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Kiara Moore

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a character in “In The Concrete Jungle”, as played by Bandit

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Biological Name:
Kiara Bianca Moore

Preferred Name:
Kiara, though Kia is a nickname that is sometimes used

Age:
22

DOB:
September 11th

Sexuality:
Bisexual
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Likes:
Warmth, hot food, marijuana, vodka, showering, Mexican food, drugs, tall guys, creating fun aliases for herself, money, sugary alcoholic drinks, chewing gum

Dislikes:
Dogs, cats, beggars, unwelcome advice, religion and religious charities, clowns, bugs, her profession, lack of privacy

ImagePersonality:
Kiara's a troublemaker by nature, but she likes to call it being adventurous. She likes to provoke people and situations, even when she knows that they're going to end badly, because she likes to see things explode. She likes having a show to watch, preferably when she's not in the middle of it, and can sit back and watch. Stirring up situations and pitting people against each other is entertaining for her. It's hard to say that she doesn't do it with malice intentions, because she's not dumb and clearly knows what she's doing, but for the most part, it really just is entertainment for her. In a way, this trait reflects her impulsiveness as well. With most of her choices, she knows that they're probably going to end badly, but it doesn't matter. If they seem like they'll benefit her, for even a moment, she'll do it without weighing the pros and cons first. She's the kind of person who needs to live for the moment, because if she's not receiving short-term pleasure and relief, she knows that she'd probably lose the will to live. Being homeless taught her that it's more important to focus on getting through each day, than it is to plan for a future that's years away.

She doesn't know how long she'll be alive with many of the bad habits she's picked up, and a lot of the time, she actually hopes she'll die sooner than later, since it seems like the only way to escape this life she's stuck in. It's depressing sounding, maybe even a little pessimistic, but Kiara would just consider herself to be a realist. She knows that her life sucks, she knows that statistically speaking, the longer she stays out here, the smaller her chance of having a normal life is, and she knows that she has no skills, qualifications of connections to help her get off of the streets. She doesn't exactly try to make the best out of the situation, but she isn't sobbing in the corner over it either. She's accepted the fact that she's stuck in some shitty basement with a bunch of people who have just as many problems with her, but she struggles to cope with the situation when she actually allows herself to think about it, and process it. Her coping method is usually marijuana, but alcohol is a close second, and other drugs, such as ecstasy, cocaine and prescription pills aren't exactly rare either. She'll usually just use whatever she can afford and get her hands on, to keep herself from thinking about her quality life.

The drugs and her refusal to really process where she is in life means that she's usually either zoned out, or able to put on a smirk and find something to amuse herself with, to pass her time. However, there are times when she breaks. They usually come after she's been working and had a particularly bad night. Her occupation is probably one of the most dehumanizing out there, and it's always a reality check for her when she realizes how low she's going, just to get money. It's better than begging, but at some point, she doesn't know if she'll be able to continue value her pride and desire to be independent, if it means doing this.
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Job:
Prostitution

Hometown:
Philadelphia, PA (Age 0-5)
Queens, NY (Age 5-16)
Bronx, NY (Age 16-18)
Manhattan, NY (Age 18-Current)

Background:
Kiara is the third of seven children on her mother's side, and the fifth of eleven on her father's, but none of them are her full-siblings. She was born in Philadelphia, where her mother lived with one of her ex-boyfriends, who was not Kiara's father. She never met her father, and doubts she ever will, considering that while she was still in the womb, he was arrested for murder and is serving close to a life sentence for it. Her mother lacked ambition, self-respect, and energy to raise her children. She wasn't abusive and wasn't necessarily a bad mother, but she was disconnected. Being stuck in a life of poverty, that she knew she would never escape, was depressing, and she self-medicated herself with sex, alcohol and weed. Food stamps made sure that all of her kids were always fed, and they lived in section 8 housing, so the basic needs were met, but not much more. Kiara was never able to join the soccer, go on school field trips, or afford the new bike that she lusted over in the Toys R Us catalog.

