It’s 8:55 p.m. and we’re standing in front of ‘Dazzler’ trying ta figure out a way ta get in without IDs. Damn, that’s one very long line in front of the entrance and guess who’s checking the IDs. Our Russian pall from the hotel, Petey. Now we know we ain`t gonna get in through there. Can’t people get just one job and stick with it? Great, now he’s looking directly at us. He’s calling someone. Looks like to fill in for am… Yup, and now he’s headed this way.
Peter: Zdrastvujt’e tovarish. I hope you have your IDs this time.
Me: Well we… Don’t ya work at the hotel?
Peter: I work in shifts. Very good friend of mine got me this job and found me the job in the hotel. Just one can’t pay all the bills and taxes and put food on the table every day, da?
Slim: It can’t?
Peter: Njet. But you wouldn’t know, would you? You are all rich, you do not even need a job.
Me: Well we have one, except fer Creed.
Peter: Kto? I mean, Who?
I not my head toward Vic.
Peter: Ah, I see.
Creed: What’s that suppose ta mean!?
Peter: It means you think life is just about having fun and if you are rich you rule the world and do not have to lift a finger because there are many pour people to do your job for you.
You would expect that ta be said with all the hate in the world but he said it so casual, not even a hint of bitterness in his voice.
Creed: That ain`t true! I just like ta have fun, my old man’s more like that.
Me: True. Don’t ya have ta get back to the gate?
Peter: I do my job well and I have great bosses. I am allowed few slipups.
Me: Ya have more than one boss and nothin bad ta say bout them? That’s a first.
Peter: Two of them to be exact, but odna of them is almost never around, the other one takes care of the club and is mostly in charge of it, Alison Blair.
Slim: Some partner the other one is…
Petey became serious after what Slim said.
Peter: Do not say anything bad about her! If it wasn’t for her many of us would have been on the streets. She gave us jobs, home, food. She is always there when we need her and accepts us for what we are. She is an angel, with flaws but nonetheless an angel.
Gumbo: Homme ya sound like ya have a thin fo le femme.
Peter: She is just a very good friend, my heart belongs to another. You know my name but kak teb zovut?
Me: What?
Peter: What is your name?
Me: Why didn’t ya say so? Name’s Logan.
Gumbo: Remy, but dey call am Gumbo.
Peter: Call who?
Gumbo: Remy.
Peter: Who is Remy?
Me: He’s Remy! He talks in third face fer some reason.
Gumbo: Gives Remy a character.
Me: Whatever Cajun.
Creed: Name’s Vic.
Me: Or Creed.
Slim: I’m Scott Su…
Me: Call am Slim.
Slim: Do you have to do that?
Me: Do what?
Slim: Cut me off every time I introduce myself to someone!
Me: No I don’t.
Slim: Yes you do.
Me: No I don’t!
Slim: Yes you do!
Me: Do not!
Slim: Do too!
Me: Do not!
Slim: Do too!
Me: Nuhuh!
Slim: Uhuh!
Me: Fuck you!
Slim: Go to hell!
Creed: NOCK IT OFF WILL YA!
Peter: (To Gumbo) Do they always fight like kids?
Gumbo: Non mon ami, jus under rear occasions. That’s when Vic an Remy get ta play da adults.
We see a car stopping in front of ‘Dazzler’.
Peter: My other boss is here! I better get going.
Who we saw getting outa the car left us with ur mouths hanging. This can`t be happening. The Japanese purple hair chick with… our white hair robber… Damn, she looks good. Her hair is slightly pulled from her beautiful face and its let loose ta cover her naked back. She’s wearing some black dress that reveals more than covers. It goes round her neck and over her boobs where its caught with a silver brooch just so it keeps the dress in place, it reveals her all the way down to her abdomen, just slightly covers her stomach from the sides and its connected to the skirt which goes little above her knees and high black sandals. The girl sure likes ta show skin, not that I mind.
Me: Just one minute Petey. Yer boss is the one with the purple hair right?
Peter: Njet tovarish, she is merely a guest. The one with the white hair is.
Creed: No way! Is everyone we get in trouble with friends with this chick!? Did ya know she’s a damn thief?
Peter: Da
Me: Is that a yes?
Peter: Da.
Me: Will ya answer in fucking English!
Peter: Yes, that is a yes.
Slim: And you’re okay with it?
Peter: Yes.
Me: She robbed us yesterday that’s why we don’t have our IDs!
Peter: Very sorry for you, but she robbed lot of other people and I really have to go now. Poka.
He didn’t sound sorry at all.
Slim: Wait, and no one is doing anything about it!?
