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A conversation with sister

      "Soda or shot? " A strong shoulder jostled Thalia, pulling her away from the detailed review of the day she was mulling over. At this point, between the heat, the music, the smoke, and her own impatience, the club was just not doing Thalia any favors.

      "Shot, heroin. Now. " Thalia half smirked, looking around Devilutions, wondering where GullBaby was. Warmth embraced her shoulders for a moment.

      Who is Gullbaby?

      "Aww shut up. Not now Salami."

      The warmth subsided, running a shudder through her that shook the booth bench. The random girl next to her looked over and shouted something about how great the song playing was. Thalia smiled, shouted "Shouldn't you be in kindergarten you little slut?" and gave her the thumbs up. The girls laughed, then climbed out of the booth and into the swarming mass of dancers in the center of the room. Thalia sighed, knowing the girl had no clue was she had said.

      GorgonZero returned carrying a pint of Black Death Lager for herself and a small shot of glowing green stuff for Thalia. Thalia eyed the drink, raised a curious eyebrow to it, then downed it, flinging the glass up into the balcony across from them. Gorgon laughed, sat next to her, and reduced her beer to a pool of foam in one chug.

      "So what's up? You have been kind of a bitch all night. Not saying you're never like this, just… This time you aren't enjoying it." Gorgon grabbed at her glass and tried to suck what little was left. Thalia leaned back, feeling the weight of her leather trench press down on her, cold and stiff despite the humid atmosphere in the club.

      "I.. gotta pee. "

      Pointing at her eyes with two fingers and then at her backpack, Thalia walked off towards the bathrooms. GorgonZero grabbed the bag and followed, stopping briefly at the bar to return her glass and mouth 'One more!" to the bartender. She then caught up to Thalia just entering the employee bathroom off the kitchen.

      "Jesus Thallie, what the fuck?"

      The bathroom was almost empty, the last stall on the far side closed with a pair of black Birkenstocks half buried under denim crumpled jeans. What was once a back hallway for pay phones had been converted into the employee restroom, so there was just enough room between the stall doors and the wall length mirror to stand against the counter and use one of the two half sinks. Thalia looked at Gorgon, then grabbed back her pack and began rifling through it.

      "Chill ok. I just… I'm having one of those days. "

      "Ook.. You want to elaborate? You can't be on yer menses, we're syncronised and I know I ain't got mine. So what happened?"  Gorgon kicked open a partially closed stall door and began stomping her book on the edge of the porcelain toilet, shaking loose the remnants of mud, food, and cigarette butts.

      "It's hard to explain… I had this .. bad dream last night.. and then I kept thinking about it all day. And there's this guy I kept expecting to hear from.. " The stomping paused and Thalia looked at Gorgon's reflection over her shoulder, " No not THAT guy…"

      She pulled her eye liner out and began applying some as she spoke. Gorgon watched in silence, knowing Thalia didn't need more, and was pressing way too hard.

      "And he is kind of a nice guy but also kind of a jerk. Like, says he will always look out for me, but when I tried to contact him at work to help me with this one customer that was being a crotch.. he just ignored me. It was this oriental chick speaking some crazy Chinglish at me and getting ghetto-attitudey with the fact we were out of the mild curry squares. I showed her the medium and spicey ones but she kept "You get now! I can no be waiting week for next shipment! I have cash!" and stepping toe to toe with me. God, bitch had some serious cock breath too. "

      Thalia took out her lipstick and started applying more, "She even pushed me over one of the stands before Mr Lee finally came over and apologized and begged her forgiveness and tried to smooth it over. See, after that shit I figured he was done and I'd never hear from him again, ya know? Seems like I get that a lot."

      "Yeah no doubt. Fuckin idiots… Like Tony-"

      "I know right? Like fuckin Tony 'I got you back, Baby'. Anyhow.. SO then we get this stupid little brown kid coming into the market and actin all smooth. He is bundled up in a big old sports jacket and loose pants, sunglasses on and a baseball cap with his hoodie over it. Pretty typical for my home turf, not for China Town. No sooner does Mr. Lee "need to check on his wife" in the back room does this kid sidle up to me at the register. "

      "He start hitting on you in yer sexy foam chicken hat? " Gorgon was sitting on the toilet now, listening intently," Thallie, enough with the makeup. You're going 'Coon Clown at this rate."

      "Huh? Oh, yeah," The lipstick was dropped back into her bag and she turned on the sink. "Anyhow, yeah at first I think he is going to start putting the moves on me. You know, big tough black boy all trying to hit up the skinny white chick.. He actually says 'Yo, Wussup chicken lady' and grabs my ass. As I flinch and try to back away he puts a blade to my throat and starts whispering in my ear.