Her mother's tendency to job from guy to guy did leave Kiara at risk of being abuse every now and then, but it wasn't frequent enough for her to consider herself a victim of abuse. It would normally just occur when she complained about how she didn't want to eat bread and butter again for dinner, or how it wasn't fair that she had to take care of her younger siblings instead of going to her friend's birthday party. Her mother's boyfriends saw her as being ungrateful and having too much of a mouth on her, which admittedly, was pretty true. They said it, and her teachers did too. Kiara wasn't horrible at school, she just didn't have the respect for her superiors that was apparently necessary to do well there. She talked back, refused to do homework, and when she hit her teen years, was known to skip class and smoke on campus. Suspensions became a weekly thing for her, and at sixteen when it got to a point where they were considering expelling her, she beat them to the punch and dropped out. She was currently seeing a twenty two year old drug dealer who lived in the Bronx, so she found herself living there for a few months, until she discovered that he had been cheating on her for the duration of their relationship. She sought comfort in one of his friends, who insisted he could give her a life like no other. All she had to do was join his girls, who worked for him, while he provided them with a dream life.

Being a naive and desperate teenager, Kiara agreed to work under him as a prostitute. He provided her with a roof over her head, that was true, but little else. She was subjected to abuse by clients, and if they weren't satisfied with her, abuse from her pimp as well. A year and a half later, she managed to break free when she claimed that she was pregnant with the pimp's child. He kicked her out without her having to forcibly run away, and though there was a lot of relief there, she was now left again, with no real place to call home. She relocated to Manhattan and started working as a prostitute on her own. It was considerably even more dangerous than doing it through a pimp, because she literally had no idea who the guys she was sleeping with were, and she knows to count her blessings that she's still alive today. Her work never paid her the big bucks, but it's always been enough for her to spend the nights where she wasn't working, at hostels or couch surfing.

She met Nick through a friend who referred her to him as being a good dealer in the area. He invited her to stay in the basement for one night when she told him about her situation, and well, she took that invitation and never let go of it, and has been in the basement since. She doesn't think it makes sense to pay for places to stay, when she can stay down there, for free, instead. Right now, she doesn't hate her life and is actually pretty content with it. Her profession still disgusts her, but being high on one drug or another nearly all of the time, has made living this life a lot easier for Kiara.

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Body Type:
Petite

Height:
5'1

Weight:
100 lbs

Face Claim:
Jhenรฉ Aiko

So begins...

Kiara Moore's Story

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Mitchell Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Location: Manhattan, NY
Date: Friday, October 16th 2015
Time: 3:00 PM

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Mitchell Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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The night before had been an unpleasant one for Kiara. Prostitution was never a glamorous gig, but there definitely were nights that were better than others. On a great (and rare) occasion, she would find some middle-aged man who was in-between on whether he was really going to do this, and hire someone to sleep with him. It was frequently a guy who lived a very vanilla lifestyle and was probably stepping out on his wife for the first time. Usually with these guys, she could fuck him once, and he would think that was all he paid her for. A lot of the time, she'd be able to use the shower of his hotel room, and if she felt like it, maybe even take advantage of the nice room and sleep over with him. Most of the time, however, it wasn't like that for her. Work for her usually consisted of fucking a guy in the bathroom of a bar, or in a cab or alley outside. She didn't work for a pimp, because she had tried that route already and managed to get out, and she wasn't going to go back to it. However, working on her own meant that she didn't have job security, and her clients tended to be the scummiest people one could imagine. She didn't make much money, and sometimes, she'd finish the job and they'd refuse to pay her. What could she do? Run to the police and tell them that she was working as a prostitute and was ripped off? That would land her in jail, if she could even make it that far before the guy tried to strange her, or something.

