Georgia Todd -Writer

Buck Boys -

Angel leaned her head out the window and into the night, air as warm as an oven with the door left open, heating a large space. The car smelt new and fresh, and in the darkness of the night, Angel felt a sense of mystery envelop her. She still hadn’t seen what the driver and the passenger in front of her looked like. They barley talked, which she hated. She often found that people got irritated with her yabbing away most of the time. But it was Angel who got irritated with people who couldn’t seem to make polite conversation. She had asked the usual questions, and thinking them to be reasonable, was surprised to have snappy responses back.

She knew one of the girls was blond, and one brunette. The brunette looked a little larger, but then again the blond was so gaunt from behind, that a broomstick would look fat next to her. The blonds’ arms seemed like stick figures that didn’t cast shadows as she held the steering wheel with an unnerving grip. Down the highway they flew, to where they would meet a group of young guys, who had emptied their pockets of almost a grand, for the pleasure of their company. Pretty much.

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Whitneys Confession -

 

She walked into the place holding her mates hand. Her mate, Angela was annoyed by it, and as they showed their I.D’s to the bouncer, she shook her hand free. But Whitney couldn’t help it. She was nervous. “Don’t be such a Wuss, this was you’re idea – remember child?” Angela hissed. It was a thing she did when she was feeling tougher and more mature then Whitney. Called her child, with a touch of southern drawl, to hint that she had been places.

Yeah, Angela had been born in the States, but in Washington, not Louisiana. Whitney pulled her jacket across her breasts, and felt familiar annoyance that the bouncer had been looking at her rack.  Charlie Horse - Gentleman’s Club. The sign had impressed Whitney, it was candy striped with the letters in gold and it rode up and down and all around on a 50s style carousal out the front.

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Ice, Ice Baby -

 

Tasman slept in through the grey of the day up until five pm again. Light rain blew against the bedrooms window pane, and nearby she heard Tui’s playing their song. It had been a wild weekend, the last few weeks had been getting steadily more unbalanced. Her sleep in’s longer, face a little paler. Missed appointments...and lately, some of the wrong company kept. By night time she was up, showering, dinner of chicken and vegetables, hunks of butter melting amongst the potato. She knows a good dinner will set her up for the night. Tasman was lonely. She was lonely in the shower and lonely when she ate her hot dinner and then took up the car keys and headed out the door. She had the music up loud to drown it out on the way to work.

By the time Tasman got to work, she was late – blaming the rain on the lack of car parks and the fact she was not on stage at nine pm. Because it was raining, she threw on a black cocktail dress which hugged her ass, and glittered with sequins. Heels, and a slash of red lipstick and she was on.

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