*He wanders down the slums, he knows he should not but old habbits die hard. What the hell's he doing on a street corner anyhow?

Trashy skirt, tiny top, boy boots and a huge black and white checkered shawl wrapped around his neck like many Emo kids nowadays do. A cigarette dangels drom his lips, there's an orange wig on his head.

Some guy in a rusty sedan makes a proposition.* How much, doll?

*And that snaps him out of his psyco-trance* Wrong corner asshole.

*The guy, obviously not one of those that to persue a swearing match just shakes his head and drives off in search for a proper hooker. *

What the fuck...*he shakes his head and tosses the menthol-smelling smoke away. He pushes himself away from the illy-lit corner and heads towards a phonebooth. He needs to get off the street. Without thinking he drops a coin in the slot and dials Alice's number.*

Alice lifts her head out of her drool soaked pillow. She glances around her apartment, wondering if the others may have decided to drop by. She growls lightly, clicking on a light and fumbling for the phone. She answers it.
"H-hello," her voice is husky and deep from sleep. She notices the phone is upsiode down and rights it.

*At first he can barely make out the muffled voice.* Miss...uh, Alice? It's Daisy...from the White Rabbit. You gamme your number *a shrug before he continues* I needa place to crash...*he sounds tiny...far away.*

"Speak up sweetie, I can barely hear you," she grumbles as she sits up in bed. She slides off the bed and her foot hits a wet balled up towel. She curses slightly, snatching it up. Whatever one of them left it...she may beat them with it. She throws it against the wall only to have it slide down it and into a laundry basket. "What time and day is it? Where are you?"
She gets out of bed, staggering to her kitchen where a whole mess of dirty dishes are waiting for her. She sighs.
"I have got to get out of this house."

It's DAISY* He says slowly yet louder so that she can hear him.* I'm uh...on a corner, I don't wanna be here....can I come to your house? Please? *He eyes the lack of cars passing by then lifts his hand and tries to run it though his hair, remembeering he's got the orange wig on* Shit...*he mutters under his breath then speaks loudly again* Alice?

"Yeah, come on over." she says, then giving Daisy specific directions on how to get there. When, she's sure Daisy knows how to get here, she hangs up and check to make sure the pack wasn't here. She looks over her livingroom, which still smelled like them. She combs her hair, brushes her teeth and sits down, waiting for Daisy. She flips through the channels while she waits.

*Daisy nods over the phone then quickly thanks her. He hangs up and wriggles out of the piss-smelling phonebooth.

Luckily it's not late and the busses are still running. He hops onto one and soon is by Alice's house.

It's a short walk from the bus stop to the adress he was given but it feels like a mile.

Soon Alice can hear a knock on the door.*

She opens the door and ushers Daisy in.
"If your hungry, I can make something or we can order chinese," she shrugs. "I made you a bed."
She points to the cushy cough with a plush comforter and pillows.
"You can use my shower and soap if you want."

*Daisy enters, feet shuffling and heads straight for the couch.* Yahhuh...that'd be nice *he says, unfortunately it is not clear to what he is saying yahhuh to.

He crawls under the covers, face first and lays under warmness.* Can I smoke in here? *He's not too clear, but his mind is spinning. He's trying to understand how he got to the corner in the first place.*

"Yeah hun," she says as she moves a cheap aluminun ashtray toward her. "You okay? You're not sick are you?"
She moves and kneels infront of her. She carefully studies Daisy's eyes.

*Daisy creeps out from under the covers, he notes the smell sweet yet ashy, like they were just cleaned then someone smoked near them.* I gotta work tomorrow *he says stupidly and blinks at her* I was on a corner *a single-shouldered shrug* I needed a place to crash...*blink*

"Fair enough," she stands. She figures Daisy'll just sleep it off. "the coffee pot kick on at 9 in the morning, in case you want some. What's today?"
She asks even though she looking right at a calender.