Peter: Look, this is her town, she practically owns the streets and lots of important people. She is well known and respected among the thieves. Lots of very important and powerful people are her buyers and are at her mercy all over the country including the police.
Me: So the chief of the police here is her costumer or something?
Peter: Njet.
Gumbo: Den what?
Peter: I told you more than enough already although she wouldn’t really mind since you can’t really do anything against her.
Creed: So she’s like really rich?
Peter: She could be, but she is not. She keeps enough of the money so she could afford the most basic things a person needs and she separates a little for her savings, the rest of the money pretty much goes to charity.
Me: So what? She’s like twenty-first’s century Robin Hood or something?
Peter: (Laughs) You could call it that.
With that he turns and leaves leaving us wondering what we got ourselves into. Now I know I have ta get in there or get miss ‘Queen-of-the-Streets’ out.
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Ororo`s pov
I haven’t seen Ali in weeks. I’m sure she’s pretty pissed at me but it’ll pass her soon. Betsy left me on my own as soon as we got in the club and I know one of the employees already told Ali I’m here. I was right, here she comes. Short blond hair, green eyes, model figure… She’s wearing a pink track holding her hair back, sleeveless light purple top with dark pink ‘I ROCK’ letters written on it, tutu that’s light pink on the top, turns darker pink on the middle and ends up dark purple on the end and high light pink sandals. Typical Ali.
Me: Hey Ali.
Ali: Don’t you ‘hey Ali’ me bitch! Do you know how worried I was!?
Me: I missed you too. How long has it been?
I give her a bear hug but she tries to push me off of her.
Ali: Six weeks, three days, ten hours and (looks at her pink, heart
shaped watch) twenty-six minutes, but whose counting.
Me: You, obviously.
Ali: Get off of me! I’m not done yelling at you yet!
I let her go.
Me: You’re not gonna let mi off the hook so easily are you?
Ali: You can bet your black ass I won’t!
Me: Ah, c’mon Ali, you know I’ve been busy.
Ali: Now you don’t have time for your best friend?
Me: You know its not like that.
Ali: I know. Its just… You really got me worried for you, you know?
Me: I know, sorry. Didn’t mean to get you worried.
Ali: S`okay, just don’t pull anymore shit like that, k?
Me: I promise. Unless I’m dead, I won’t do something like this again.
I start laughing at Ali`s expression.
Ali: RO! THAT’S NOT FUNNY!
Peter: What is not funny?
Ali: Ro`s talking bullshit.
Peter: So the usual. (I glair at him and he grins) Anyway, I need to talk to you Rora.
Me: What’s up?
Peter: Did you happen to have robbed someone yesterday?
Ali: You’re still doing that!?
Me: Ali, I never stopped. And yes Peter, I did. Why do you wanna know?
Peter: Because your latest victims are just outside the club.
Me: What!? Did they see me?
Peter: Da… I mean yes.
Me: Why do I keep running into those guys!? Shoulda let them stay in jail, life would have been easier. For me that is.
Ali: You bailed them outa jail? Are you crazy!? You could’ve been arrested!
Me: Well I wasn’t. Luke let me off the hook.
Ali: You saw Bishop? I always thought you two were good together.
Me: It just didn’t work out…
Peter: I am sorry to be interrupting again, but what do you want me to do about the angry mob?
Me: Gather the gang. I’m going out there and I need backup.
Peter: You got it boss. Vy harasho vygljadite, Rora.
I blush a little.
Me: Spasiba za kompljiment Pitor.
He winks at me and leaves to find Betsy. I’m pretty good fighter and I can stand up for myself but this could get ugly and if it comes to that I don’t want to face four angry guys all by myself. My backup buddies are Betsy, I met her few years back in self defense class, we soon became best friends and roommates.
Peter, I met him few years back as well when he got to Vegas. I got into trouble with some guys I stole from and he just happened to be around and save me. He has small file in the police so he couldn’t get a job and he couldn’t afford a home for himself and the owner of the hotel he works in now owned me a favor so he agreed to give Pete a job in the security in shifts and Ali and I were just finishing our club so we gave him extra job here and a room to live in, he’s been with us since. He also taught me to spick Russian and I helped him with his English.
