| Jordan, Sylvia, & Benny |
[25 Jan 2010|02:19am] |
::It was late night in New York City, but the darkness was perpetually waning thanks to the host of light pollution, even in Manhattan. The sounds of traffic -- rude and unseemly -- hardly seemed so to the city's inhabitants -- from the lowest, sniveling crackhead to the kings of New York in the penthouses in the sky. Sylvia Russo, who had been born and raised in the Bronx, didn't seem the least bit phased by the sirens screaming down the streets below her mid-level studio somewhere in the meatpacking district. She was happy as a lark and naked as the day she was born; the woman, who had to be in her late 30s, had just lit the after-sex cigarette. "I love this place. There are famous people all around! Heath Ledga' died in that building thea', across the street." Miss Russo used her cigarette to gesture in the direction of the big, bay window to the left of her king-sized, canopy bed, which was dressed in the finest, ivory silk; wispy fabric hanging from the wrought-iron canopy itself undulated under the fan's steady whirl. Yes, even though it was probably close to ten degrees outside, she had the fan on. "And I saw Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen and oh -- Derek Jeetah' ..." The woman, who bore a striking resemblance to the chic in My Cousin Vinny, both in looks and in voice, chuckled throatily and rolled onto her side, reaching over Benny's chest to flick her cigarette ashes into the bedside ashtray on the night-table. "You know, you need to come into town more often. I got lotsa girls you and your boys can party with. As dirty as the broads back home, and ten times as good lookin' ...." The Marisa Tomei look-a-like dipped her chin low, giving his chest a slow, playful lick. Mischief lit her dark eyes -- and if it was a put-on look, it was on all the time. Sylvia always looked like she had a secret -- a good one. "You eva been with two? How 'bout three? Fo'a? More?" Another naughty sound escaped her throat and, careful with her cigarette, she continued to make out with his chest as she climbed his body and swung her bare leg over his waist, saddling up again.::
"You know Sylv, you are supposed to name drop to get me into your bed. After doesn't really fucking matter." His hand was much larger than her's and he could fit her hand in just the palm of his own, which he did. Ben lifted her hand and its cigarette up to his lips where he held both, while he inhaled. He swallowed the smoke and it's musty taste."Mmm. More than four. Is that even fun?" He tucked his chin so he could watch her show. The way her mouth worked over his bare chest put a slow grin on his whole face. "You sure you have enough friends for my boys. I wouldn't want them to come all the way up here and be disappointed." He directed her hand back to his mouth for another hit. The fan with the shit radiator heating of the New York apartments coupled with her tongue talent show caused him to shiver slightly. He attempted to cover it up by flipping her over so she was on her back and he was dominating. "New York just isn't a friendly place when it's got snow on the ground, honey. Don't you and your girls ever go on vacation? Someplace warm. That way no one could be disappointed." He finally let go of her hand, relinquishing her right to the cigarette and its shared custody. He had better intentions for them, like roughly massaging his favorite part of her body -- her rack.
::What was Benny doing in town, anyway? How did they wind up over her place and in bed? That might be an easier question to answer, so I'll field that one. Sylvia had been hooking under the table for a long while now -- since she lived in Miami, Florida, and that was just about ten years ago. The fact that she'd done so well for herself wasn't some get-rich-quick sort of thing. It was years and years of stripping and fucking and saving and somehow keeping off the smack. She made a career out of a job that turned even the most hopeful, college-bound girls into lame junkies. That wasn't to say she was straight edge aside from her bedroom behavior -- Sylvia snorted coke on occasion, she did heroin a couple times, she smoked pot with her friends and was guilty of popping a few demerol (sp) for recreational purposes (or just for sleep), but for the most part, the only thing she was addicted to had been sex and cigarettes. So how did she make it in New York? By investing money with her friends into a gentlemen's club that they owned and operated. Now, she didn't have to fuck unless she wanted to. There was plenty of youth around to do it for her. That meant that Benny had some kind of special rapport with her -- be he an ex-boyfriend, or maybe the son of an ex-boyfriend (depending on how old or young you make him). Nothing was too trashy for Sylvia -- okay, well very little was. But she was cool with that, and never really pretended to be something she wasn't. "It's a dream," she said of more than four, and quite possibly because that's what it felt like. It was something she'd done very drunk or very high or both, but she didn't need to be to sleep with more than one person at a time. She got with her girlfriends sometimes and it was no big deal -- like the XXX-rated version of the Sex and the City movie or something. Either way, he steered the smoke toward his mouth, and the feel of his lips against the inside of her finger had her lids getting bedroom-heavy. Maybe it was what inspired her make-out with his chest. Either way, she let out a surprised yelp/scream when he grabbed her and threw her onto her back, unexpected and afraid for the cigarette that somehow, they managed to preserve. It was almsot done now, anyway. "New York just isn't a friendly place then it's got snow on the ground, honey. Don't you and your girls ever go on vacation? Someplace warm. That way, no one could be disappointed.":: Could you and your boys afford it? ::She countered after a punch-drunk little giggle. Sylvia was quick to laugh; it was her nature. A soft noise, soft and gut-born, picked up in her throat when his rough, probably calloused hands closed posessively over her breasts. While she could, Sylvia felt around with the hand holding the cigarette for the ashtray on the nighttable, hoping to spare herself a housefire before the sensations got to be too much.:: They could pick 'em out, right off the website. ::The girls of their choosing.:: "But you gotta save some for me ..." she told him, her voice already fucked into whiskey-rough territory. Sylvia was arching her slender back and nuzzling her pelvis and hips to casually and fluidly get back to screwing, but all that ended with a knee-jerk yelp and freak-out when her bedroom door flew open, doorknob slamming into the wall. "Sylvia -- I shot him, I sh--" The fiesty Latina was in an obvious state of panic; she realized that Sylvia was not alone and that in fact, that was a man's ass in the air right there, in the middle of her bed. "Uhkay, lo siento, but ju need to guh. Guh!" The Eva Mendes look-a-like was still rattling around like she'd been through electro-shock. "We got to get DRESSED, we got to guh!" And just like that, Jordan started throwing open Sylvia's dresser drawers and pulling out clothing to pack in frenzy. "FINISH already!" Jordan barked, barely glancing over her shoulder at the couple.::
New York in January is just painful. It's cold and wet. Salt stained the hem of everyone's jeans and the slush on the ground was grey from the exhaust smoke of taxies. New York living was just as cold as it was outside with brickwall the style for a living room and old metal heaters on wood floors. Nothing was ever straight in New York either. Everything was crooked, right down to the floor and stairs. The buildings were old and no one wanted to pay the heavy expensive of rennovations or what that would do to the already spiked rent. In apartments like this, people ordered in just because they were too lazy to do all 7 flights and a half blook to the nearest x, y, or z of food. And so every place delivered. Most people loved that about New York. One New York block contained every ethnic food imaginable. Most places stayed open late and everything was with in walking distance to a subway stop of some kind. But Ben didn't love it. He wasn't a New Yorker. When he saw the t-shirts with the big red heart and the simplistic text professiong love for the big apple, he felt annoyed. Ben wasn't here because he wanted to be. Well, he was in Sylvia's apartment because he really, really enjoyed her mouth and what she could do with it, but he was in New York under duress. He felt like it was some sort of club punishment for having gotten a DUI while wearing his vest. Like that act alone was tarnish on their reputation. Or maybe it was punishment for failing his DUI class. Ben didn't really take it too seriously and he wasn't about to deny that he thought it was a joke. So he was here, on business or vacation, which had turned into an extended stay. "afford it?" He scuffed into the valley of her chest. He had gone from grouping her chest with his rough hands to making up for it with his soft mouth. His breath was warm and even against her skin, while his facial hair was a soft scruff. "How much are you thinking it'd cost." He spoke between the walk of his lips from one nipple to the other, letting his chin rub into the spot just between them. "wait, you girls have a website? You really are a company aren't you?" He watched her snub out the end of their shared cigarette, before continuing his mouth on its walk, at his attempt for being symmetrical. They had been here for a while, at it like this long enough for one or both of them to be hungry. So maybe they had been waiting on food but got Jordan instead. His own hips easily persuaded to reciprocate by hers, pale ass up in the air when Sylvia's roommate busted in. Having no warning of keys in the door or maybe they didn't hear it, both partners were startled. "And who the fuck are you?" He stayed on top of her frozen with his head tilted and eyes on Jordan. "How about you go wherever you are going and we will stay right here and finish?" He was too annoyed to be embarrassed.
