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Cee

"Damn I was just lookin for one but you just goin above and beyond right now." Cee bounced and reached for the bag. "I def owe you but I ferreals just woke up so I don't think I got any money to pay you wit. I could pay you lata or owe you a favor?"

She motioned to her tiny basement room, the rusted cot and shelf, the tiny beside table. She'd seemed to scrounge some wall mounted hooks and hangers for her small wardrobe but on one side of the room was her suitcase, set up like a display, and containing pairs upon pairs upon pairs of high price shoes.

"You wanna come in? Lookin all cute and rough." Concetta's smile was inviting and curious. "You seem like a cool chick wit a lot goin on and I'm a cool chick who wants to be in da know."

She licked her lips and held up the bag, "Plus we got candy and TEQUUUIIILAAAAA."

CEE

Cee grinned but lifted a brow, "Basemen Nation? Issat what you callit..?" It made her laugh but if you had to live in a shithole, may as well distinguish yourself as a proud shithole.

Cee waved a dismissive hand, "Oh b***h I been goin to Mexico fer spring break like every year since as long as I remember. Been to Ibiza too. And Dominican republic." Since she was only about twenty, she must have been taking more 'spring breaks' than a normal person.

The heels were toed off when she hopped onto the cot, her legs curling underneath her. She pulled over the tiny bedside table and unpacked the bag. Bottles - check. Shotglasses - check. The chocolate was stacked neatly off to the side and when the lime came out she fished in her purse and pulled out a set of keys with a pocket knife keychain. The keys had been taken it seemed but some bling keychains, a bottle opener and a swiss army knife too small to do substantial damage had been left behind.

"They took so mucha my s**t. I had my own little pharmacy." She pouted as she carefully wiped the blade on her sheets (who knows what sort of things she'd used it for in the past) and then the lime was expertly sliced. "Had some greenery. Had some cash. I guess I dint think they would be day big a deal."

"Shots first." She smiled. "Then the gossip." Cee held up the salt and lime, hopefully America could pour. Her ruby lips curled devilishly, "Normal or body shots?"

"I'll have you know," America drawled with a grin, "that I am president of the Basement Nation. Sad to say, United Rooms of America just didn't take." She toed off her heels with a quiet clatter and wriggled more fully onto the bed.

Talk of spring breaks summoned curiousity along with a nostalgic smile which grew wry as she remembered how her most recent "break" had ended. The girl watched Cee slice the lime with pleased approval. Even if her extra indulgences were confiscated, the new girl seemed pretty prepared.

In answer to the offer, America plucked up the glasses, pouring two shots and taking a lime wedge. She slid it between her lips until the peel presses up against her tongue, and gesturing wide. America's eyebrows rose in silent invitation, Take your pick, honey, because every bit of this is sweet as ******** class="quote">

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