The third member of my backup squad is Kurt Wagner, my very shy German friend. He came in town two years ago with the circus, he was working as an acrobat there so he’s a great fighter with all his skills. The thing is he hated being there, he was treated as shit, something that he definitely didn’t deserve but he had nowhere to go and he didn’t have any money. Betsy and I were visiting the circus and we witnessed how they were treating the star of the show. I get angry just thinking about that day. They beat up Kurt so bad that there wasn’t place on his body that didn’t have cut or bruise on, so Betsy and I beat the shit out of them. We got Kurt out of there, gave him job as bartender and a room in the club next to Pete’s. He’s very religious but he wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone if necessary for me, one of the most loyal persons I know, well all of my closest friends are completely loyal and trustworthy.
The last but certainly not least member of the squad is none other than… ALI! She may look like pop princess and likes to dress crazy but singing is not her only passion, she almost became a champ in light category kick-boxing championship and she’s still practicing it. I met Ali ten years ago, I was fifteen and she was sixteen. I still lived in Africa then. She was visiting Kenya and got in trouble with some drunk assholes which didn’t like tourists, and as sharp on her thong as she is it got even worst. People there like to stay out of other people’s business so she was lucky I was near by. I knew street fighting and she knew kick-boxing, she’s been learning it since she was a little girl. As I said, the guys and few women were drunk so with our skills we easily beat them and got the hell away from there. After that we became best of friends. Ali has rich parents so she convinced them to get me documents, telling them that I saved her life so they soon brought me to U.S.A. to live the American dream but I chose to continue my thieving job and soon I became the best at what I do with few exceptions, like now. I hope we won’t get in a fight this time coz I’m sure not dressed for it, it doesn’t take much to tear this dress apart and my sandals are killing me. Next time I’m buying comfort over beauty. Here comes Peter and Bets.
Peter: Here is Elizabeth Rora, I will get Kurt right away.
Kurt: (Appears out of nowhere) Not necessary meine freund. Ich saw you were gathering for something.
Betsy: Will you tell us what we’re gathering for love?
Me: Remember the big blond guy you beat up today?
Betsy: That giant bastard, how could I forget.
Me: He’s here with his pals now and I need backup, but don’t do anything unless they make the first move.
Betsy: You got it mate.
Kurt: Dir can count on mir.
Peter: You know I would take a bullet for you tovarish.
Ali: Hey, I’m always ready to kick some ass, especially for you Munroe!
Me: Thanks guys, now lets get going.
This are my best friends, ready to give their very own lives for me as I would for any one of them. Always there when I need them, no meter what for and they accept me for who and what I am, I never need to pretend around them. I never thought I’d be so lucky to have friends like them. Some people have only one true friend while I have whole bunch of them. I wouldn’t change my life for all the money in the world, its perfect the way it is. Now to try and take care of the last imperfect detail.
Me: Pete, take us to them.
Peter: Right this way comrade.
We got out of the club and there they are, at our parking lot. I’m getting that tingly feeling in my belly again…
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Logan`s pov
I’m still figuring out what ta do and I can’t think of anything, its been a while since I last tried ta break into some nightclub.
Creed: Look who finally decided ta show up.
I lift my head and there she is, coming this way with her support group.
Rory: I could say it’s a pleasure seeing you again, but than I’d be lying.
Me: Well it ain`t all butterflies and rainbows fer us eater sweetheart.
Rory: What is your business here?
Me: Ya know very damn well what’s our business here!
I snap at her but she doesn’t even flinch. She’s like a whole different person. She was warm and playful yesterday but tonight she’s cold and reserved, a real Ice Queen.
Rory: You’re on my territory now, so I suggest you keep your voice down.
Me: Now yer threatening me?
Rory: Take it as you wish. Creed, I heard you got into bit of an incident with one of my friends.
The purple head steps up by Rory’s side.
Betsy: Hey love, care for seconds?
She smiles smoothly at Vic.
Creed: Fuck you!
Betsy: No thanks mate, I already have a boyfriend and you’re not my type. I could use you as a punching bag thought.
Creed: Just stay away from me. I don’t hit women but I just might make an exception.
Betsy: I would like to see you try love.
She starts going towards Creed, which backs up a little, but Rory stop’s her by putting her hand on Purple’s shoulder.
Rory: Step down Bets.
Betsy: Sorry love, got little carried away.
Rory: S’okay. Now, what can I do for you?
Me: Ya can give me my car back.
Rory: Impossible.
Me: And why the hell is that!?
Peter: She told you to keep your voice down tovarish.
I ignore am.
Me: I asked ya a question darlin.
Rory: Because I sold it.
Me: YA WHAT!?
Rory: I had a buyer this morning, he was looking for a car just like yours. Its already out of the city. My costumer was from Washington, you can go there if you want it back, I can get you a one way ticket. Good luck finding the new owner.
Is she fer real? Is my baby really in Washington? She sure doesn’t look like she’s kidding.