::Jordan had her own key to Sylvia's place. When I say that Sylvia and Jordan had been best friends for almost 10 years, I failed to mention that Sylvia has a very nuturing, motherly part to play in that friendship. She'd taken Jordan under her wing when they first met and ever since, Sylvia made up for being an awful mother (really, her kid stayed w/ Sylvia's parents and barely saw his mother) by being an awfully good friend. From the moment the door got thrown open, Sylvia was reeling, and she fought her way up to a sitting position in spite of the way he was sucking and biting at the lush swells of her breasts. "W-w-what?!" Sylvia, alarmed. "W-w-wait, baby, baby what are youeven sayin'?" the Marisa Tomei look a like struggled, combing her fingers through Benny's hair, fingers curling in to scritch (my word!) and massage at his scalp to apologize and to send the message that she wanted to finish what they'd started, that he shouldn't move just yet. That's not to say Benny had any plans of moving anyway. Jordan, who was digging through dresser drawer after dresser drawer, didn't bother answering Benny. "How about you go wherever you are going and we will stay right here and finish," he barked. "I ain't playing AROUND witchu," Jordan said, whirling around suddenly with an armful of clothes to mark Sylvia (and Benny) with her eyes. Thanks to the light pollution pouring in through the bay window, the pair could more easily see Jordan, who looked disheveled. She was wearing one of her signature outfits -- skinny jeans that seemed tattood to her body and a pair of murderously heeled stripper shoes -- red vinyl -- a shirt, and a fitted, suede jacket with fake fur around the collar, the likes of which were matted with blood. "Dey probly luking for me already!" Jordan wasn't one to cry, ever. But still, she was visibly upset. ".... Who? You -- are you bleeding??" In that instant, Benny was forgotten about and Sylvia wriggled her way away from him, naked as she was, to scramble to her feet and look over her friend. Sylvia reeked of sex, but nobody in the room look phased. "This is my best friend, Jordan," she told Benny. Jordan Esteves had been on the cover of Playboy a couple years ago, but she hadn't done much in Hollywood since. Sure, she'd been to a few parties at Heff's house and had a brief stint as a feature dancer but frankly; she didn't like that -- the big stage show. Jordan liked what she'd always known -- stripping -- well, that and hosting a few parties in nightclubs in places like Miami, Los Vegas, and New York. "I dunno," exhaled Jordan, whose eyes jerked to Ben nervously. "Who's dat, ju dun't take dem home.... Do ju got a new boyfrien' or some-ting?" the Latina marveled, jaw-slack, and suddenly the serious conversation morphed into slumber-party talk. "He tried to chuck me and I shot da -- " the Eva MEndes look-a-like paused, unable to think of anything, much less the right word. "Da trigger," she managed, clutching at her throat gently, a ghost of where Tony had been. ".. Oh my Gawd," Sylvia breathed as it settled in. A million questions raced through Sylvia's mind, but none of them made it passed her lips. Instead. "You gotta get out of here. Honey, you gotta GO, he'll look, this is the first place they'll LOOK for you!" Sylvia paused, eerily still until her thoughts and emotions caught up with one another and she could put a plan together. The plan? Well, all of a sudden, Sylvia was shoving Benny's clothes at Benny's chest. "Get her out of here. PLEASE get her out of here!" A marriage of desperation and, more rare, anger comprised Sylvia's tone. "I don't care where, just away from here before they find her!" Maybe Benny, Sylvia's ex-boyfriend, was planning on leaving in a few hours, anyway. Maybe this was just her hurrying him along and deciding he'd be leaving early. "She'll be good, just take her with you," Sylvia promised, sounding very much like a mother, as she went about getting an over-sized, knock off Louis Voiton bag to throw some stuff in for her best friend. "I owe you, I'll catch up with you. I owe you so bad," Miss Russo professed, Peg Bundy-like hurrying back to Benny to give him a kiss -- like that would assuage his anger.::
Her scritching (AWESOME word), drew him back in. He dropped his eyes from the disheveled hooker look back to the girl he was currently in. He was about to make another suggestion that Jordan should leave or maybe join them, while starting back up after their pause for commercial break but Sylvia had other plans. She made it off the bed and out from under him successfully with out much protest on his behalf but definitely regret. He fell into the mattress. Which I'm going to assume was some pillow top or something down and comfortable. They seem like the type to enjoy a good night on a comfortable bed. He, no longer in the comfort of Sylvia was starting to lose it and so he climbed under the covers to at least put on some boxers. He was pulling them up as Sylvia introduced him. "Hi." His head gave a chin lift of a nod in their direction. Not even half concerened with what was being said, more because he wasn't sure if it was English. The accent was too think and rushed for him to want to understand it. He felt incredibly lazy after sex, and interrupted sex was even worst. "Whose leaving, we have Thai coming.YUM YUM fucking Thai. Which you can have some, Jordan, if youw ant but I'm fucking staying for YUM YUM." Ben was sitting up, bare back sticking to whatever made up their headboard. His arms folded in defiance across his chest, completely stubborn and selfish. All of this was despite the growing pile of his clothes that Sylvia was still picking up from the floor and tossing at him. As her ex boyfriend he probably recognized the anger more then the desperation in Sylvia's voice and slowly his brows took up a boyish furrow in confusion, still not caught up to their conversation. "Wh.. what?" He really didn't want to move and that was overly apparent. Reluctantly he gathered up his shirt to his elbows, paused, "What the fuck," and then finished pulling his shirt over his head. "She'll be good? It ain't like you are asking me to watch your puppy. Where am I going to fucking take her? Why can't we wait for our Thai." which he was complaining more about the Thai food then the fuck he was officially missing out on. He took in a long sigh, took a long hard look at Jordan and then sighed as he swung his legs out over the side of the bed so that he could pull on his jeans. His ex was trying to explain that she'd meet up with them and that she owed him but he looked more annoyed as she explained that she wasn't coming with them. He didn't want her apologetic kiss on her terms. He pulled away; slightly and just out of reach. "You owe me doesn't even began to explain it." He insisted on some sort of confirmation that she understood just how annoyed he was at this point. Only then would he return a short kiss and finish dressing into his black boots, pulling the laces tighter before tieing them off. Then he picked up his mesh-backed hat, bending the rim together before sliding it on against his forehead. He pulled it down in the back and the length of his hair was trapped under it, sticking out at odd angles. "Who is looking for you?"