      Thalia looked at the basin of the sink for a moment. At the ancient cracks in the porcelain, at the remnants of blood stains and chips in the white and strewn loose hairs stuck to its edges under years of soap scum buildup. Gorgon coughed, clearing her throat, and patiently waited. Something solid splashed in the closed stall.

      "For me to 'empty the muthafukkin til into his jacket pocket, " Thalia looked down at the sink, her hands stiffening under the cold water, "or he'll 'cut my throat and stuff my pink ass like grandma's turkey.' And then that GUY fuckin shows up. Like the white fucking knight, he just appears out of no where and FUCKS this guy up. I mean seriously wrecks him. SO fast and messy it feels like some dream and I don't even see all of what happened. I don't see my the guy's face.. or where he runs off to. One minute I have a knife to my neck, the next I see Mr Lee with his shotgun ready to help, looking back at me in shock as I lean against the register. We look down at this kid on the ground crying and holding himself, a pathetic mess of cuts and bruises, speaking through what could barely pass for a mouth, begging me not to kill him. "

      "So wait, this guy saved you? Stomped a mudhole in that fucker… and you saw NOTHING?" Gorgon stood, her katana sheath raking against the piping behind her. Thalia nodded, looking down into her backpack. "Girl that's messed up. I mean, you have seen some crazy shit in this city, and hell I've saved you more times then either want to admit. "

      "Yeah, well, it looks like you may have competition. This guy seems to want your job, and I don't even know why.

      Thalia, Please. I will explain everything, but not yet-

      "NO! Shut up.. just.. shut UP… I don't want to talk about this right now!" Thalia zipped shut her bag and threw it over her shoulder. Her eyes met Gorgons, shocked, confused. "Not you Gorgon. You… You're still supa kool sister A numba one!  I just.. Am, getting a VM and it's pissin me off."

      "Ok.. ok no problem Thallie. Lets just go. I'll sweep the club for Gully and if he isn't here, let's GTFO and hit Denny's or something for some coffee. "

      "Yeah.. that shot didn't help. I feel just as shitty. What was it?" Thalia moved towards the door and paused, looking back as Gorgon took off her fingerless gloves and washed her hands under the still-running faucet, "What was it? Absolut? Smirnoff?"

      "Dew. Bitch. You think I'ma slip you a mickie or something? Heh." GorgonZero laughed, shook her hands dry, grabbed her gloves and followed Thalia out.

Description
A conversation with sister

      "Soda or shot? " A strong shoulder jostled Thalia, pulling her away from the detailed review of the day she was mulling over. At this point, between the heat, the music, the smoke, and her own impatience, the club was just not doing Thalia any favors.

      "Shot, heroin. Now. " Thalia half smirked, looking around Devilutions, wondering where GullBaby was. Warmth embraced her shoulders for a moment.

      Who is Gullbaby?

      "Aww shut up. Not now Salami."

      The warmth subsided, running a shudder through her that shook the booth bench. The random girl next to her looked over and shouted something about how great the song playing was. Thalia smiled, shouted "Shouldn't you be in kindergarten you little slut?" and gave her the thumbs up. The girls laughed, then climbed out of the booth and into the swarming mass of dancers in the center of the room. Thalia sighed, knowing the girl had no clue was she had said.

      GorgonZero returned carrying a pint of Black Death Lager for herself and a small shot of glowing green stuff for Thalia. Thalia eyed the drink, raised a curious eyebrow to it, then downed it, flinging the glass up into the balcony across from them. Gorgon laughed, sat next to her, and reduced her beer to a pool of foam in one chug.

      "So what's up? You have been kind of a bitch all night. Not saying you're never like this, just… This time you aren't enjoying it." Gorgon grabbed at her glass and tried to suck what little was left. Thalia leaned back, feeling the weight of her leather trench press down on her, cold and stiff despite the humid atmosphere in the club.

      "I.. gotta pee. "

      Pointing at her eyes with two fingers and then at her backpack, Thalia walked off towards the bathrooms. GorgonZero grabbed the bag and followed, stopping briefly at the bar to return her glass and mouth 'One more!" to the bartender. She then caught up to Thalia just entering the employee bathroom off the kitchen.

      "Jesus Thallie, what the fuck?"

      The bathroom was almost empty, the last stall on the far side closed with a pair of black Birkenstocks half buried under denim crumpled jeans. What was once a back hallway for pay phones had been converted into the employee restroom, so there was just enough room between the stall doors and the wall length mirror to stand against the counter and use one of the two half sinks. Thalia looked at Gorgon, then grabbed back her pack and began rifling through it.

      "Chill ok. I just… I'm having one of those days. "

      "Ook.. You want to elaborate? You can't be on yer menses, we're syncronised and I know I ain't got mine. So what happened?"  Gorgon kicked open a partially closed stall door and began stomping her book on the edge of the porcelain toilet, shaking loose the remnants of mud, food, and cigarette butts.