It was an extremely dehumanizing job, and it wasn't even like she ended up with good money to compensate. Most of the time, Kiara was just barely getting by. The fact that she tended to indulge in alcohol and drugs over necessities played a role in that, though. For Kiara, it was just necessary to get high or blackout-level drunk after working. She didn't want to think about what she had just done, and that was the only way that she could actually escape this reality. It was what she had done last night when she got back to the basement. She spent ten dollars on a cheap bottle of vodka that she had a fair amount of upon getting into bed, and then took the Quaalade that the man she fucked an hour before tried to convince her to take while she was with him. She was out like a light within fifteen minutes of taking the pill, and probably would have slept for a solid twelve to thirteen hours, had Holly not woken her up that morning. She managed to fall back asleep for a few hours, but it wasn't that same deep sleep that she craved, especially when she knew that she was hungover. For a while, she was actually so dead feeling, that she couldn't even muster up the energy to get sick to at least give her stomach a chance to settle down. When everyone started coming in and out, and she was too awake to drown out the sounds, she decided to just get up, though. A good amount of the vodka she had had the night before came up before she was able to leave the bathroom, and then she left the basement. She buried herself in a men's size large NYU sweatshirt that she had taken from the lost and found at the gym she had a membership to a few months back, along with a pair of leggings and combat boots.

She spent most of her day doing laundry, walking, and enjoying the rest of her vodka out of a water bottle. Although Kiara never had much money to shop, she enjoyed going into stores anyway. Sometimes she found the courage to snag something little here and there from stores. It was usually just a pack of gum or a box of Midol, little things that wouldn't be missed much. Usually, though, she just browsed in an attempt to kill time, and distract herself. Today, she found that she had made a good choice by heading into a Trader Joe's, as she replaced the need for lunch with a plethora of their free samples. When her feet started hurting, she headed back to the pub. She wanted something to mix the rest of her vodka with, and she decided that maybe she could convince Finn to give her a glass of soda for free. It wasn't like he didn't give Brooklyn and Nick, and probably even Tee and Holly, meals and drinks on the house all of the time! Then again, Kiara knew that she wasn't close with Finn, and was actually one of the ones that irritated him the most, but it was worth a shot.

Upon entering, she was sidetracked when she saw familiar faces at the bar. There was Isaac, closest to her, and then on the other side, Brooklyn, and was that... Cara? Preppy young blondes weren't a common sight in Finn's bar, and with a closer look, Kiara confirmed it was her. She was definitely surprised to see the girl who had disappeared months ago, but before she got into that, she embraced Isaac from behind. "Glad to see you're alive," she teased as she sat down beside him. Kiara considered Isaac to be one of her realest friends here. She didn't feel like an addict, at least not compared to him, but she knew that he understood what she was doing with drugs. She worried for him a lot, but when she wasn't even in control of her own life, she knew that she couldn't try to force him to change either. They were all addicted things for reasons, and not just because they were rebellious kids and drugs were fun. "So, what've we got here today? Looks like Malibu Barbie is back, trying to engage with Godzilla, for some reason that's beyond me. Who else are we dealing with?" she inquired playfully as she gazed around the bar. She didn't know if Isaac was in one of his downer moods, when he was coming off of a drug or not, but she tried engaging with him anyway.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Mitchell Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Somewhere in between her first and second drink, Brooklyn noticed the trio sitting in a booth across the room. She had only tilted her head to the side to look at them briefly, before turning back to the bar, but once she realized that they were up here, it seemed impossible for her to release any of the tension that she felt wracking her bones. "They" consisted of Lateefah, Holly and Colton, but mainly just the first two. Actually, if Brooklyn wanted to be extra petty, she would just say that it only consisted of Lateefah. Sure, Holly was the stem of her issues with Lateefah, but she could deal with Holly. She wanted to deal with Holly, at least. She'd sacrifice the money to buy a roll of duct tape to wrap around the girl's mouth, and a leash to keep her unable to rifle through Brooklyn's things, and then she wouldn't have any problems with Holly. With Lateefah... well, that was an entirely different story. Brooklyn despised her. Secretly, and she wouldn't even admit it to herself, she respected the girl for being an older sister to Holly, but without thinking of that, Brooklyn couldn't stand her. She thought that she could stand up to Brooklyn, as if she were some hero that was rushing in to save the day, when all she really was, was some loser who was probably faking that she had a college degree, and yet, still managed to think that she was superior to her. Even thinking about it, had Brooklyn internally reciting, 'Really, bitch?', as if she were getting ready to engage in one of their frequent verbal (with threats to go physical) arguments.