MlNXED: It was improbable that Benny could have been around Sylvia for any length of time without hearing her talk about Jordan -- whether Sylvia was blah-blah-blahing about work, bragging about play, or simply answering her cell phone,
MlNXED: Jordan had been involved at least indirectly more than one time. Maybe Benny tuned it out; maybe he thought Jordan was some dude, or maybe nothing like that was occuring to him right now because it had been a while since he and
MlNXED: Sylvia got together last. No one in the bedroom seemed phased by nudity or the smell of sex, and only Ben seemed to rnotice that someone had just burst into the room and dismantled their next go-round. "Hi," he said when he was
MlNXED: introduced, but the girls were talking over it. Jordan drew her hand to her heart like she wished to muffle its pounding with the heel of her palm, dragon-lady, fake nails glinting with the ambient light. "What, suh dat's eet? Ju
MlNXED: won't come ..." She begrudgingly and half-assedly protested, realizing that Sylvia was right in what she'd said -- this *would* be the first place anyone with a half of a brain looked, which meant even Luca would put that one
MlNXED: together, if he was involved. Ugh, would Luca find out she'd been fucking Tony for years, now? That she had been ever since Luca got sent away? The lush-bodied stripper took a step away from Benny and Sylvia and pivoted around
MlNXED: for a languid move to the window, surveying all that Tony Marzetti basically ruled in one way or another. "There ain't nuh way..." Jordan murmured to the window or her reflection in it, fingers curling into the neck of her shirt,
MlNXED: pulling it away from her throat so she didn't feel like she was choking. She felt clammy sweat under there. Meanwhile, Sylvia was gathering Benny's clothes and thrusting them at his bare chest while she promised him she knew she
MlNXED: owed him and he bitched about Thai food: "She'll be good? It ain't like you are asking me to watch your puppy--" "She's kind of like my puppy...?" Sylvia offered, a less than successful try at comedic relief. "Why can't we wait for
MlNXED: our Thai?" "He's right, it dun' matter. It dun't!" The Eva Mendes look-a-like shrugged her thin shoulders animatedly and turned around to face Sylvia and Benny again. At this point, Benny was kissing Sylvia before moving to put on
MlNXED: his boots. "Dis is jus' crazy. Ju tink he'll send Luca to finish da job? All he gotta do is tell Luca, ju knuh Luca's like a goddamn animal or someting. He'll rape me before he keels me, I knuh it.He'll kill ju too, jus' for being
MlNXED: here, jus' for letting me in da door--" JJ, stop. He ain't going to send Luca for you. If what you say is true, Tony will want to shoot you himself. And he'll probably send Vinny to find you and you know what? Vinny likes you! And
MlNXED: he's very by the book, but I really think he'll turn the other cheek. Is that right? Look the other way? Whateva'. Point is, he'll give you time." It seemed that Sylvia had found her inner peace as she talked it out, logically, to
MlNXED: herself. "Anyway, if Luca DID show up here and try to rape you, Benny'll take care of it!" The Marisa Tomei look-a-like moved to her closet and drew out a red, silk robe, which she was currently wrapping around herself as she spoke.
MlNXED: "Right, Ben??" "Who EES BEN?!" Jordan blurted. "I ain't NEVER heard of dis Ben my hull life!" the Playboy model errupted, flinging a gesturing hand toward Ben, who was most likely sitting or standing up after lacing his boots. As
MlNXED: Jordan unbelted and unzipped her fitted, suede and faux-fur coat, Sylvia mulled over what Jordan had said. Sylvia realized that what Jordan said was true -- Sylvia knew she'd be collateral damage; she didn't matter to the Marzettis
MlNXED: and if Jordan didn't anymore, well, Sylvia was toast if she was anywhere near the Latina. "... Okay. Okay, let's all go. Jordan honey, take some of my clothes for yourself. Benny, she doesn't drive. You take her and call me when you
MlNXED: get somewhea. Or we take a cab. She don't drive." "NOW, now ees da time ju gotta make a POINT about how I need to drive?!" Jordan gaped, annoyed and incredulous. Wow, these guys are fixing to be the Three Stooges.
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Tait the Bait: Lets be honest, Benny didn't hear much of what Sylvia said. Occasionally they had their real conversations, the kind that you have around kitchen counters in the middle of the night. But over-all, Ben justed turned her out; he'd
Tait the Bait: nod enthusiastically through the pauses and occasionally respond with some half-assed answer. And maybe he even paid attention long enough throughout the night. Needless to say, Jordan and all her Latin-American-isms had gone
Tait the Bait: under Benjamin's radar, untill now. "Babe, if I get to stay for Thai, I'll take care of whoever the fuck you want me to. No worries." He told her with what was his signature flat out honest look. He used it regularly and often,
Tait the Bait: so much so that when he lied with it on it looked like the truth. He had so far understood only a fraction of what they were talking about. And now that he was up, dressed, and he had forced himself to unfocus on the sex marathon
Tait the Bait: he was in the middle of, he could actually began to understand just what the emergency was. "Ben's the guy whose night you royally fucked, honey. That's who 'EES dis Ben'." He mocked her accent like he knew what he was doing with
Tait the Bait: it. It sounded as bad as an Irishman mocking a Chinese accent -- it just doesn't work out. Ben lifted and bent in the brim of his hat at the same time, readjusting it against his forehead a few times before finally being satisfied
Tait the Bait: with it. "Ok, you girls need to dial it back a bit. You just shot this guy and he has buddies who are going to go looking for you now. But one of them has the hots for your whole hooker appeal. Am I caught up? I mean how many of
Tait the Bait: these guys are going to come looking for you? It sounds like to me we can have our Thai food and then get you on the road. I'll get us a car. But, Sylv, if you go missing too then you will for sure be lumped in with this thing.
