[04|monologue] lipstick and callous and fishnets and malice

[toughbr8k]

I don't know if we were in love, but we were sure as hell in something.

It sounds like a quite the story, doesn't it? The widow with millions and her dead husband's secretary (a quick, skinny bird by the name of Jack). Too bad it ends with her--me, actually, let's not get cute--on the streets with nothing but the clothes on my back, the candy in

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[pricesandvaules]

So I was minding my own business, walking what I thought was an empty hall, and somewhere between seconds bam, she's there, seven feet of trouble in well-tailored satin. I wasn't exactly happy to see her, but there's a saying about keeping your enemies close. Good advice. At least, so I thought.

Long time no see.

[toughbr8k]

Diamonds Droog isn't quite the fella I was expecting. He doesn't take much of anything hook line and sinker, especially not anything that comes out of my mouth.

In fact, he's part of the reason I'm in this fix to begin with.

But a girl's got to make do with what she gets.

Hey. Got a light?

[pricesandvaules]

She doesn't need anything from me, and the two of us know it, but there's no harm in a little courtesy.

Knock yourself out.

[toughbr8k]

You know what they say.

Courtesy killed the cat.

Thanks. What brings you out here?