*Daisy plucks his crumpled smoke pack out and pulls a cig from it. Carefully he rolls it between his fingers, trying to straighten it out before he lights it. Pale smoke plums around him. He draws in a deep breath and exhails almost nothing.*

'k...*he nods. Daisy looks at Alice and draws on the cigarette once more.* Alice? What happens if I'm not...uh...as good, or what Boss man wants?

"Gand likes some unexpected things...or he would have kicked me to the curb long ago," she smirks lightly. "As long as you can shake your ass, you'll be fine. I wouldn;t worry much, the worst he'll do to you is fire you maybe...and if he does that, please let me know. He and I may not be together...."
She stops herself, no vengful bitch plotting against the EX. She won't be having any of that now. She sighs deeply, composing herself.
"You're a very pretty. You will do just fine. Why, what has got you concerned?"
She picks up a pretty, unicorn encrusted, glass water bong, She then pulls out a clear plastic baggy of the greenest, stickiest, sugary weed she has ever seen. The buds look like tiny christmas trees and smeel sweet like wild berries and hints of pine and juniper.
"Wanna hit? It's real smooth, some stuff a friend 'helped' me with," she smirks as she gives Daisy two thumbs up. She amused by some secret joke in her head as she wiggles her thumbs. After her weirdness subsides, she places one hands around the bong, the other wrapped around a lighter. She places her lips on the pink, peralescent mouth piece and sets the ganja a blaze. She holds the smoke, slowly exhaling from her nose. the pale white smoke smells deeply of blackberries and sweet, sweet juniper.  

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I can shake my ass, fuck...I can shake it good, trust me. *he absenmindely licks along his lips then wriggles out of the covers and sits on the sofa, teeny tiny skirt rides up long legs showing off a pair of black boy-underpants. Quickly he moves his legs and tugs on his skirt* I think I have the first day jitters....about stripping uh...all the way *he sorta lies* Im not gonna uh...I dont gotta right? He never said I should so *a shrug* I assume it can be done however I wanna, right?

*The bong suddenly sparks him to life* Fuck yah! I'd like to take a few hits *Daisy wriggles down by Alice, the cig dangling by his lips. He is obviously not a newby to the drug scene.* Jamaican?

"The ladies never get completely nude. You can only get that in like las vegas or Canada. There are moral laws here in the conservative south. The guys just wanna see breasts, I reckon. Just shake your ass real nice and keep the bottoms on, you should be fine."
She takes a heavy toke before passing.
"You know," she says as she holds her toke. She passes the bong over as she exhales. "I have a cute furry skirt you can borrow. Glows in the dark too. Jamacian? No, this is homegrown my friend Nikki help me enhance."

*Daisy nods* Coolness....I like keeping my pannies on on stage...an' my shawl *he tugs at the shawl around his neck* I don't got big boobs *a shrug...heck...he aint got any boobs!

He reaches for the bong and takes a toke, as well. He holds the smoke in for as long as his little lungs will allow him, and then exhails.* Nikki...coolness *another nod* She grow it in her backyard? *then a giggle and he begins to sing* I knew a girl named Nikki, I guess you could say she was a sex fiend. I met her in a hotel lobby, masturbating with a magazine.

She laughs as Daisy begins to sing.
"Nah, you don't need big boobs and I think the shawl will be okay, though I'd trade it for a furry collar or something."
She smirks, "I grew this, Nikki just enhanced it for me. Now, no more questions dearheart. Toke up and chill. Let's watch a movie."
She moves to the racks upon racks of DVDs.
"What are you in the mood for?"

*Panties on, scarf, as well...this was gonna be a sweet deal! He smiles big and wide* 'k, no more queshtuns *he drawls and then takes another small puff. Head tilts back, stoner eyes flutter shut as he exhails. And then liks a bunny on speed he bounces up and hops over to the DVDs* got an'thind scarry...like with vampires init?

"No vampires," she snarls. "But, I got all kinds of other scary...Jason Vorhees, Micheal Myers, Pumpkinhead, Dog Soliders, stuff like that. Some fairly descent b films."
She starts toking on the bong.