      "It's hard to explain… I had this .. bad dream last night.. and then I kept thinking about it all day. And there's this guy I kept expecting to hear from.. " The stomping paused and Thalia looked at Gorgon's reflection over her shoulder, " No not THAT guy…"

      She pulled her eye liner out and began applying some as she spoke. Gorgon watched in silence, knowing Thalia didn't need more, and was pressing way too hard.

      "And he is kind of a nice guy but also kind of a jerk. Like, says he will always look out for me, but when I tried to contact him at work to help me with this one customer that was being a crotch.. he just ignored me. It was this oriental chick speaking some crazy Chinglish at me and getting ghetto-attitudey with the fact we were out of the mild curry squares. I showed her the medium and spicey ones but she kept "You get now! I can no be waiting week for next shipment! I have cash!" and stepping toe to toe with me. God, bitch had some serious cock breath too. "

      Thalia took out her lipstick and started applying more, "She even pushed me over one of the stands before Mr Lee finally came over and apologized and begged her forgiveness and tried to smooth it over. See, after that shit I figured he was done and I'd never hear from him again, ya know? Seems like I get that a lot."

      "Yeah no doubt. Fuckin idiots… Like Tony-"

      "I know right? Like fuckin Tony 'I got you back, Baby'. Anyhow.. SO then we get this stupid little brown kid coming into the market and actin all smooth. He is bundled up in a big old sports jacket and loose pants, sunglasses on and a baseball cap with his hoodie over it. Pretty typical for my home turf, not for China Town. No sooner does Mr. Lee "need to check on his wife" in the back room does this kid sidle up to me at the register. "

      "He start hitting on you in yer sexy foam chicken hat? " Gorgon was sitting on the toilet now, listening intently," Thallie, enough with the makeup. You're going 'Coon Clown at this rate."

      "Huh? Oh, yeah," The lipstick was dropped back into her bag and she turned on the sink. "Anyhow, yeah at first I think he is going to start putting the moves on me. You know, big tough black boy all trying to hit up the skinny white chick.. He actually says 'Yo, Wussup chicken lady' and grabs my ass. As I flinch and try to back away he puts a blade to my throat and starts whispering in my ear.

      Thalia looked at the basin of the sink for a moment. At the ancient cracks in the porcelain, at the remnants of blood stains and chips in the white and strewn loose hairs stuck to its edges under years of soap scum buildup. Gorgon coughed, clearing her throat, and patiently waited. Something solid splashed in the closed stall.

      "For me to 'empty the muthafukkin til into his jacket pocket, " Thalia looked down at the sink, her hands stiffening under the cold water, "or he'll 'cut my throat and stuff my pink ass like grandma's turkey.' And then that GUY fuckin shows up. Like the white fucking knight, he just appears out of no where and FUCKS this guy up. I mean seriously wrecks him. SO fast and messy it feels like some dream and I don't even see all of what happened. I don't see my the guy's face.. or where he runs off to. One minute I have a knife to my neck, the next I see Mr Lee with his shotgun ready to help, looking back at me in shock as I lean against the register. We look down at this kid on the ground crying and holding himself, a pathetic mess of cuts and bruises, speaking through what could barely pass for a mouth, begging me not to kill him. "

      "So wait, this guy saved you? Stomped a mudhole in that fucker… and you saw NOTHING?" Gorgon stood, her katana sheath raking against the piping behind her. Thalia nodded, looking down into her backpack. "Girl that's messed up. I mean, you have seen some crazy shit in this city, and hell I've saved you more times then either want to admit. "

      "Yeah, well, it looks like you may have competition. This guy seems to want your job, and I don't even know why.

      Thalia, Please. I will explain everything, but not yet-

      "NO! Shut up.. just.. shut UP… I don't want to talk about this right now!" Thalia zipped shut her bag and threw it over her shoulder. Her eyes met Gorgons, shocked, confused. "Not you Gorgon. You… You're still supa kool sister A numba one!  I just.. Am, getting a VM and it's pissin me off."

      "Ok.. ok no problem Thallie. Lets just go. I'll sweep the club for Gully and if he isn't here, let's GTFO and hit Denny's or something for some coffee. "

      "Yeah.. that shot didn't help. I feel just as shitty. What was it?" Thalia moved towards the door and paused, looking back as Gorgon took off her fingerless gloves and washed her hands under the still-running faucet, "What was it? Absolut? Smirnoff?"

      "Dew. Bitch. You think I'ma slip you a mickie or something? Heh." GorgonZero laughed, shook her hands dry, grabbed her gloves and followed Thalia out.