Outcasts

Chapter 1: Part 2

Later that night, somewhere downtown LA
-Ray's POV
I gotta get some liquid, maybe I can lift some from the store over on...God is she hot! I always see her, I wonder what her deal is?...wait what was I about to do?
My name is Ray, don't ask my last name 'cause I ain't too friendly with the people who gave it to me. What you see is what you get, and I don't follow nobody's rules except...umm damn what was I gonna say?...Anyway what else do you need to know? I'm a handsome teenager who can do whatever he wants. Who doesn't wanna be like me?
Oh yeah I drink...religiously, so what? My 'Ol man does it and the only drawback is a couple of black eyes and fowl language. And I....umm I..well ok yeah I tend to have some memory loss, but isn't that a good thing? I mean Who wants to focus on the past?
As far as talents, I guess you can say I'm an artist, the art of thievery..yeah I like how that sounds, I got a real gift for taking things. God is she hot!..but umm I don't go to school anymore, waist of time. And nah my parents don't know, they probably don't even remember my real name. They're always too coked up. At least I ain't on any of that...I hate this store, they only have the cheap stuff. I wanna steal some high class liquor.
Uh oh gotta go this clerk sees me, gotta sneak..."Well hello sexy, you're that girl umm what's your name...Roxanna! Aye just gotta bottle why don't you come with me?" Watch how she takes my bait. "Bug off wino!" Says Roxanna. "Alright be that way, slut!" Whatever man, I got better things to do...wait what was I about to do again?

Same area, same time of night
-Roxy's POV

Ugh alcoholics are so disgusting. What is it with him? And why do I always see him around? Ugh who cares I gotta find a place to sleep tonight. Here's a guy, his tie is loose so he's a business man just had a long day at work. His eyes are red, he's been crying. Ring on his finger so he's married but judging by that bottle of Ciroc he's buying, he and his wife must've had a fight. He still has his house keys so his wife must be the one who left for the night after the fight. He's weak right now but he won't cheat. He needs someone to talk to and that Ciroc and an hour of crying will put him right to sleep. Looks like a warm bed for me tonight. Just gotta get close enough to knock his keys to the ground. "Oops I'm so sorry sir, let me get that for you. Ahh wedding ring I see! Congrats on a happy marriage." He looks shy, he might not bite. "It's quite alright and ehh It used to be happy, now we just fight. I just wish she would listen to me ya know. She always wants me to listen but it's never two way." Okay Roxy play this right, "oh you poor thing, my father was a marriage counsellor and he passed some tricks of the trade down to me. I'd be happy to talk things over with you. But umm maybe there's some place a little more private we can chat?" Stroke shoulder so he feels safe. "Oh umm well my wife is at her mother's for the night so we can talk at my place." Great now smile to ease him a little bit. "Sounds perfect! After you, uh oh don't wanna forget this bottle you paid for."
My name is Roxy and even though I don't look like it I'm 19 years old. I'm sure you can tell by my accent that I'm English, but LA is my home now. I say that loosely, because judging by me sleeping in this strangers bed while he's passed out on his couch, I'm sure you can tell that homeless. I'm also a slut, let everyone else in this god awful town tell it. But the truth is I've only been with one man my entire life. I loved him...or at least I thought I did. Anyway, I have a great perception of people, I can figure anyone out within a matter of seconds. People think I'm a con because I use my sex appeal to get what I want. I just think that I'm smart enough to use the fact that people think I'm a slut as an advantage to survive in this cruel world. Although it would be nice to have just one friend in this life. But in this day and age that seems like way too much to ask for.
-End of Chapter 1-