Tait the Bait: If you stay you can seem helpful and give them some advice on where your marksman here might be." He looked between the two. If he was thinking straight he might have realized that he didn't necessarily have to be apart of the
Tait the Bait: equation of we and us. Matter of fact, he might have realized that he'd have a much better night if he just went and got the goddamn YUM YUM Thai his self. Except Jordan had walked in on the mid marathon of sex Ben. The transition
Tait the Bait: of thought isn't all that easy. Feeling like Sylvia owed him he felt no qualms about picking up her pack of smokes, tapping one out, and lighting it. He talked as he blew the smoke away from larry and moe. "Maybe it' would just be
Tait the Bait: simpler if I stayed here and took them out when they came looking for her?" -d-
MlNXED: ::Of course, Jordan's eyes narrowed to slits when he made fun of her. "ExCUSE me, but who do ju tink ju are? Ju just a redneck white boy, dat's what!" Obviously, Jordan's temper overrode her sense of self-preservation; she was the
MlNXED: kind of girl that would cut off her nose despite her face and often did get herself into trouble that way. Case in point. "Wit a LILLY white ass!" "You guys, stop it!" pleaded Sylvia as she got a bag together for Jordan now that she
MlNXED: was in her robe. "Ees like MILK. Like SNUH WHITE," Jordan went on, hand on her denim-bound, jutting hip as she moved closer. "An' I ain't nuh hooker. SORRY, ju can't pay for dis." The Playboy model lifted her brows as if to say 'so
MlNXED: now what, Chump.' ""SHUT UP. Honey, I love you, but you keep talking and he ain't gonna take you anywea', not even for me," said Sylvie. And in the next breath, as she hurried over to give Jordan a bag of clothing. "She's just
MlNXED: stressed out. She never shot nobody before!" The madame pled Jordan's case to Ben. "She's my best friend. She's my baby. You know that trip we were talkin' about? You just go look at the website and tell me who you want." What a way
MlNXED: to get a guy to do your bidding -- offering him girls, girls, girls. "How could ju fuck dis racist prick. I can't BELIEF dat!" Jordan handed off the bloody coat and hiked the duffel bag higher onto her thin shoulder by giving it a
MlNXED: joust. Sylvia said nothing about Benny stealing her smokes and instead, gestured for him to keep them with a flutter of her hand. "If you know what's good for you, no offense baby, but you'll shut the fuck up." Sylvia never really
MlNXED: spoke to Jordan in that manner, and Jordan's eyes moved down the length of Ben's body in cool estimation -- or perhaps it was doubt, doubt that he could do much for her in general. "FINE, let's guh get jur stupid Thai. Let's guh,"
MlNXED: Esteves said, reaching for Ben's arm and dragging him out of the bedroom. "Maybe it would just be simpler if I stayed her and took them out when they came looking for her?" "Dat ain't guhing to work. TE AMO!" she yelled to Sylvia
MlNXED: as they made their exit. And since I'm betting Ben had an action and maybe fought against her dragging him, you should post.::
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Tait the Bait: White teeth, the product of a good dentist, bit on his lower lip as he tried to reclaim his expression from a grin. It was hard to not laugh when Jordan was trying to offend him. Which, he was -- offended at first but that faded as
Tait the Bait: soon as she butchered the snow and the white. Ben did have a white ass, he knew that and wasn't about to deny she had a point. He guessed Jordan very rarely was allowed to make her points without protest. "I didn't say you were a
Tait the Bait: hooker. I said you dressed like one. If I can admit that I do have a white ass, and still get laid despite of it then you should be able to admit that you buy your clothes from hookers r us. And, no offense Jordan but I don't pay
Tait the Bait: for anyone." Index and thumb directed the cigarette back to his mouth where it hung to his lower lip. Ben walked himself towards the closet seeming like he was going to riffle through it. Sylvia was trying to get Jordan to behave.
Tait the Bait: "better than a puppy my ass." He mumbled around the smoke to the closet. Emerging with a metal wire hanger in one hand and his already dwindling smoke in the other. "Did you just call me a racist prick? I couldn't understand your
Tait the Bait: Puerto Rican hooker mouth." Ben meet her look straight on waiting for an apology or something close to it. Which, offering to go get his Thai food was very much like an apology to him. He gave little in the way of resistance as
Tait the Bait: she steered him to the door. He carefully switched his dwindling cigarette back to his mouth and the wire hanger to his other hand as she dragged him by the meat of his arm.
Tait the Bait: "We have a deal Sylv..." he called out just as they hit the stairs to the New York apartment. Ben walked faster than Jordan in her hooker heels on purpose to slowly pull away from her grip. He needed both hands to work the wire
Tait the Bait: hanger out of it's predetermined shape. The struggle between hanger and Ben lasted only two flights of stairs. By the time they both made it down he already had it straightened out. "So where did you shoot this mother fucker?" Ben
Tait the Bait: Ben's arm made an arch as he pushed open the door, holding it for her to walk under and him to follow. The end of his cigarette was flicked off towards some unoccupied New York pavement.
Tait the Bait: "Ok what I need you to do is stand there looking confused. That should be pretty easy for you. " They had walked half a block down before he gave her instructions on where to stand. He had picked out a blacked out windowed touareg
Tait the Bait: to assault. Having done this a few times myself I can tell you it gets easier with practice. Ben slid the wire hanger in and after the fourth attempt he had the car unlocked. "Anyone who buyes foreign deserves what they get."
Tait the Bait: Ben reasoned off the theft like it was punishment. He popped the passenger door open, hit the unlock and went around to the other side. Disabling an alarm is even easier then opening a locked door with out a key. It's right there
Tait the Bait: in the driver side panel. You just pop it off, cut the wire with a pocket knife -- which Ben had-- and you have killed the alarm. Hot wiring the car was probably a bit harder but they make it look easy in the movies so we'll just go
Tait the Bait: with that. Ben was driving in New York traffic in no time. "You do know you are paying right?" -d-
MlNXED: ::And of course, his lips splitting into a grin made her blood sizzle; the drama shoved Ben in the arm with gusto, probably knocking him back a step or two. "I didn't say you were a hooker. I said you dressed like one. If I can
MlNXED: admit that I do have a white ass and still get laid despite it, then you should be able to admit that you buy your clothes from Hookers R Us--" "That ain't no STORE!" she countered, face screwing up as her head reared back, the
MlNXED: expression reading 'what planet are you from?' or something like that. "No offense Jordan, but I don't pay for anyone." "... Let's just get out of here," she said finally, not really knowing what to say to his last words -- after
MlNXED: all, she wasn't a hooker and so she wasn't offended. Still, Jordan tossed a cursory look over her thin shoulder as she hugged herself, wondering what the connection between Sylvia and Ben was now that it was settling in that there
MlNXED: was one in the first place. Maybe he read the question as it moved through Jordan's features, btu it was mild and then it was gone, focused more on the present situation and namely, getting out of it. "Did you just call me a racist
MlNXED: prick? I couldn't understand your Puerto Rican, hooker-mouth." He sent a sharp, steady gaze her way which she meant boldly and petulantly, finally doing a double-brow lift that equated to 'Well what? You got a staring problem??'