She did her best to pretend that the bitch and her annoying sister weren't there, and it took a lot, but soon she was able to focus on just the immediate space in front of her. She kept her eyes on her glass and methodically sipped from it every so often. Before long, she was mentally in her own world, oblivious to the sports game on the television across the room, the loud conversation Finn was having, or the music that was playing on top of all of this. She didn't notice Oliver, or Isaac, or Kiara, or even Cara, until the blonde was literally right next to her and speaking. She left Cara speak without saying a word herself, not because she was shocked at seeing her, but because she was still trying to remain in her own zone. She didn't want to get into a bad mood today, especially when she was still feeling so physically drained from the hangover. However, when Cara stopped speaking, ending it with a request to move back in, Brooklyn couldn't resist smirking. "What? Did they kick you out of the J. Crew catalog that you were living in, or something?" she questioned as her eyes roved over the girl. She looked pretty, and Brooklyn was sure that the outfit was probably worth the amount of money that most of the kids in the basement made in a month. Cara wasn't showy on purpose, but it just happened with her. She was a lot better now (or when she left in July) than she had been when Brooklyn first met her, but it seemed like it would be impossible to fully shake the spoiled rich girl from Cara. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, especially not to Brooklyn, who lusted over lives like Cara. That was probably the only reason why Brooklyn had accepted her, at first. Because she wanted to be her.

"There's room for you, yeah. I've been looking for a reason to get rid of Lateefah anyway," Brooklyn added, instinctively nodding her head back towards the table she had last seen Tee at. "I can't tell you that all of your stuff is still down there, though. You know how they are... like vultures. Your shit was pawned within a week of you leaving," she continued, still smirking. She wasn't joking though. She doubt it mattered to Cara, since money clearly was not an option to her, even when she apparently had no where else to reside, but she found it funny. And admittedly, Brooklyn had taken a few things for herself. It wasn't like she wouldn't have done that when Cara was around anyway, though. "Did Daddy tell you you were only allowed to have five mansions, and not six, and that's why you're here?" she asked after a moment. A fight with her father seemed like the only reasonable scenario for Cara returning. When Brooklyn had last spoken to her a week ago, there hadn't been any mention of wanting to move back in, but Brooklyn was aware that that was the only reason why Cara was out here. She didn't get along with her father and stepmother, and at least from what Cara said, they "hated her" enough to kick her out onto the streets. Brooklyn doubted that was completely true, but as her drinks started to hit her and make her feel more of a human than a zombie, she was curious.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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ImageIsaac was always jumpy coming down...loud noises scared him, turning corners was a big ordeal, on and on, so the arms that went around him made him tense, even though he relaxed the moment he heard Kiara's voice. She was the only one he really wanted to be around in this mood, so he dropped one of his hands to cover her wrist, give it a little squeeze before she moved to sit next to him.

"I don't feel alive," he muttered, running a hand through his hair before dropping down onto a bar stool, taking a sip of his newly purchased spiked soda. The liquor settled heavily in his stomach, but the hotdogs he had earlier were helping, and the whiskey would only help his nerves, so things were looking up.

Kiara Moore was probably the closest thing Isaac would consider to a best friend. He truly did like her, and his heart ached for her on days like this. She still looked beautiful, still looked strong, but she smelled faintly of vodka and her expression was...tired. She'd had a bad night, Isaac could tell. And unlike him, she looked like she actually remembered it. Which just made things worse.

He didn't mention anything though, never did. If Kiara wanted to talk about her work, Isaac let her come to him, otherwise he didn't mention it. They did other things together. Fun things, for the most part. He snorted at his friends' nickname for Brooklynn, but leaned back in his seat enough to glance over at the table the girl in question was at. He'd noticed her earlier, but he hadn't seen Cara.

"Huh," he muttered thoughtfully. "She is back." Isaac didn't have anything against Cara by any means. She was a tolerable person, usually kind. He just didn't...get her. He understood her situation...or, at least, what he knew of it. Parents were assholes sometimes. His certainly hadn't been a walk in the park, and he doubted any amount of money in the world would have changed it, but...Cara was in some kind of weird place. Isaac envied her because she had a safety net. If things got too bad, she could turn around and go home. The rest of them...they didn't have that. And it sucked.

