10-21-2013, 06:19 PM
She regarded her released hand suspiciously. New Yorkers weren't known for their trust. Then again, neither were Muscovites.
Tony was practiced and smooth. The fact that he'd turned the tables against her wasn't overlooked, and Claire smirked approvingly. June would have adored Tony. Which of course meant she'd fuck him just for asking for her number. The slut. Man, she missed that crazy girl.
"I'm looking for jobs, smartass."
The hint of a grin eased her sarcasm. Claire might talk a big game, and look pretty authentic, but if Tony looked closely enough, he'd see a safety pin wedged in the corner of her designer bag where the lining had ripped a hole clean through the side. It'd be a shame for a girl to lose her lip gloss. Her current blushed pink color was impossible to find over here.
"I grew up right between East New York and Brownsville. The kind of place where police officers get mugged at gunpoint."
She smiled a crooked smile. "We got a saying. That if you make it to be 25 years old, you're either dead, in jail, or already out again and done with gang life."
As they walked, Claire was keeping an eye on her surroundings. She wasn't paranoid, but simply staying aware. Besides, she did have a few tricks up her sleeve. Such as a black feather dangling from one of the many bracelets around her arm. She held it out and twisted her forearm upward so Tony could see it laid against her pale skin. "But this charm helps."
"Know any place hiring? I'm not without skills..."
She withdrew her arm, fiddling absently with the feather as they walked. At least the rain had paused. She'd been worried it was about to pour any second. "...I'm psychic,"
she winked.
Edited by Claire, Oct 21 2013, 06:20 PM.
Tony was practiced and smooth. The fact that he'd turned the tables against her wasn't overlooked, and Claire smirked approvingly. June would have adored Tony. Which of course meant she'd fuck him just for asking for her number. The slut. Man, she missed that crazy girl.
"I'm looking for jobs, smartass."
The hint of a grin eased her sarcasm. Claire might talk a big game, and look pretty authentic, but if Tony looked closely enough, he'd see a safety pin wedged in the corner of her designer bag where the lining had ripped a hole clean through the side. It'd be a shame for a girl to lose her lip gloss. Her current blushed pink color was impossible to find over here.
"I grew up right between East New York and Brownsville. The kind of place where police officers get mugged at gunpoint."
She smiled a crooked smile. "We got a saying. That if you make it to be 25 years old, you're either dead, in jail, or already out again and done with gang life."
As they walked, Claire was keeping an eye on her surroundings. She wasn't paranoid, but simply staying aware. Besides, she did have a few tricks up her sleeve. Such as a black feather dangling from one of the many bracelets around her arm. She held it out and twisted her forearm upward so Tony could see it laid against her pale skin. "But this charm helps."
"Know any place hiring? I'm not without skills..."
She withdrew her arm, fiddling absently with the feather as they walked. At least the rain had paused. She'd been worried it was about to pour any second. "...I'm psychic,"
she winked.
Edited by Claire, Oct 21 2013, 06:20 PM.