CJ snorted at the promise, deciding not to hold her breath on that. He certainly seemed to be the type to know a lot, even if he didn’t make a show of it. She knew he said he didn’t go on after high school, but that hardly meant he was stupid. She knew she wasn’t stupid, though she was certainly barely educated. But what good was an education, anyway, when she was living on the streets? She doubted her situation would be any different if she’d stayed in school; probably she would be a lot worse off, possibly dead. Probably dead, she decided.
An eyebrow arched up, and CJ gave a snort of laughter again. “What happens after we part ways is I go home and sleep before work,” she teased. But then she shook her head. “Sure. My bus pass has likely expired by now, so I’m not in a rush.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what we should do, though.” CJ paused thoughtfully. “We could get McDonalds? There’s a joint not far from here, and I haven’t eaten yet today.” Purposefully, but simply because she hadn’t wanted to spend money on food until she’d bought a fresh round of clothing. Street walking was hazardous for clothing, and since they all came from the thrift store, they didn’t tend to have a huge amount of life left in them on the best of occasions.
Reaching into her bra, CJ pulled out the bus pass slip, and frowned down at it. Yep, it had expired at 5pm and she was fairly sure it was after five now – she grabbed Nocturne’s wrist again and tilted it, tapping at the screen of the fancy watch impatiently until it flashed the time. She scrunched up the ticket and put it in her back pocket before digging in her bra again to pull out a couple of notes; she had ten dollars on her, which would get her fed. But a concerned frown etched itself onto her brows as she realised the spare ticket to ride the bus wasn’t in her bra. Or the other side. “Fuck.” She mumbled, dropping her bags so she could dig into her pockets. She shoved the two five-dollar notes into an empty pocket of her jeans, and dug around in the others.
“Fuck me,” she hissed. “Did I drop it?” CJ asked Nocturne, suddenly staring at the ground, and doing a slow circle. “I swear I had another bus ticket on me! Fuck.” She really didn’t want to pay the cash fare for a ride when she had already bought a strip of tickets. At least she’d broken off the two she was sure she’d need for the day, and not lost the whole strip! CJ’s shoulders slumped when she couldn’t find the ticket on the ground, and she picked up her bags with a dejected sigh. Okay. She had five dollars to spend on food, and five to break up for a cash fare to get back to the condemned house she shared with several other street rats.
An eyebrow arched up, and CJ gave a snort of laughter again. “What happens after we part ways is I go home and sleep before work,” she teased. But then she shook her head. “Sure. My bus pass has likely expired by now, so I’m not in a rush.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what we should do, though.” CJ paused thoughtfully. “We could get McDonalds? There’s a joint not far from here, and I haven’t eaten yet today.” Purposefully, but simply because she hadn’t wanted to spend money on food until she’d bought a fresh round of clothing. Street walking was hazardous for clothing, and since they all came from the thrift store, they didn’t tend to have a huge amount of life left in them on the best of occasions.
Reaching into her bra, CJ pulled out the bus pass slip, and frowned down at it. Yep, it had expired at 5pm and she was fairly sure it was after five now – she grabbed Nocturne’s wrist again and tilted it, tapping at the screen of the fancy watch impatiently until it flashed the time. She scrunched up the ticket and put it in her back pocket before digging in her bra again to pull out a couple of notes; she had ten dollars on her, which would get her fed. But a concerned frown etched itself onto her brows as she realised the spare ticket to ride the bus wasn’t in her bra. Or the other side. “Fuck.” She mumbled, dropping her bags so she could dig into her pockets. She shoved the two five-dollar notes into an empty pocket of her jeans, and dug around in the others.
“Fuck me,” she hissed. “Did I drop it?” CJ asked Nocturne, suddenly staring at the ground, and doing a slow circle. “I swear I had another bus ticket on me! Fuck.” She really didn’t want to pay the cash fare for a ride when she had already bought a strip of tickets. At least she’d broken off the two she was sure she’d need for the day, and not lost the whole strip! CJ’s shoulders slumped when she couldn’t find the ticket on the ground, and she picked up her bags with a dejected sigh. Okay. She had five dollars to spend on food, and five to break up for a cash fare to get back to the condemned house she shared with several other street rats.