He tilts his head a little as he studies her. Her blonde haired, blue eyed, modeled height self and decides...maybe he doesn't like her after all. On principle. Or jealousy. For multiple reasons. Whatever. He was probably just cranky. "Hope she's not trying to get Brooke to let her stay..." She probably was, why else would she be here?

"Oli's over there, probably doing something weird," Isaac pointed out around another drink. "And Holly's there, with Colton I think?" He could only make the kid out because of her bright red hair, but the back of Colton's head was a little more questionable. "Which probably means Tee's around here somewhere, but I haven't seen her."

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Holly and Lateefah's food did look really good, and it wasn't like Tee would notice if he took a bite before she got back, but Holly would. He had probably already crossed over into antagonizing territory by teasing her about how much Tee loved him, and he was sure the girl would get more riled up if he denied her order and had some of the food anyway. He finished off Lateefah's Sprite, watching as Holly looked at her food. "Chill, Red. I'm not here to eat your food, but it doesn't look like you are either. You know, you have to put it into your mouth in order for it to count as eating. Staring at it doesn't actually count," he advised. He didn't really care about whether Holly ate or not, but if she did take a few bites and in what wouldn't be a surprising move, claim that she didn't want anymore, he figured he could try to convince Tee to let him have it. As he looked back at Lateefah's plate, he considered taking some of hers once again. He wasn't starving but he was hungry, and it did look good.

Still contemplating, he shifted slightly in his chair, so that he no longer had his back completely towards the rest of the pub. As he did so, he noticed that a few more of the others from downstairs had begun to congregate around the bar. There were Kiara and Isaac on one side, which wasn't very surprising. He hadn't seen Isaac in a couple of days, but that wasn't infrequent for him, or anyone, really. They all did their own things, and since a lot of their lines of work required "night shifts", it was typical that even if they were in the basement at the same time, one was asleep and wouldn't know it. A few of Finn's customers sat beside the pair, and Colton skimmed over them quickly, before his eyes fell upon a familiar pair, who brought an automatic smirk to his face. It was Brooklyn and Cara. The former, he smirked at, just because she was so easy to bother. Brooklyn was hot, in that "bitch who hates the world and will punch you in the face if you touch her" kind of way. Colton liked to insist that there was sexual tension between them, mostly on her part, but it was likely just plain, old tension. He wasn't looking to sleep with her, anyway. Firstly, Tee was fulfilling those needs for him, and secondly, he didn't doubt that Nick would kill him if he even tried it. Cara was more of the reason for his smirk. What was Blondie doing back here? Hadn't she found her Prince Charming/Ken Doll to run off into the sunset with? He'd have fun inquiring about that later on, but for now, Cara being back brought another thing to the table. Now, he hoped, Tee would be able to get out more with him. Cara was a lot of things, but she was most useful as a free babysitter for Holly. Maybe now, he didn't have to wait until the always-hyped up girl fell asleep to get some alone time with Lateefah.

"I'm going to go see where your sister is," he said to Holly, as he turned back to look at her. "You've got to stay here and guard the food, though. You see all of those people by the bar? They're all hungry as hell, and, oh, damn, Isaac's over there too. He told me the other day that mac and cheese was his favorite food, so you definitely can't leave this table, or he'll take it before you even notice. Alright? Wait here, guard the food, and I'll be back in a minute with your sister." The comment about Isaac was, of course, a completely made up situation, but he felt like Holly was the type of person who needed that extra insistence that she needed to stay at the table. Especially with Cara randomly back, and only a few yards away, he was sure it would be hard to get her constantly-fleeting attention to focus on staying at the table. If anything, though, she had seemed insistent on him not eating her and Tee's food, so he surmised that maybe she would care enough to want it to protect it from Isaac, the newfound mac and cheese bandit. He didn't give Holly much time to respond, knowing that no matter what she said, if she wanted to get up, she was going to do it anyway. Instead, he headed towards the back of the pub and waited outside of the women's restroom, deciding to catch Tee before she got back to the populated bar. He could spring the good news on her, and maybe she'd be up for some alone time before clocking in. He eyed a storage closet across the small hall, and thought that no one would notice if they slipped in there for a few minutes...

