Finding someone in the broken down van in the alley she was staying was… awkward to say the least. Vega's brow arched and she just stared at him. A hand went to her hip and she looked him up and down before rolling her eyes.

“What'dya want?” She asked around a mouthful of gum she'd ended up lifting from some corner shop.

He approached her with something in his hand, holding it out to her. “For you.”

Taking the envelope quickly, she popped a bubble and opened it up without taking notice of the scent. The key clattered to the asphalt when she tried to fish the card out. Retrieving it quickly, Vega looked up and noticed the man was gone. “Huh….” She met Autumn, so while this weirded her out a bit, it wasn't too off-putting.

Either way, she read the letter and looked vaguely confused.

“What the heck does appropriately dressed mean? Like, a dress?” Where the hell was she supposed to get a dress? It's not like she was exactly rolling in cash here. She popped another bubble and rubbed her neck before crawling into the van.

Spray paint cans rolled around and bumped into one another as she moved things around, making more space on the shag carpet that probably hadn't been cleaned in a while.

“A masked ball? How.. fantasy.” She read books about things like this. These things were apparently a thing and she was invited.

“Wonder what Autumn's going to wear,” she found herself wondering, propped on her elbows. With the light dying behind her, Vega pulled out her candles and started to light them. “Might have to do some scraping around… Do I even wanna wear a dress? What's wrong with clean jeans and a nice shirt?” Maybe the Guy Fawkes mask, because honestly, that's all she had. Vega used it when she was doing her art at night. It did the trick, even if it made it a little more difficult to spray. It was also covered in splatter from the cans.

She pushed an empty coke bottle around with her finger as she studied the invitation more and then hummed.

A shower would have to be a thing that happened soon. She cleaned herself up in gas station bathrooms, but they weren't showers.

Determined to go to this thing, Vega flipped over on her back and stared at the tattered ceiling lining and grinned. “Probably gonna be free food.” She would definitely take that back with her.

Toeing her tattered boots off, she let them stay where they landed by her flip flops and stretched out. She had a long day ahead of her tomorrow, trying to con and convince someone to let her shower at their place. Maybe that kid she saw walking to the flower shop all the time. He looked kind hearted enough to ask.

“Yeah, that'll work,” she yawned out. Green eyes slipped closed as the day's exhaustion kicked in. Sleep was always one thing she looked forward to at the end of the day.

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