "Honey I brought'chu back to my place. Ima get'chu changed ok?"  Kendra asked.  Sh wasn't even sure how she was still on her feet, but she didn't want Xavia to wake up from this and see the torn dress.  That would cause the memory to come crashing back for her.  Kendra grabbed an old extra large t-shirt for her and gave it to her.  She was lucid enough to get changed she thought.  She gave her the shirt to wear and a pair of shorts and gave her a moment to change. 

Kendra went into the bathroom and sat on the tub.  Her head leaned against the wall as she fought her eyelids closing.  They closed anyways.  She felt her body getting heavier and she allowed herself to slink into the tub slowly.  Curling up a little she felt.... Safe there, I'm just so tired.  She thought as she fell back asleep.

Oh god, oh god, oh god... Why couldn't she move her limbs? She was so.... Tired... So heavy... Her head lolled on the pillow the moment Kendra was able to get the petite and not so heavy, thankfully, plant mutant to the destination of the bed. She did not know that she had to be tended to, did not remember changing her clothing, nothing.

She woke up after the pill wore off. A blood curdling scream, and some panicked sobbing came from her raw throat. She rolled out of the bed, flopping down on the floor and looking around in obvious bewilderment. Oh god, what happened? Oh god.

There was a ringing in her ears... Her tongue reminded her of sandpaper against the dry roof of her mouth. She crawled, somewhere... Yes... There...! A door. "Help," she wheezed out as she tried to get the door open with limbs that barely cooperated. She noticed that she could not open her eye, it was so swollen and throbbing.

Xavia managed to get the bathroom door open, she crawled toward where she saw a limb, then pulled herself up. How long had she been out? Was she still dreaming as she started to shake her friend. "Kendra... Kendra... Oh god, open your eyes..." She started to freak out harder, her forehead dropping to the side of the tub. God, she felt like her arms here like cement blocks in water.

It was stupid for her to leave the room, but watching Xavia lying there tormented and battered was pulling at her heart strings. She couldn't look at her anymore. Less she break down and cry. Kendra decided that while they both slept she could slip away and clear her head. Try to walk off the groggy feeling that was still coursing through her astral body. Daydream moved through the halls and down into the kitchen. She wanted a cup of coffee. As she fixed it she found herself playing back the events of the night in her head. You can't trust anyone these days.

When her coffee was done she took it outside and had a cigarette. Her main vices.  Coffee and cigarettes.  She was hoping they would help, but they did little to calm her nerves. Even the passage of time didn't do much to calm her down. It had been awhile, and she decided she should go check up on Xavia and make sure she was still asleep. Moving towards her room she took another sip of her coffee. When she opened the door the bed was empty. 

Her heart panicked for a moment. Oh god where is she?  She thought, but then she heard the cries coming from the bathroom.  Someone saying please god open your eyes. She didn't understand at frist until she remembered that her body was still in the tub.  She dropped her coffee.  It feel to the carpet with a muted thud as the brown liquid soaked into the carpet.  "Xavia!"  She cried running into the bathroom.  She stopped in the doorway. 

"It's ok. I'm just'a sleep.  Come on let's get'chu outta here."  Her eyes fell over her friend.  It broke her heart to see the swollen face with tears running down them.  She noticed that she was only wearing the shirt that she had given her.  The shorts were still lying on the bed.  Kendra reached down and helped her up.  Reassuring her that everything was ok.  Kendra didn't know how far the man had gotten with her in the alley, but she hoped that she had gotten there before anything happened besides a few bruises and a terrible fright.  For Xavia's sake.  Shhhhhh shhhhh shhhh.  she said as she movied her over to the bed.  "It's ok honey, I'm not going anywhere.  Thangs got ugly tonight, but you're safe now. You're at the mansion.  Im my room."  She wasn't sure if Xavia could understand her.  Kendra still had a slightly groggy feeling though it was starting to fade a little now.  

Somehow she made it back to the bed, not realizing at first that invisible hands WERE helping her up onto the mattress, which upon closer inspection would reveal the horrifying truth of the matter. Xavia curled up and stuffed her knuckles against her mouth, starting to feel pains as the horrid effects of the drug started to lift.

She curled up tighter. She did this to herself, she had list her head over a guy she did not even know! And then she got drunk and... Things went hazy from there. "Sorreeehehee!" She sobbed out, making it blatantly clear that she felt lije this was all... Her fault. Even though she did not know yet just how far it went.

She passed out again. When she woke up the next time, she was resting fitfully against the pillows. Oh... Yeah... Her eye was swollen shut. By that point, she was.... Numb. She rolled her head to the side, her eye fixed on the wall. She lay there, just... Lay there, silent, unblinking for a while, before she stumbled to her feet. She pulled on the rest of the clothing that had been handed to her, hands shaking hard with shock. She went into the bathroom again, right for the sink to get water into her mouth. As she straightened up the best that could be allowed and caught sight of her own face, she started to have an anxiety attack, breathing coming in panicked gasps.

She backed toward a corner and slid down to her butt, drawing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them, forehead moving to rest in the cradle created there.

