Cassandra-Jade was bundled up considerably more than she would be in a handful of hours. Winter work was always risky, between the usual worries that plagued the street walkers, and the fact that it was cold enough to give them frostbite if they weren’t careful. Cassandra-Jade didn’t fancy getting frostbite any more than she liked the idea of a nice STD. She took precautions, on both counts, but could only do so much.
That night before, after finishing up on the street, she’d found her way to Malachite’s, and had a long hot shower that washed away the cold of the night, and the grossness of the fat bastard she’d served before finally calling it. Then they’d gotten high on V, and she’d had a round (or two) of good sex before passing out. Overall, not a bad way to end the day, and she’d thought about calling it a week when she’d woken up, alone, but not forgotten. Cassandra-Jade had made short work of some of the food Malachite had, and then decided it was time to go shopping. Not for food, though. She needed fresh clothing.
The day had been spent riding buses from thrift shop to thrift shop; it was amazing how many there were in the city. She’d managed to find some really good buys, including a nice winter jacket that she was currently wearing. It was puffy, and she had a feeling it had real down in it, which was amazing considering it had only cost her like fifteen dollars. Some people donated the best things, and then the staff either didn’t care or didn’t know what they were pricing. Cassandra-Jade loved thrift stores.
In the end, she’d finished up with a couple of bags of new clothes, and was quite happy over all. The last store she was in was across the park from the bus stop, and she didn’t feel like actively going around the park when she could just cut through it, people watching as she went. There was a skating rink in the area, and she smiled slightly as she watched some kids go slipping and sliding across the ice. She’d never actually gone skating, despite such parks always being around and available. Hiring skates seemed like a waste of hard to come by money.
Cassandra-Jade was still watching a couple of kids when someone called out; she didn’t recognise the name, but the voice was semi-familiar and the tingling of being stared at caused her head to turn, blinking when she spotted Nocturne. It took her a moment to place him, having first thought that he was a client that had recognised her in the wild. She relaxed just slightly when she realised it wasn’t, and offered a wry smile. “Voyeur,” she said simply, holding her bags up in one hand as an explanation without explaining that she’d never purposefully stepped on an ice-rink in her life.
That night before, after finishing up on the street, she’d found her way to Malachite’s, and had a long hot shower that washed away the cold of the night, and the grossness of the fat bastard she’d served before finally calling it. Then they’d gotten high on V, and she’d had a round (or two) of good sex before passing out. Overall, not a bad way to end the day, and she’d thought about calling it a week when she’d woken up, alone, but not forgotten. Cassandra-Jade had made short work of some of the food Malachite had, and then decided it was time to go shopping. Not for food, though. She needed fresh clothing.
The day had been spent riding buses from thrift shop to thrift shop; it was amazing how many there were in the city. She’d managed to find some really good buys, including a nice winter jacket that she was currently wearing. It was puffy, and she had a feeling it had real down in it, which was amazing considering it had only cost her like fifteen dollars. Some people donated the best things, and then the staff either didn’t care or didn’t know what they were pricing. Cassandra-Jade loved thrift stores.
In the end, she’d finished up with a couple of bags of new clothes, and was quite happy over all. The last store she was in was across the park from the bus stop, and she didn’t feel like actively going around the park when she could just cut through it, people watching as she went. There was a skating rink in the area, and she smiled slightly as she watched some kids go slipping and sliding across the ice. She’d never actually gone skating, despite such parks always being around and available. Hiring skates seemed like a waste of hard to come by money.
Cassandra-Jade was still watching a couple of kids when someone called out; she didn’t recognise the name, but the voice was semi-familiar and the tingling of being stared at caused her head to turn, blinking when she spotted Nocturne. It took her a moment to place him, having first thought that he was a client that had recognised her in the wild. She relaxed just slightly when she realised it wasn’t, and offered a wry smile. “Voyeur,” she said simply, holding her bags up in one hand as an explanation without explaining that she’d never purposefully stepped on an ice-rink in her life.