Me: Thanks, but I’m staying right here, and YER A DEAD WOMAN!
I charge at her but Gumbo and Slim hold me back.
Gumbo: Calm down mon ami, ya ain’t gon get anywhere wit violence. Listen ta Remy.
Slim: Yes Logan, we’re pretty pissed too, but violence gets you nowhere.
Gumbo: Besides, homme, we be outnumbered.
Me: What? Three of them are chicks and one of them looks like
elf.
Gumbo: Never doubt femmes strength mon ami.
Rory: Listen to your friend Logan. You know what we’re talking about, right Vic?
Creed: Give me a break!
Rory: And Logan, don’t insult Kurt. He’s far better man than you’ll ever be.
Kurt: Danke Roro.
Rory: (She smiles and she winks at the elf) Its true.
Slim: He’s friends with a thief, I can see how good of a person he is!
Rory: Do you think its insulting when you call me a thief or a crook. Let me tell you something, its not because that’s exactly what I am and what I have been my whole life. Its not something I’m ashamed of.
Slim: You’re not ashamed of being a criminal? Your place is in jail!
Rory: Perhaps, but I’m not there am I?
Slim: I`ll make sure you end up there!
Ali: Like hell you will! (spoke the blond chick that stayed silent all this time) Over our dead bodies momma’s boy!
Gumbo: And who be you chere?
Ali: Alison Blair red eyes! Remember it!
Gumbo: You be da other owner of da club, oui?
Ali: Yup, and you’re trespassing!
Creed: (Ta Rory) Man, those are some aggressive friends ya have there White.
Gumbo: Oui, Bella would fit right in.
Rory: Who?
Me: Never mind. Can we at least get our IDs back?
Rory: Umm… Sure, why not? I don’t have any use of them.
They’re in my ap… home.
I wait few moments for her ta get going but she just stands there.
Me: Well?
Rory: What? Now?
Me: No, we’ll wait couple more days hoping we’ll run into ya again. Yes, now!
Rory: Fine. Give me a minute. (She turns toward her friends) Guys, I need to consult you bout something.
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Ororo`s pov
I signal to my friends by nodding my head that we need to put little distance between us and my ‘latest victims’ as Peter named them.
Slim: Are you planning on getting away again?
Me: This is my territory, as I said. I’m not about to allow bunch of lawyers scare me into running away from it.
Logan: Just stay where we can see ya.
We get out of ear’s reach so we can talk. I hope they’ll accept my suggestion.
Ali: What’s up?
Me: I have a suggestion. What do you say we let them stay in our club while I get their IDs? And maybe… couple of days…
Betsy: Are you crazy love!?
Ali: Why would you do that?
Really, why would I do that?
Me: I… I don’t really know. It’s the right thing to do?
Betsy: No. That’s not it…
Ali: RO! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ONE OF THEM!
Me: Yell for the whole world to hear would you.
Ali: So it’s true.
Peter: Rora, sorry to be saying this but… it sucks to be you.
Kurt: Ich agree with Peter.
Me: Gee, thanks a lot, now I feel a whole lot better…
Betsy: Its not Blondie, is it love?
Me: Goddess no.
Ali: Is it tall, dark and handsome?
Me: Goddess yes.
Ali: Is that why you bailed them out of jail? And don’t give me some ‘it was the right thing to do’ speech.
Me: I don’t know… I guess so… So do you accept my suggestion?
Ali: Girl, you got it bad. I still think this is a bad idea but if it makes you happy for some stupid reason… than I accept.
Betsy: Same here love.
I look at Pete and Kurt.
Me: Pete?
Peter: Only if you allow me to keep an eye on them.
Me: Of coerce.
Peter: Than ja saglas’en tovarish.
Kurt: Dir veise ich accept meine freundin.
Me: Thanks guys, you’re the best.
Peter: Njezashta, but if they hurt you in any way we will break every bone in their bodies. Agreed?
Betsy: Definitely mate.
Ali: Yea baby!
Kurt: Ich bin usually against violence but ich agree.
Me: (I chuckle) I hope it won’t be necessary. Now lets tell them the good news and see if they’ll accept or think I’m a complete lunatic.
Ali: Or both… You definitely lost it, I give ya that.
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Translation:
Vy harasho vygljadite-you look nice (pretty, beautiful…)
Spasiba za kompljiment-thank you for the compliment
Njet-No
Da-yes
ja saglas’en-I agree
Odna-one
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Dir veise-you know
Ich bin-I am
Mir-me
Mein(e) freund(in)-my friend
Danke-thank you
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