Margot was British, but she didn't stay long at home before she went out on her adventure of touring the world. However, for Margot, an adventure was a whole lot more than beautiful cities and places, it was also beautiful men, women sometimes and touring the paradise each of their bodies had to offer.
Margot had cut off ties with her parents who were aged and she was not remorseful about that in the least. She was adopted after all.
Besides her pretty face and charming accent, her 'Jezebelic' body movements were enough to sweep any man of sound mind off his feet. She knew her power and it wasn't long before it became her biggest asset.
Margot was living the wild girl's dream and this continued for years until Travis walked into her life. Travis was another fucked up kid who left his life to find something deeper or different in Norway, so their bonding wasn't too hard to figure out.
Their biggest bond was AVID+(a pill that contained hallucinogens, ecstasy and morphine) and this was the wildest of their exploits.
"Our sex is amazing, baby, but our AVID+ tops the charts" Margot said as she giggled her way out of bed, half naked next to Travis's backside.
"Ohhh! come back here, you nasty girl" Travis replied, trying so hard to replicate her British accent and he did a poor job at this. He always did.
Margot walked into the toilet next door, a few steps from the bedspace of what felt like a one room apartment and she yawned as she squatted to urinate.
"Margot?" Travis said seductively from the bed with a desire for sex or some bit of pleasure.
"Shhhrrr" the toilet sounded as she flushed it.
Margot got up and found her way to the table that was coloured in multiple colours of what looked like powder, which in reality were pills of different forms and sizes that Margot and Travis had squashed while sniffing it up their nostrils.
"Kkrrr" the pills bottle rattled as Margot shook it to know how much more they had.
"Travis, we're almost out of this" she turned back at Travis as she said to him raising the pills bottle into the air.
She turned back towards the table that had a mirror on it and looked at her face- rough, tattered hair, half-cooked makeup she didn't wash off from the club last night and rainbow coloured tongue from only God knows what.
She returned her head to the pills bottle which she expertly opened and popped out two pills into her hand and straightway tossed them into her mouth and pushed it down her throat with her saliva.
"Lexila, play me something from the 2020's, 'Machine gun Kelly' or something." Margot said as she shook her head dancing to the music that was yet to start. The drugs were probably kicking in already.
"Playing Machine gun Kelly right now" Lexila replied as the song came up from the Hologram speaker beside Travis's bedspace.
"Oh, girl, you know I can never resist a good song" Travis said as he put aside the cover cloth and grumbled his way out of bed.
"That's more like it, baby" Margot said as Travis's hands wrapped her from behind and they danced out of beat but wildly till they ran out of breath.
All of this was a week ago, but things had changed pretty quickly and rather sadly.
Margot got up from the toilet seat looking worse than before, with depression evident as stretch marks painted over her face and grief as the rags she wore which she didn't care to change.
The night after they danced to Machine gun Kelly, Travis was shot dead at the club's entrance while waiting for Margot to finish picking up their AVID+ from the dealer down the corner.
Travis smiled broadly as she walked about 40 feet away towards him, it was no surprise, as he was in love as much as she was.
Margot looked towards the two ugly pill bottles in her unzipped handbag for what felt like 3 seconds and she was forced to look up and towards Travis as she heard a gun shot fired very close to where she was headed.
Fear gripped her tightly as she stood there, helpless and unable to move. A body fell right to the ground, lifeless, and it was Travis's.
With two men on the run after the shots being fired, she didn't need no convincing to know that he had been killed.
She found the strength to move closer to where his body had dropped on to, and it was a sad sight. Margot knelt down to his bleeding body and he had been shot right through the chest like he didn't see it coming. Margot placed her hand on his hair as she cried gently like her voice had been taken from her.
For Margot, Travis was her world, and he had just been taken away from her.