MlNXED: "Well, ju just proved my point cause I ain't Puerto Rican just 'cause I got an accent." But after a look from Sylvia, Jordan relented and instead of telling him that, on the other hand, he really was white trash, she offered that
MlNXED: they go get Thai, and Ben took it as a peace offering of sorts. The two made their exit while Sylvia worried after them, hardly realizing that sex had been interrupted in the first place. It wasn't that Benny was forgettable, it was
MlNXED: just that, well, there were more pressing things going on. She bolted the door that Benny and Jordan had just fled from, and Sylvia went about her business. Meanwhile, Benny and Jordan moved down the hall; Jordan moved to veer
MlNXED: toward the elevator, but Benny took point and was taking them to the stairs. So in her stripper heels, she hurried down with a loud click-click-click-click-click-CLICK, click-click-click-click-click-CLICK in her wake. "Where did you
MlNXED: shoot this motherfucker?" Benny wanted to know. "Da chest,"she said, breathless. It wasn't the stairs that rendered her that way, but more the live-wire, life-or-death sort of stress still zinging through her body. "H-he made me.
MlNXED: I mean, he made me hold it and den da gun went off." Instantly, the vivid memory of a big bang and blood flashed in her mind's eye. "... Jus' like dat." After that thought, every loud click of her heels reminded her of the gun, the
MlNXED: trip downstairs morphing into a guilt firing squad even as she made excuses that it wasn't her fault. Ben opened the door for her, and the frigid, New York air slapped them in their faces. Jordan, although she was from Miami and
MlNXED: before that, Sao Paulo, Brazil, she was used to it. He wasn't. "Okay, what I need you to do is stand there looking confused," he said, and the passing cars and other city-noises almost overrode his voice again. She turned around
MlNXED: and took a step or two closer to hear him over the traffic; "That should be pretty easy for you." Apparently, the insult didn't compute with Jordan, more because she was trying to put together what she'd heard of what he said and
MlNXED: make sense of it, which rendered her looking ... well, very confused. Jordan looked like a pro. "Anyone who buys foreign deserves what they get," he said while she watched him fish the hanger between the window, brows knit while she
MlNXED: conscentrated. "Lemme spell dis out for ju ..." she said, stomp-stalking over to him and peering under the curtain of his hair to find his eyes. "I ain't a hooker, uhkay? No one ever PAID me to fuck 'dem -- not Tony, not anyone.
MlNXED: I love him," she muttered as she stepped away, both hands on her hips now as she paced like an animal, waiting for him to open the car. Obviously, what Ben really meant by what he said didn't occur to the paranoid and heartsick
MlNXED: Playboy model. Tears half-assedly stung in her eyes, which was a lot from the girl who never cried. Quickly, Ben broke into the car and without having to be told, Jordan immediately reached for the passenger side door and climbed
MlNXED: in. She didn't bother with a seatbelt. "You know you're paying, right?" "Yeah, whatever," said Jordan, dismissing not him, but the point with a wave of her hand. "Let's stop at a liquor store, too." There was a small plea in her
MlNXED: voice, so it sounded more like a please and less like an order.::
MlNXED:
Tait the Bait: "That ain't no STORE!" Jordan protested, "Well did you look hard enough for it?" Was Ben's retort. The struggle to suppress a grin became even harder. She probably shoved him again and he'd have to take another step. Not that Jordan
Tait the Bait: wielded any real strength. And I'm glad that Ben isn't forgettable, because Scotty apparently had trouble getting Ali off at first and if Ben was forgettable, you might give me some sort of complex. But there WERE more important
Tait the Bait: things. For Sylvia it was making sure her best friend was safe and for Benjamin it was getting his YUM YUM on. The fact that Jordan was perfectly fine making a food run while literally on the run was her only saving grace -- to Ben
Tait the Bait: at least. They at least made it to the car with out getting into another fight. "I ain't a hooker, uhkay?" Jordan attempted to explain things to him but Ben thought he already knew everything. "Just because this Tony guy didn't
Tait the Bait: leave the money on the nightstand doesn't mean he still wasn't paying you." He was too distracted with the job of getting them a car that he didn't see the pain or the slight crack to her voice. He probably wouldn't have said that
Tait the Bait: if he had but it was said anyways. The two got into the car which roared to life, after being hot wired, and announced that it's original owner liked to blast hard rock. Driving in New York was a bitch, a motherfucking bitch, and
Tait the Bait: Ben reiterated that fact every time he had to slam on his breaks for a taxi -- which was every other block. Why were they driving a car instead of a motorcycle, well it was that fresh blast of cold air they both felt as soon as
Tait the Bait: they exited the apartment building. This is why being in New York was practically punishment for Ben. He dodged the large SUV of a car between two others in an impossibly small space, slammed on his breaks as the light turned red,
Tait the Bait: and somehow they weren't hit. Maybe she'd want to put on her seatbelt at that point. "Alright, good idea." And Ben absolutely intended to drink whatever they bought while eating at the Thai restaurant, like it was perfectly natural
Tait the Bait: to BYOB. Ben turned down the music so that he could talk to her over it. Not that he felt like he needed to make conversation, in fact it would have probably been a better car ride if he hadn't. "You love the guy but you shot him
Tait the Bait: in the chest on accident? You don't still have the gun on you do?" Ben's gaze left the road for a moment to look at her in the passenger seat. His concern wasn't with gun control, in fact he found it sexy when a girl had a gun. It
Tait the Bait: was pretty much an instant recipe for a hard-on. But he wasn't asking to judge how sexy his Puerto Rican puppy was, he was asking because Ben was worried it might 'accidentally' go off again. He was almost to the YUM YUM Thai
Tait the Bait: place when he saw the first liquor store, which he had to cross four lanes to get over to. Coming to a stop, he double parked on the New York street, throwing on the car's emergency lights. It wouldn't be his ticket to pay, so what
Tait the Bait: did he care. Ben had no intention of taking an hour to pick out his choice. He already knew what he was getting -- GoldSchlagar and Jager. The perfect testament to just how white trash he really was. Despite his growing facial
Tait the Bait: hair he was still carded when he went to pay. In his late 20's teetering on the dreaded 30, he still had to pull out his wallet. -d-
MlNXED: ::If this weren't a life or death situation, it would have occured to Jordan that Benny reminded her of Luca. All she was aware of at present was that he got under her skin and made the already short-tempered girl rage even more
MlNXED: easily. Especially when he grinned like that. She probably didn't flip him the bird because he was apparently her way out of here, but she thought about it when they were in Sylvia's quarters and now that they were outside, more
MlNXED: than a block away from Sylvia's building and she was watching him break into the car, she didn't have his attention when he deserved it. What he'd said -- 'just because he didn't leave the money on the nightstand doesn't mean he
MlNXED: wasn't paying you' -- was a nail on the goddamn head -- and straight into her heart. The fact was, Jordan had been living with Tony, even when she was with Luca, for almost ten years -- well, minus a short stint or two where she and
MlNXED: Luca had their own apartment, but by and large, they'd lived at the Estate. They'd broken his lamps and his beds and put holes in the walls and more thanks to their violent antics and when Luca and Jordan had a blowout that almost
MlNXED: resulted in him choking her and her shooting him, Jordan didn't sleep in a motel but one night before Tony got her and dragged her back to the house. Three days later, she was in his bed. Now, of all times, is when she would feel
MlNXED: the shame of that when she should have felt it years ago. Jordan didn't snap out some nasty comeback or defensively spew off that he didn't know what he was talking about. Instead, she exhaled a "whatever," and that was that.