"You look like shit honey." Dream said. She was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with Xavia crouched in the corner. Dream was invisible, as she always was when she was in her astral form. She looked at Xavia and wished there was something she could do for her, but there wasn't much she could do except let her work through it. She sighed and reached for bottle that was sitting on the desk. It was a desk just outside the bathroom door.  Popping the quark on the bottle she took a few swigs of Johnny Walker before offering the bottle to Xavia.  Things had gotten ugly, bitter and more than a little nasty. 

Offering the bottle to Xaiva the bottle appeared to float in mid air all by itself.  It was something to numb her.  Make her forget. She only remembered fragments, but Dream was sure that she wanted to forget those fragmented nightmares as well.  `There was something bout Kendra Xavia didn't know.  Her sleep affected her in weird ways. 

She was constantly tired, and run down.  Even if she slept 10 hours she would wake up restless because he mind never really rebooted.  It never got a chance to take a break like most normal people.  So when she slipped into her dreams and became this astral form she sometimes acted.....Differently.  Kendra had an alter ego.  A persona if you will.  She called this persona Dream.  Dream was wild and crazy and out for fun, thrills and mischief.  She didn't always show up.  It wasn't like Kendra could control it.

The fact was depending on how tired she was when she fell asleep Dream might not even show up.  It might just be Kendra's normal personality in astrl form.  Though, when she was really really tired, like now for instance being drugged.  Dream liked to show her face.  Dream was Kendra's astral projection same s any other time only when she was really tired the impulse control centers of her brain ran wild and unchecked.  Meaning when she ws incredibly tired she normally dream walked looking to get into trouble. 

Dream looked down at Xavia and set the bottle on the floor in front of her as she still hadn't taken her up on her offer.  "Screw those guys.  Matter of fact.  I grabbed his wallet."  Dream said pulling out Xavia's attackers wallet from her back pocket.  When she dream walked whatever she was holding when she woke up would be transported back to her body with her.  In this case her astral form had snatched the creep's wallet from his unconscious body. She tucked it into her own back pocket so her body resting peacefully in the tub had a man's wallet unknowingly sitting in her pants pocket.

Dream opened the wallet and pulled out the driver's liscense.  She pulled out the cash too and slipped that into her own pocket. " Lloyd Flenderson 239 Wallamack drive.  We should pay this asshole a visit.  Show him what happens when you mistreat women."  She said in a somewhat uninterested tone.  Dream tossed the wallet in the sink.  It landed with a thud as she looked at Xavia.  "He shouldn't get away with this shit."

She did not accept the alcohol. She just sat there, silent for quite some time, listening to a phantom version of her friend talking to her while her sleeping and drugged up body was stashed in the bathtub. She just shook her head at the plots of revenge, quietly unfolding herself, standing up and saying quietly, "What is use?"

Xavia walked to the sink again, refusing to look at her face. Her fingers curled around the nearest bar of soap, she turned on the water... Cold water... And just... Scrubbed... She stripped each piece of borrowed clothing off and just... Scrubbed... With each passing swipe of the soap, dip of the hand under cold water, she began to scrub raw patches and she started to shudder.

She couldn't get clean, damn it! She couldn't wash away the vile filth upon her skin. It felt like crawling ants... All over her skin. And then she was calm... Just... Really calm.

Too calm.

Dream watched her scrubbed at her skin and a look of anger briefly smeared across the dream walkers usually pretty face. Dream reached down and grabbed Xavia by the shoulders. She teleported with her in her grasp and reappeared outside.  In the grounds of the mansion. Letting go for a moment there was a smalls swoosh sound of Dream teleporting again back to the room. She wanted to grab her police baton and her tranqualizer gun.

Dream teleported back to where she had left Xavia on the lawn. She could teleport people around limited distance she didn't have the ability to go anywhere in the world, but as long as it was within the confines of a single city it was ok. Still it took more concentration to teleport more than just herself. It was taxing on her mind and only pushed her already overburdened mind further into this 'Dream' persona. The more restless her mind became the more care free and risk taking it became.  Dream looked at Xavia who didn't really seem like she was completey 'there' with her.

"We're going to teach this fuck a lesson!  You will not be a victim."  She said grabbing Xavia's hand and teleporting with her down the street every so often they would stop and take a few steps on foot before she would teleport them again closer to their destination.  She knew where Wallamack drive was.  She knew where she was going.  The way they were travelling had to be disorienting as hell, but Dream wasn't thinking about that.  She was only focused on revenge for her friend.

She kept getting teleported, moved along by a revenge driven phantom version of someone who was as close to a "bestie" as one could get in such a short time. She did not want to go, did not want to face the individual who stooped to drug her and put his hands where they did not belong. Her skin still crawled, she felt dirty and guilty. She felt like it was her fault for it happening. But one could only get pushed too much. "Ojay! Stop! I will go."

She hated this. But Kendra was probably right, she should not be a victim. What happened was beyond disgusting. As they came to a stop at the address in question, Xavia started to turn around, "What are we going to do?"

It was a valid question. She obviously did not want to end up killing a man, did she? A small, malice filled voice answered, yes... He deserved it. He did a bad thing, he will do bad things to other women!! Another voice growled out to make the man a eunuch, make him suffer and live maimed for the rest of his miserable existence. Make. Him. Suffer.

She started to feel the anger creeping in. This was not the first time a man had hurt her, though maybe the first time someone did the unspeakable. No more... She could not do it again! Enough was enough.