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Kiara brushed over Isaac's comment about not feeling alive, not because she didn't hear it or didn't emphasize for him, but because she didn't think she could give him any advice. He was clearly coming down from a high, and she knew how he was feeling, but at least from her experience, there was no way to combat that feeling. Nothing she could say would help, so she tried to keep the conversation moving without focusing on the bad. "Oh, come on, Cara's not that bad," she returned, when Isaac commented on how he hoped she wasn't trying to get Brooklyn to let her come back. Granted, Kiara had only been in the basement for four months, and only one of those included Cara living there too. However, she had never had a problem with the girl. She didn't know her story very well, and maybe it was stereotypical, but Kiara didn't think it took a detective to look at Cara, and know that she didn't grow up in the hood. She knew that poverty wasn't the only thing that constituted a bad life, but at the same time, she thought that she could have dealt with the neglect she faced at home, had her home been a mansion in the Hamptons. Whatever problems that Cara had had to have been laughable compared to what everyone else was facing. Her living with them was disrespectful in a way, because one could assume that she thought whatever minuscule problem she had was equal to theirs, but at the same time, she wasn't obnoxious.

"Besides, I didn't get a chance to ask her if she had a brother before she went MIA. You know I'm gonna be all over that and, hell, I'd take a sister too. Marrying is the easiest way to get into that life. It's a fact," she declared. For a girl like her, it seemed like it would be the easiest, maybe even the only way to get out of the circle of poverty. She didn't have a high school diploma or her GED, so she couldn't go to college. She didn't have the money to get her GED either. A high school diploma wasn't necessary for a lot of entry level positions, but it was for most of the reputable ones. If she wanted to, Kiara could've gotten a job at a fast food restaurant or something, but when it came down to it, she also didn't want to commit to a real work schedule yet. Nothing could be worse than how she made money now, and after every night of working, she vowed to look for a real job, but it never happened. She wouldn't be able to pass a drug test, and she wouldn't be able to wake up regularly to meet her shift requirements. She had an endless amount of excuses on hand, but Kiara really was going to try to look for a job, especially with the seasonal rush approaching, where it would be easier to get a retail job.

"Hopefully Tee is around." Kiara commented, agreeing that it was likely that the girl was around. She glanced back at the table Holly was at, watching as Cara left Brooklyn and approached it too. "Maybe today Tee will be the one to knock Brooklyn out like one of us has been needing to do," she commented snidely, but while offering Isaac a playful smile. She meant it, but luckily, Brooklyn hadn't pissed her off today to where she was actually feeling aggressive. "So everyone besides Nick and Roman are here, and I guess that leaves me wondering what you're up to. Besides drinking..." she started, taking his glass and sipping it, "Coke and whiskey, of course," she added, returning the glass and meeting his gaze.

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ImageIsaac knew Kiara was right, rationally. He had absolutely no reason to dislike Cara...in fact, the handful of times that they'd spoken in the past, he hadn't minded her company at all. It was petty, and almost a little cruel, why he didn't. And, in all honesty, he didn't have a reason to not want anyone in that basement, either. They all came from different paths of life, no one deserved to be tuned away just "because". He sighed a little, put upon, his way of agreeing without having to actually admit he was being a brat.

Kiara's next comment made him laugh a little, run a hand through his hair as he looked over at Cara once more. She'd drifted off to talk to Holly now, which was no surprise. He had to admit, the girl was pretty, anyone in her gene pool would likely be attractive. Not to mention, Kiara was right about how to get into that lifestile. "Gay marriage is legal now," he agreed, "Wonder if I could get in on some of that action..."

