P*ssy Music

Rushmore Ruffians

"Last year at that fair they almost killed a boy."

"Hardly."

Arms crossing. "You are not going."

Eyes widening "...What??"

"No." A set jaw.

"Pfft." Another one. "I bet it's all the action they saw there in, like, three generations."

"You are still recovering -"

"I'm fine!" she put down her mug loudly.

"Marisol!" the older woman did the same with hers.

"Mom!"

"..."

"..."

..."Oh," she gave up, raising her hands. "Haz lo que quieres. Siempre lo haces."

Her daughter smiled. "That's what adults do."

"Well. No me gusta," Theresa grumbled, shaking her head.

"Nunca te ha gustado," she gulped down the last of her coffee, kissed her cheek and picked up the bag.

"Be safe!" Theresa called after her.

"Yeah... See ya tonight!" And Flaca left to work.

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It'd been months since the accident, but her mother was still being overbearing.

Gosh she really needed to find a place for herself, or a room to share.

It was true - Lourdes, who knew all the gossip, had told them: the previous year at the fair they had stabbed a boy.

Almost stabbed by the big wheel with a candy apple popsicle stick, kid had flaunted the latest I-phone around and another had started fighting him over it. Typical spoiled brats' problems.

"You done?"

"Basically," she said, putting the last glasses on their shelf.

"Go then," Z shooed her away.

"Wha... no, Imma help you prep!" she protested.

"I'm almost finished."

"But..."

"Hey Goth Barbie," she stopped and gave her a menacing stare, fake-growling and grinding her teeth.

Flaca's eyebrows rose unimpressed, and she put down the cloth. "You really think you're scary?"

Zirconia frowned. "It worked before."

Flaca shrugged. "It's the new teeth."

"Darn," she gave up the pose.

"OK, so..."

"There's nothing left," she said quickly, ordering salt and pepper shakers with leisure.

Flaca looked around - tables: check; opened the kitchen: check; toilet: ... Ew. The guys' was still to do.

Sneaking a peek at her colleague, she saw her super intent on counting toothpicks now. Flaca made a face, then schooled her expression. No judgement policy, right. Everybody got their kinks.

"I'm goin'," she collected her things and fixed her bangs again.

"Have fun tomorrow!" the other woman grinned.

"Yeah..." she smiled faintly. "You too," and the door dinged as she went out.

"Best for last," she heard Zirconia murmur while leaving the place.