MlNXED: "I don't understand why people drive in dis city anyway," she muttered from the passenger seat once they were on the road, admidst the jerky, start-stop, start-stops they were enduring. And then came the harshest one yet, the one
MlNXED: that had Jordan skidding off her seat and having to defend herself from a blow with the dashboard. "Dios! Ju dun't knuh how to drive either?!" Most cab drivers were better than what Ben was doing, and Jordan had limited experience
MlNXED: with cabs in New York now that she'd had her own driver. "We're running suh I live, not suh I die in some car crash, pobre mio!" she exclaimed, giving herself the sign of the cross. Yes, Jordan was born and raised by strict
MlNXED: Catholics, so strict that it was almost cliche she wanted to be what she turned out to be. But she'd wanted to be in Playboy since she was five years old -- and don't ask her how she knew about it because she couldn't remember. One
MlNXED: of her uncles or sisters' boyfriends must have had the magazines, or something. And yes, the seatbelt went on after that. She made sure it snapped into place. "You love the guy but you shot him in the chest on accident? You don't
MlNXED: still have the gun, do you?" "Eyes on da road!" Jordan barked and pointed, like he couldn't be trusted, not even for a moment. "For years, but he's crazy," she answered, shaking her head as she had a flood of more memories. She, the
MlNXED: girl that shot some guy she loved in the chest, branded HIM crazy. "We were having a fight; I broke some tings an' he didn't like dat, it got physical. He had me by the throat, pulled a gun, an' ... den I dun't knuh what happened.
MlNXED: Then the gun went off." Well duh, thanks Captain Obvious, aka Jordan. "An' nuh, I DUN'T still have da gun, dey have it." She assumed. She couldn't remember where she'd dropped the gun -- inside Tony's office, in the hallway, in the
MlNXED: foyer, or outside on the front lawn (this is beginning to sound like Clue, isn't it?) "Let's dun't talk about dis!" she said suddenly, in that Sophia Vergara way, like it pained her to say in the first place, and she waved her hands
MlNXED: as a signal it made her uncomfortable, it was too much."I jus' hope he's alive. I dun't knuh why, da family -- his son would be safe if Tony ... He was guhing to kill his own son once, but I stopped it. Ju can't run from da family,
MlNXED: especially in a time of war, I knuh dat much. But I dun't tink I count. I'm just a woman, I did not work for him. I always had my OWN life. Made my own money. Dey always tried to make me stop. Dey burned down da club where I worked
MlNXED: when dey weren't allowed to come Looming." Ben double-parked the car in front of the liquor store as per her request. "Wait - I can't go in dere! Da cameras!" she pleaded to him, and finally pulled her wallet out of the back pocket
MlNXED: of her jeans. "Tequilla. Lots of it. All of it," she said while she got a hundred dollar bill and handed it to him through the window, implying he should use it up. "I'll watch da car!" she yelled to him as he headed away, into the
MlNXED: store to get the goods.
MlNXED:
Tait the Bait: Benjamin wasn't the problem when it came to driving, it was everyone else. This was New York and he had to be aggressive or the Taxi's will walk all over you. "I can drive just fine." He defended himself through his teeth, slightly
Tait the Bait: annoyed that she thought he was anything but magnificent as a get-a-way driver. He was much better out side of the city, where traffic wasn't such a pain in the ass. He was even better when he drove his motorcycle. Ben found the
Tait the Bait: steering wheel felt odd in his hands. Jordan talked the whole ride to the liquor store. She was apparently relaxing, or at least Ben assumed so since she suddenly became way more talk-a-tive. She rambled on and on about two guys and
Tait the Bait: the sorted dealings she had with them. If Jordan had known Ben even a day longer than she currently did, she would have recognized the bored expression that played out across his face. He even so much as rested an elbow on the door
Tait the Bait: frame so that his palm could hold up his head. Seeing the liquor store was like a sudden wake up call he bolted up right for. "These guys have that much power?" Ben questioned the camera excuse. Really, who would go through the
Tait the Bait: trouble of randomly viewing all of the local liquor stores? The odds were excessively low but he just went with it. It meant he wouldn't have to hear anymore about how much she loved the same fucker she was running from. Benjamin
Tait the Bait: shuffled through the aisles, before finally just putting in an order at the counter. Maybe what she said had him slightly worried, he tugged the brim of his cap further down his forehead, almost to the point of obstructing his
Tait the Bait: blond brows. Ben begrudgingly flashed his ID before paying. Arms loaded up with brown bags, mostly full from her 100 dollars of tequila he returned to the car and handed each over for his passenger to take care of. The rest of the
Tait the Bait: drive was uneventful because it was too short for anything else. It took him almost two whole minutes to find parking. Successful, he instructed Jordan to take in the small bottles of liquor. "Can you fit them in your purse or some
Tait the Bait: thing?" He pointed to the smaller, secondary bottle of goldschlager. He was enthusiastically helping her find the smallest bottles in the brown bags he had brought out. There were probably at least 4 bottles of higher end tequila
Tait the Bait: to match the smaller fifth. Along with three bottles that were obviously his. Once the smuggling of alcohol was sorted out the two entered YUM YUM Thai. You've had Thai right? Well, this looked just like any other small Thai
Tait the Bait: restaurant. Condensation built up on the restaurant's front glass, from the heat they walked right into. Ethnic smells equally welcomed them, along with a your stereotypical Asian hostess. They were seated at at one of the only
Tait the Bait: empty tables. "You do like Thai right? I mean I know you probably would have preferred Mexican or something." And immediately following he hid behind the bi-fold menu. Not that he needed to even consider what he was going to order.