It was a complete joke, of course. Isaac definitely wasn't marriage material. For one thing, the only commitment he could make - and keep - was to whatever drugs he could get his hands on. He for sure wasn't a romantic, and he had a horrible, masochistic need to spend all his 'crush worthy' energy on straight boys he couldn't get in a million years. It was a horrible cycle he'd been caught in ever since he'd lost his virginity. Romance lasted for a night, and nine times out of ten it was fueled by ecstasy, and half the time he wouldn't even remember it in the morning. Which reminded him that he probably needed to go get tested again...who knew who he did while he was gone.

His mood was starting to dip even lower before Kiara made her comment regarding Tee and Brooklyn, and he almost choked on his soda, which burned a little, before shaking his head at her. "Watch yourself, she can probably hear you..." Isaac was undoubtedly scared of Brooklyn. She was mean, and he was not good at handling harsh words. Last month he'd even taken to hiding behind Kiara when Brooklyn went off on someone, just to stay out of her eyesight.

He let go of his drink easily when Kiara took it, smiling when she 'guessed' his drink, because of course he was predictable. She gave it back, and he easily finished it off before running a hand over his face. "I just got in, actually. So I'm not doing anything other than feeling like death and regretting my life choices." Not that anything would change, either. He had pills downstairs, he'd wash that feeling away in half an hour or so, depending on what he decided to do with the rest of his afternoon.

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Kiara laughed when Isaac expressed interest in her plan too. "Shit, we don't even need to see if she's got a brother. I remember her talking shit about her stepmom, so I'll go to the source and make a move on her dad. You know I'm gonna hook you up once I find me a good sugar daddy like that," she reassured him playfully. She was joking around, but not because it didn't sound like a wonderful. Just because she knew she'd never get that lucky. The idea of marrying, or hell, even just consistently sleeping with, some old guy wasn't probably a fantasy for most twenty-two-year-olds, and it wasn't exactly Kiara's dream, but it was definitely the best option she had at this point. She didn't have to marry the guy. Continuing to work as a prostitute, just for that specific guy, would be fine too. It would allow her the security of knowing that she wasn't sleeping with a bunch of different people who could assault or infect her, and in her world, older usually meant better pay. Cara's dad would've been the perfect candidate for her. It was nothing more than something Kiara could joke about, because it wasn't like she'd ever meet the man. For now, if she wanted a quick fix to her money problems, she was going to need to try to get on Barbie's good side, or work again tonight. The thought of the latter made her stomach turn, but chugging the final gulp of vodka from her water bottle made it subside within seconds.

Isaac's reaction to her speaking of Brooklyn had her rolling her eyes, and punching him in the arm. She understood why he was scared of her, because Brooklyn was daunting. Kiara was feisty, but Brooklyn was fierce and arguably heartless. Maybe it was her strong jawline or something, but she looked like the time of girl who'd cut your throat open and then move along with her day as if nothing happened. It was something that Kiara recognized too, but she wasn't scared of Brooklyn anymore. She had dealt with too many bitches in her day to be scared of any of them, and the fact that Kiara was high on something or heavily intoxicated a lot definitely made her fearless act a little easier. "I hope that bitch hears me. Let her come and try me with her shit today and she's gonna see how we handle hoes like her where I come from." Brooklyn was the only person in the basement that Kiara had real problems with, and surprisingly, she found Nick, the devil's boyfriend, to be one of the nicest people down there. Thinking of him made Kiara's wallet feel even lighter, since she knew before the night was own, she was going to be buying weed from him. Over everything she took, including alcohol, marijuana was her drug of choice. It was a staple for her, something that she valued just as much as food and water, and at this point, she didn't even consider it to be a drug. It wasn't like there were any harmful side effects and it definitely didn't leave her feeling dead like alcohol would, the next morning.

"Hey, well, at least know that I'm in that boat with you," Kiara added when Isaac explained his day's plan, which included regretting life choices. Boy, did she mean that in more than just a short-term perspective. "But since neither of us have real plans, I say we seriously make a move and become Barbie's besties now that she's apparently back. You can bet your ass I'm not letting soak up all them benefits this time. Hell no! I was still the new bitch on the block before Cara left, and of course you were no help in giving me the heads up that she's our cash cow, but I'm not wasting this opportunity this time. Hell no! Come on, finish your drink, and then we're going to tell her how much we missed her!" Kiara had turned energetic and was going to be unrelenting, but really, she didn't think they had anything better to do. Even if she was somewhat joking about taking her friendship with Cara that seriously, she did figure that they could at least milk a free dinner out of it if they hung out with her.

