"Hey sourpuss. We won't get any Johns if you don't start strutting
something." Maudrid gently goaded. Dusk had just arrived and there was a
long night ahead of them.
Jocelyn glared and pulled her fuzzy red jacket closer, shivering as a cold
gust of wind stung her legs and blew up her dress. Though she wore blood
red lipstick, a slight blue tint was peeking through. After she spent a few
seconds reading into the annoyed look on Maudrid's face, she finally said
in her very slightly broken English: "It's freezing out here. How can Rudy
expect us to work in this goddamn weather?"
"First of all, I don't, and never did give a shit about what Rudy expects.
We need the money, Joss." Maudrid pulled Jocelyn close and they locked
into a hug to preserve body heat, and (if it has to be mentioned) to
comfort Jocelyn's worries. They both, despite the cold, kept a stiff upper
lip and tugged lightly on the hem of their skirts, hiking them up a bit.
The prostitute across the street had just made a sale and was being dropped
off at her place there.
Maudrid squinted and strained to look across into the drivers side window
of the John's car, wanting to see if it was one of her old clients, when
suddenly it hit her like a brick just who it was. She stepped away from
Jocelyn and maintained her space, for she knew what was to come.
"Oh my god! Joss look!" Maudrid hissed, pointing frantically across to the
"I don't know what you are pointing at." She replied.
"Over there! Oh my god, Joss it's Johnny. Crystalline just had it with your
Suddenly, as though some sort of switch had been flipped in Jocelyn's mind,
her already vivid azure eyes began to glow in fury. A blush crept into her
face starting at the chest and ending at her hairline. Her delicate little
hands began to tremble as she made her way to the crosswalk. From there,
while she waited for the light to turn she began to shriek at Crystalline
in French profanities, promising pain.
"CRYSTALLINE! Je te brise le cou, petit roulure! (I'll break your neck,
you little bitch!) Screw the lights I'm coming over!"
Completely ignoring the risk to her life, Jocelyn crossed the busy street,
angering drivers who retaliated with loud and unnecessary honking of horns.
From where she stood, Maudrid could see the fear in Crystalline's eyes as
Jocelyn came closer and closer.
"Vous me prenez pour un clown?!?! (Do you take me for a fool?) Eh?!" She
"Drop it Joss, you melodramatic, drag-queen-lookin', wish-I-was-Julia
-She's a dead woman- Maudrid thought to herself. Little did she know how
right she was. Jocelyn reached the other side of the street and from her
coat sleeve she pulled a gold-plated dagger.
"Drag-queen? You turn a trick with my boyfriend and you doubt my beauty.
That's two. One more and I cut out your tongue." At that, Crystalline's jaw
snapped shut and she backed away, only provoking Jocelyn to come nearer.
"De l'air, ou je vous arrache les yeux. (Back off, or I'll scratch out your
eyes.)" Determining whether Crystalline was afraid enough to listen was
difficult, especially while Jocelyn was so Jaded, but something told her
that the worst was over… Yeah. Riiight…
"Hey frenchie, your pimp, if that's what you prefer to call him… How much
does he pay you and your girl-friend over there?"
"That is none of your damn business!" Jocelyn spat.
"I was just wondering how much more he would pay someone that could
actually turn a trick without having to pay the John instead." She had
crossed every available line, and her conscience failed her.
"I am going to widen that pretty smile of yours, Crystalline!" Casually,
Jocelyn got even closer to her than before.
Maudrid watched, fixed on the blurs that were Jocelyn's hands as they flew
madly about Crystalline's face. She swore Jocelyn would have killed her,
and knew that she had already badly hurt Crystalline. Out of one of the
shadows sprinted Rudy. He reached toward Jocelyn, pulling her off the now
The freakish, twisted conclusion coming soon… If I can manage to get the
girls away from their corner.