Tait the Bait: Every time he came to YUM YUM's he got the same thing, but she didn't have to know that. -d-
Tait the Bait: [I should also point out that Yum Yum Thai is one of those places you sit on pillows on the ground to eat at. And it's really really good Thai, yup]
MlNXED: Jordan might have recognized the expression if she wasn't so wrapped up in her own tales of woe. If she HAD taken a step out of her own little world to take a look at her present company and happened to notice that he was bored, she
MlNXED: would have given him a rough, wake up backhand to the arm or flicked him in the bicep, or pinched the skin on his forearm or thigh, SOMETHING quick and sudden, and snap-snapped her fingers to call his eyes to her once she had. But
MlNXED: since that wasn't the case, Benny was free of the annoyance and Jordan was free of the repurcussions. But eventually, the sight of the liquor store woke Benny up, and the way his body must have perked just a little actually wound up
MlNXED: catching Jordan's attention a few seconds later. Oh! The liquor store! Thank God! She immediately reached between her tatas to pull out some bills because I think that's more in character and fun than what she did before. He wound
MlNXED: up questioning her excuse, but still took advantage of the time alone and went ahead to make the purchases. When he returned, he asked her if she could fit airplane bottles into her purse, but all she had in the backseat was that
MlNXED: duffel bag from Sylvia's. Still, she shrugged her thin shoulder from beneath the faux fur jacket. "Uhkay, gimme," she said, taking the bottles from him with one hand while she twisted at the waist and finally got on her knees to
MlNXED: feel around the backseat until she'd caught onto the strap of the duffel bag. This gave whoever could see the windshield of the stolen ride a perfect view of her denim-clad ass precariously in the air. She had no shame about it.
MlNXED: Hell, she didn't even notice. Finally, she pulled herself into the passenger seat, bag full of stuff plopping into her lap. "Gimme, gimme!" she repeated, shoving the bottles in before zipping it up. "Ohhhh, ju got da *good* stuff!"
MlNXED: she gushed over his taste in top-shelf Tequilla. The bottle seemed to put her in a better mood, and she hugged it close to her chest with both arms, nuzzling the throat of the bottle with her cheek while she preened -- eyes closed,
MlNXED: of course. This was the picture of bliss. She kissed the bottle with a loud "mwah!" and sighed as she pushed it into the bag as well. "Ju gonna want to kees da bottle too," she said if he gave her a look. "Cause my nerves are shot.
MlNXED: And ju won't like dat." She dutifully opened the second bottle of Tequilla he handed her and didn't hesitate to do a shot -- make that two -- one right after another. Then ,she wiped her full, beestung mouth with the back of her
MlNXED: hand and licked her lips, still wet with liquor. "Ju want?" Apparently, she didn't care about drunk driving or that near death experience she thought she already had with Benny's driving. Whether he took it or not, she did another
MlNXED: shot before they reached the Thai restaurant. But when they had ... "Oh, ju want to guh IN and eat? In da same city we're supposed to be running from?? Ju crazy. What do ju do for money, cause ju ain't in security, nothing covert,
MlNXED: dat's for sure." By the time they reached Yum Yum, the buzz was hitting her nicely and regardless of her comments, she climbed out of the car and gave Benny the Thai dinner he'd been craving for the last hour or less. They were
MlNXED: swallowed up in the warmth of the restaurant -- from the cooking, the food, and the patrons -- and an Asian hostess escorted them to the particular arrangement of pillows they would eat on. "Aw, dis is suh cuuuuute," she breathed,
MlNXED: plopping down onto the purple, silken cushion she was going to make her own. "You do like Thai, right? I mean, I know you probably would have preferred Mexican or something," he said and hid behind the menu. She promptly gave him a
MlNXED: dirty look, eyes slitting like a cat's, and lunged forward to flick him in the forehead. Maybe he deflected that move. Either way, "Ju dun't be rude!" she told him like she was his mother. "I prefer donkeys to cars, but ju so sweet,
MlNXED: ju giff me buth -- a stolen car and a horse's ass." Then, she gave Benny a pointed look, as if to say he was the horse's ass. Over dinner, the two fought over her duffel bag and probably got progressively drunk, and I forgot she had
MlNXED: blood all over her clothes, so she probably changed her clothes at Sylvia's or in the car when he was in the liquor store. Either way, she was wearing a red, spandexy tube-dress and a coat now, her look (like Sylvia's) very
MlNXED: reminiscent of the 80's. They were Sylvia's clothes, after all. Sylvia was a waif and Jordan, well, she had an hourglass shape, so the clothes were a little tighter, but she made due. Anyway, the pair finished a dinner that Jordan
MlNXED: paid for without batting an eyelash, and then they were on the road again. Benny drove until he couldn't drive anymore -- I'll let you fill in how they interacted in the car and where, eventually, Benny parked the stolen vehicle.::
MlNXED:
Tait the Bait: Oh, it is a much more entertaining because you got to say the word tatas and that is just awe-some. The fruits of his successful liquor store run rested on his lap, hidden in the brown paper bags of alcohol shame. At first his
Tait the Bait: attention was deep in the bag as he shifted around to grab out the smaller airplane sized bottles. But, when her ass jetted out so she could reach the sporadically packed bag, his attention returned to the cab of the stolen car. And
Tait the Bait: just like she had no shame or realization of the view she created, Ben didn't have any reservations in looking at it. It was obvious when she righted herself into the passenger seat, with his eyes glued to the space her ass just
Tait the Bait: had occupied. She had to demand the bottles a second time before he started to move again to fetch them out. Or maybe there was hesitation because he was deciding if he wanted to comment or not. Obviously he went with the later
Tait the Bait: and instead of talking he produced the midget bottles. "Of course I got the good shit." Ben agreed for the first time with the runaway. Fully prepared to later kiss the bottle. If the long babble previously had been any indication
Tait the Bait: of nerves shot Jordan, he was greatful for the promise of better. "..In da same city we're supposed to be running from?? Ju crazy..." Ben seemed to hesitate, like she possibly made a point and maybe Jordan did. "I can't eat Thai
Tait the Bait: while driving. So, unless you feel like feeding me, we are going in. If it makes you feel any better I can give you a disguise." There was always a compromise, although she probably wasn't very receptive of what Benjamin called a
Tait the Bait: disguise. Ben pulled off his trucker mesh hat, exposing the matted look of prolonged hat wearing on his length of blond hair. The hat, which was not factory bought worn-in but actually frayed and stained from use, pulled down on her
Tait the Bait: head. "Very incognito." He officially judged the look. The two, with their BYOB, sat in the cozy ambiance of the small restaurant. She flicked his forehead and sent a strand of blonde on a pendulum swing before he gripped his hair,
Tait the Bait: pulling it back and down out of it's hat hair for the first time. "I couldn't let a friend of Sylv's feel unwelcome. Especially when she's a professional cock block. I mean, THANK you for that." The two, having already had a few
Tait the Bait: straight form the bottle shots, enjoyed one fine dinner at Yum Yum's. They were the loud and obnoxious table that didn't seem to realize that there were other people in the restaurant. And that status only got worst the more they
Tait the Bait: drank. Ben's drinking slowed and the two left shortly after finishing one of the best Thai meals you'd ever have. Back in the car, Ben rolled down a window to smoke a cigarette. He was conscious of company enough to turn up the
Tait the Bait: car's heater in the attempt to counterbalance New York's winter night air. "Not to sound rude, but how much cash do you have on you?" The Camel menthol hung out in the sliver between window and car frame between inhaling sighs. "I
Tait the Bait: think we should stop and get as much cash as we can. If these guys are as persistent as you think they will be, they might look for your credit trail. Actually, I'm guessing it's a joint account." A smug smile hid behind his last
Tait the Bait: drag on the cigarette. Coming right back around to the hooker topic. He pushed filter out the sliver of window and dialed the heat back down. Ben was perfectly fine with drinking while driving. A previous DUI did little to intimidate
Tait the Bait: him. Regardless if they had to stop at an ATM, or not, Ben would frequently request a hit off Jordan's current bottle once they got over the state line. His hand would reach out in her direction while he kept his eyes almost fixed
Tait the Bait: on the road. "How much of America have you seen Puerto Rican? " Ben knew she wasn't Puerto Rican. He had heard her previously when she called him raciest for his comments but she hadn't clarified and until she did he was sticking
Tait the Bait: with it. In all honesty, even then he might not call her anything else. "Do you know anyone you want to hide out with for a while, some place not in New York?" Now that they were out of the city and on straight highway, his eyes
Tait the Bait: started to look in her direction more frequently and so did his demanding hand. Instead of getting a drink he'd have to mix to be good I'm going to just say he bought a lot of tequila, maybe a fifth of remey Martian cognac.
