THE JOYS OF... [open]

[Jennani Castro]

She's a freak and I'm a cheif head banger with the top
down low on the flow cause your so fresh
like b-boys with vests like runners carve chests

THE JOYS OF...

<sub>JENNANI FOR ONE~
knew that she was in a bad position. Night clubs and virgins did not mix well together if you were not on the right recieving end, yet, here she was in a skimpy little outfit that was enough to make her own cousin proud. Though she felt out of lace, the girl certainly didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. She was like a chold with a fear and she would get over it whether she wanted to or not. How the hell did she expect to 'catch up' to Gloria if she was still a virgin. It was an odd thing to want, but if anyone knew Jennani, they knew that she had her mind set. She was insecure and shy and her cousin was not. Jennani needed a quick fix on her self-esteem and she deemed being like her cousin the easiest, painless way. But was this really painless? Sitting on a stool with a skirt too high and boots the clicked like horse hooves. A corset that she forced on tight enough to enhance her chest(which was, compared to other girls in the club, pitifully small) and laces and buckles that wound around her for days upon end.

So far, her luck had been less than minimum, a couple of drunks here and there who would pass out before they could even think about groping a feel.

Absolutely pitiful...

The girl ended up sitting down and watching the bartender mix drinks; she certainly couldn't hold her own liquor anyway. She was about to leave when a man came by her and set down a glass of scotch. Interesting choice of drink and it got her raising a brow. Gloria, she knew, didn't like that kind of stuff. When he offered it to her she shook her head and told him that she was about to leave.

"Aw, sweetheart don't be like that." He smirked and grabbed her by the wrist as she stood up. Her body froze tensely.

"It's getting late, really I should just-"

"Hey, come on don't you wanna do somethin?" Jennani frowned. Aggressive, old bastards she could not take. His grip was tightening and so were her lips as they pursed together in frustration. She wondered just how many times her cousin had to go through this. Then again, Gloria wouldn't give a damn about the guy. As she had said once before she did like whatever like her, butt-ugly or not. It just further more reminded Jennani of how much she wasn't like her cousin. Her fist clenched.

"Let go." Her voice comanded. It was a rare sight to see, her eyes burning with assertivness. He snorted and the spat on the ground.

"C'mon, dressed like that? You've gotta want somethin." He tried to pin the against the bar, but Jennani drove her knee into his sternum. He double over.

"You fricken whore!" He spat and in response Jennani snapped. Her leg came up high in the air before thundering down on his back.

"Wrong... A whore would do you." She growled calmly. A shout came from afar and before she knew it, homeboy had friends coming toward her.

"Now now, gentlemen... We don't exert force on a lady..." She smiled nervously, her previous confidence gone in a flash. In an instant, she was back to shy, insecure Jennani again, backing against the wall. Completely surrounded and she knew she would have to fight. There had to be at least four of them and if she fought them all, then whoever their friends were would come after her as well. "What would Gloria do?" She thought to herself."</sub>

Fight those bitches!

[Dolly Jean]

Dolly had been absolutely bored all day. Her mother had not called, again. Not that it wasn't something that she did not do, but still, it was nice to hear from her from time to time. She had hung out at the park, with some of the people that she did not have the slightest interest in, and that was entertaining for around two point five seconds. Needless to say, she left the park for something more interesting.

Rooting around Brooklyn was one of her favorite things to do. Just wander around aimlessly with no destination, and no curfew, she loved it. One could find such interesting things, and interesting people on the said walks, and she usually did. Some of them were drunk, hell, most of them were drunk, but some were completely awesome, and were content with sitting at a street corner, and talking with her for hours, which she was prone to do.

Today, no such luck on finding those people, all she found were drunks and losers who thought it would be funny to mess with the slim girl, what they did not realize is that Dolly may be slim, but she is not weak, not by a long shot. As night fell over Brooklyn, she found herself entering a bar that was extremely annoying. From the music, to the slutty girls dirty dancing with other girls, or with some man. Not that she had anything against gay people, but when it was the girls who did it to get attention, she got annoyed.

She sighed as she faced the crowd of people. There was no way in hell she would go in there, so she settled for a booth at the corner. She nodded to the bartender, and he prepared her favorite drink to send over. She watched the club and one girl who seemed to be playing dress up. Not that she did not look great, her body language was all wrong, she looked like she would have been more at home in something...less revealing. She could tell that other people could not tell this about the girl, but that as probably because Dolly had been obsessed with studying body language ever since she heard about it on some show a few years back. When the man came up to her, she knew it was going to be trouble, soon enough, she was surrounded by a bunch of guys. Dolly sighed, what was it with these thugs?

She slid out of the booth silently, close to their little gathering, her tank top that tied behind her neck had bunched up slightly, and more of her stomache was showing than usual, so she pulled it down. She was glad that seh had worn converses today, instead of sandles, and that she had worn her lucky jeans, completely worn, but they were her favorite item.

"Now now boys, how about we step away from this lovely lady," She said, leaning against the wall, looking at ease, but in truth she was tensed to fight. "we don't want to cause a scene, do we?"