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Post by Miss Sugar on Dec 15, 2009 17:33:31 GMT -5
Sugar stood on the street corner, waiting for a guy to walk by. A lonely guy, older, richly dressed, her usual type. They were grateful for the companionship and the fact that she approached them. Most guys were shy and didn't know what to do. Her favorites were the telegram boys, they had money and knew how to spend it. Plus, they usually fell in love with her and sent her stuff she could pawn and sell or give to Constance. Constance was three now and talking, though she thought Ms. Danbury was her mom and the late Mr. Danbury her father. She though Miss Sugar was just a nice lady who lived upstairs. Miss Sugar wanted to keep it that way.
"Heya, youngin! Wanna have a go?" She asked, stopping a young man walking down the street towards her by placing her hand on his chest. "I'll give you a discount if you're new at this." She smiled at him. "So, what do you say? My place or yours?" She asked.
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Post by Chase on Dec 17, 2009 18:50:01 GMT -5
Chase whistled as he walked down the road. He just gone to find Street. He was told she was looking for him. When he couldn't find her, he decided to go back and stay with Ace for a while. He turned a corner when a cute blonde stopped him putting her hand on his chest. "Well hello there." He smiled at her. He stepped back from her slightly. "Actually i was just goin' ta see Ace..." His voice drifted slightly. He looked strangely at the girl. "What's a pretty goil like you doin' out hereh anyway?" He asked completely avoiding her question.
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Post by Miss Sugar on Dec 17, 2009 21:02:51 GMT -5
Sugar smiled. "I don't know who Ace is and frankly I don't care." She purred, her finger tracing a line down his chest. "So... You think I'm pretty?" She moved closer to him. "I can show you just how pretty I am." She said sweetly, planting a kiss on his cheek. She whiped the lipstick away. "See... I get my kicks from helpin' boys like you learn how to be a man." Sugar looked at him. "My name's Miss Sugar. Maybe you heard of me? Some of my former clients might have mentioned me. Who're your friends? I remember this one boy, he was exotic and interesting. Hasn't come around for a while now..." She smiled brightly. "So, my place or yours? Then again, there's the alley. Five bucks."
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Post by Chase on Dec 17, 2009 21:17:27 GMT -5
Chase took another step away from Sugar. "Name's Chase. Look i think yer pretty an' all, but i got ta go see Ace. She's expectin' meh. Sorreh." He told her with a small smile. He turned and walked away, listening for the sound of footsteps.
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Post by Miss Sugar on Dec 17, 2009 21:25:36 GMT -5
Sugar huffed. "Uh uh. You wasted my time. Either let me do my job or just pay me. Come on, I got a kid to feed." Sugar told him, grabbing his arm lightly. "You wouldn't want a little three year old to starve just 'cause you have to go meet somebody?" Sugar looked at him through her thick eyelashes. "You can meet them later, can't you?" She asked, apparently holding back tears. "My daughter, her name's Constance, see... I know she'd like you... Let me tell her about how this kind young man helped her mama today..." Sugar looked at him beesechingly, waiting for him to take the bait. "Won't hurt a bit..."
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Post by Chase on Dec 17, 2009 21:32:21 GMT -5
Chase turned around and gave Sugar a look. "Ya got a kid? Does she know her mamma's a slut? Sorreh but yer kid yer problem. I'm sure she eats plenteh with her momma workin' like this." He shook his head and turned to walk away. Then he turned to face her again. "Ya watch yerself out hereh okay? There's a phsyco out thereh." Chase might not like her but he was not going to stand by and watch her be another one killed like Eli. He clenched his teeth at the memory.
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Post by Street on Dec 19, 2009 21:24:20 GMT -5
Sugar raised her eyebrows. "I do it 'cause I gotta. Not 'cause I like it. Don't you think I'd rather be a good mama and have a husband and raise my daughter the right way? After my husband died, I was left in the cold by my family. Don't you talk down on me boy." Sugar poked his chest playfully, she ruined her harsh words by winking. "I can handle myself." She lifted up the hem of her dress to reveal a pistol. "My husband's war gun. Got sent to me by his parents..." She shrugged. "Now why are you so rude and hurried?"
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Post by Chase on Dec 19, 2009 21:31:21 GMT -5
Chase took a deep breath. "Look i'm sorry. Ya can take care of yerself, i get that. I don't mean ta beh rude it's just that Ace is waitin' fer meh." He looked into Sugar's eyes. He didn't see anything, just darkness. He wondered what she was hiding. He gave her a curious look. "Was ist los?" He asked with a heavy german accent.
*Translate Was ist los= what's the matter.*
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