misswhiteIies: Jordan had grown up wanting nothing more than to have all eyes (preferably of the male gender) on her and rarely did she take it -- whether it be a look from a college stud, a rough and tough construction worker, or a balding, salt-
misswhiteIies: and-pepper haired tycoon -- for granted. Instead, she usually bathed in it and harbored a hallmark-card worthy, almost tender sort of feeling for many of them, which was an oddity, indeed. One of the only instances that didn't hold
misswhiteIies: true was when some client came in his pants on her during a dance -- she, above all things, found it classless and disgusting, and maybe it was because of the obvious desperation and lack of self control. You'd think, given her
misswhiteIies: frame of mind, that she would revel in it like it was some sort of compliment, but that definitely wasn't so. Anyway, Benny's blatent evaluation of her booty went unnoticed, not that it would have bothered her anyway, as she re-set
misswhiteIies: herself in the passenger seat of the stolen vehicle that they eventually parked in a parking lot and, being two cocky fucks, decided to leave while they went and dined and drank inside, making a scene like they were Lindsay Lohan
misswhiteIies: and her flavor of the week, or something like that. She kept the trucker hat on -- that's what she called it -- and cringed with disgust when she dared to sniff the old thing, saying that it smelled disgusting. "All ju need to do is
misswhiteIies: put dis in da wash. Take it to a dry cleaner or some-ting," she'd said, giving the hat another critical look-over before sticking it back on her head, looking quite the mis-matched bum in the trucker hat, a fire-engine red tube
misswhiteIies: dress, stripper shoes, and a jacket. Some incognito ensemble there, Jordan. "I couldn't let a friend of Sylv's feel unwelcome. Especially when she's a professional cock block. THANK you for that." "Pssht, ju gonna get jur money
misswhiteIies: back, it ain't like she's guhing to STIFF ju or some-ting," Jordan told him conspiratorily over their table while they sat on cushions and got less and less discreet about taking shots of liquor. Finally, the pair managed outside,
misswhiteIies: once again into the stolen vehicle and less than five minutes into the drive, he asked her how much money she had on her. "I think we should stop and get as much cash as we can. If these guys are as persistant as you think they'll
misswhiteIies: be, they might look for your credit trail. Actually, I'm guessing it's a joint account--" "Ju knuh, dat OFFENDS me. I am an INDEPEDENT woman. I've worked since I was a kid, I have my UHN money." A pause, and then: "Jus' like JLo
misswhiteIies: says, 'tink I'm gonna spend your jur cash, I won't, my love dun't cost nutting.'" Actually Jordan, the lyric is my love don't cost A thing, but she just doesn't listen hard enough to hear that. In fact, this happened to be an issue
misswhiteIies: that really got under Jordan's skin for years, as she'd been accused of being a golddigger more than once. She thought it was because she wasn't Italian and the Italians treated her very badly and were very racist when she first
misswhiteIies: started dating Luca, and when she stopped dating Luca, another wave of disrespect and suspicion came out of nowhere, and she was being accused of such things again when she didn't get back with Luca but was still living on the
misswhiteIies: Estate. Another pause, and then: "Ju mean dey can trace my credit card? Dey can't, can dey do dat??" Everything seemed so fucking surreal to her, and yet panic hammered against her chest, settling in fast and furiously. "How much of
misswhiteIies: America have you seen, Puerto Rican?" "Pssht, more den ju, I bet. Ju knuh, I bet I'm more American den ju anyway. I had to pass a TEST." "Do you know anyone you want to hide out with for a while, some place not in New York?" That
misswhiteIies: question came after several minutes on the road, several minutes of passing the bottle back and forth. "Spic, dat's what people wit balls call us, none of dis half-assed bullsheet," Jordan muttered, taking back the bottle to take
misswhiteIies: another swig of the liquid in it. His demanding hand stuck out again and after administering a dirty look, the lush-bodied, unkempt stripper and model shrugged her thin shoulders out of the denim coat she had on, stripper heels
misswhiteIies: already off and on the floorboards. She had her seat back, bare, tan legs stretched out langorously, ankles crossed, bare feet on the dash (where he could have noticed her hot pink pedicure or the gold ankle bracelet she had rou
misswhiteIies: round her ankle. "I ain't sharing witchoo anymore. Nuh, I'm done witchoo. I dun't knuh nobody dey dun't knuh. Ju stuck wit me, Looks like it's just ju and me, Hitler. If we only got one room, ju can still fuck Sylvia when she comes,
misswhiteIies: I dun't mind." With that, Jordan passed the bottle to Benny and for some reason, she didn't find it pertinent to wear a seatbelt or anything like that. "I like watching her have sex, anyway. She makes funny faces!" Jordan giggled,
misswhiteIies: as though remembering, the joke very much for herself to herself. "We jus gotta pick up some of dose Blue Blockers or someting if I gotta see jur ass again, I might guh blind, ju knuh like when ju look at da sun?"
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