so we hang out again.
another of the rough bits.
ellie knows her geography 'round these places.
and she's always introducing me to new faces.
she makes everyone she's acquainting seem so important.
this time the adventure is pretty insane.
we trail up and down a prostitution street.
yeah, it's normal for people to cross this way,
but you don't know ellie.
she's not just walking, she's strutting, flaunting.
it's not like she's dressed slutty, but i get worried.
so i ask it. "why are we doing this?"
"there's this place. great food—fucking a, it's amazing, turner."
"i know, you said that, but why are you pretending to be a hooker? what's that have to do with it?"
she stops. "it's expensive. i don't have a lot of money—"
i am appalled! "so you're just gonna sell yourself to eat at an expensive restaurant just for great food—are you kidding?"
"no," she chuckles. "i've done this before. trust me. now you're the pimp, act like it. keep watch. own me."
i pace. "what's that mean?"
"ooh," she ignores me. "spotted a good one. shh! don't follow me, just watch. if the guy gets handsy or tries to get me in his car, step in. be a fuckin' pimp."
but i freak out, i pace more. she's so far and it's dark.
i don't have my glasses... what if something happens?
but she's back shortly, holding up a wad of cash.
i'm stunned. "how did you? what'd you do? that was...fast."
she smacks me. "i didn't do anything. i told him that i require up-front cash, before the sex part. you just gotta sweet talk 'em, make 'em fall." she smirks. "then when you get the mullah, you tell the sorry-ass politician that you're with the police—this 'small' sum is the price they pay to keep me quiet."
"what?" i can't believe this. "i—no, how'd you know he was a politician?"
shrugs. "how didn't you? he's all over the media. those types are always around here...fucking yuppie scum, i'm tellin' ya. damnit..."
"this is insane," i have to say it. "you're insane. but brilliant."
ellie smiles. "exactly. but it'll be worth it."
"all for some fancy restaurant." i shake my head. "better be damn great." i smile too.
"no, it's bloody—mnh! just mnh! now let's go before the popo show up."
and we do.
and i fall more in love.
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omg, this part was so fun to make and if you ask why or how i got this idea, don't... because i honestly don't know; my mind just says 'ooh, that'd be fun' and my hands do the writing; it's a mysterious but mutual process of understanding lol. VOTE for badasses like ellie tbh ;O [the picture fit lol]
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