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Image"Yeah, you better hook me up," Isaac joked as he took another drink of his soda, setting the empty glass aside. It was hard joking about Kiara's job sometimes, because he knew how much she hated it. Having a sugar daddy in her position probably wouldn't be the worst of plans, but it wasn't exactly funny. Then again, when life sucked as badly as it did for them, laughing about it was sometimes the only thing they could do.

"Please don't go to jail for killing some homeless bitch," Isaac muttered, and then maybe set up a little straighter to figure out where the hell Brooklyn was and hope to god she didn't hear him. She didn't, she wasn't around, she must have gone back down to the basement or something. "Orange really isn't your color, and I'm not sure they'd let me visit you." It was a joke, of course, he doubted things would ever get that violent between the girls, but he still wanted his feelings on the subject noted.

His nose wrinkled up as Kiara's sights sat on Cara once more, and he shook his head even as he downed his spiked drink because he knew there was no way he was going to deny her. "I am way too sober to go over there," he complied. But Holly was there, Tee too, and he liked them well enough to deal.

"If all else fails, the hotdogs down the road are cheap and decent," Isaac muttered as he stood up, stretching out and then dropping an arm over Kiara's shoulder before they headed to the booth the three other girls were gathered around. "Hey Tee," he greeted with a nod, then let Kiara go to tug at the end of Holly's ponytail. "Hey Kiddo. What's up?" It took him a moment before his eyes finally dragged up to Cara, but his smile was genuine. He really didn't have a reason not to like her, so he could be nice. "Cara. Fancy seeing you around."

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"I've had enough hot dogs in my mouth to last me a lifetime," Kiara muttered, a sly smirk finding its way to her face. It wasn't something that was normally a light topic, even for her, but sometimes she couldn't help it. If she didn't make a joke out of it, she'd probably kill herself over the pure horror of what she was actually doing. Plus, she really wasn't in the mood for hot dogs. Straight vodka wasn't going to sit well in her empty stomach on its own, and a cheap hot dog from a food cart would likely only speed up the process of her getting sick. It wasn't like she had many other options though. Her other plan would be fast food, and McDonald's wasn't made any better. She honestly wasn't banking on Cara taking them to dinner, but it was worth a try. Besides, even if she didn't get dinner now, being friends with the blonde had no down sides for the future. Kiara had seen how Cara treated Holly, and while she wasn't as undeniably cute as the redhead, she thought she could work her magic on Cara and at least get some pity points.

She followed Isaac towards the table that the three girls sat at. She slipped her water bottle, with was now empty, into the large middle pocket of her sweatshirt and put her hood down now. "Heeeeey ladies," Kiara sang, following Isaac's greetings. She squeezed herself into Holly's side of the booth, taking note of the plates of food in front of the sisters. Cara was sitting in the chair at the end of the table that she had seen Colton in earlier, and to no surprise (and Kiara's pleasure), there was no food in front of her. "I won't lie, Isaac was a little offended that none of you said hi to him," Kiara admitted, though it wasn't true. Isaac definitely didn't seem in a social butterfly mood today. She assumed that he probably would have preferred to have went downstairs and crashed in peace, but she wasn't going to allow him to do that just yet. "He'll get over it though. We both will, but hey, we might as well hang out with you guys now that we're here. What are you three up to? Pregaming for some big dinner plans?"

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Cara didn't seem to be so sure that Brooklyn would be nice to Lateefah, and even Holly knew that to some extent as well. Even if she liked to believe that Brookyln and Lateefah were both good people, and could both be nice to each other if they just tried, she knew that it likely wouldn't happen. It didn't stop her from wanting it to happen, or still wanting Lateefah to come along with them, but after Cara questioned Tee about her relationship with Brooklyn, she had moved on to address Holly. Though Holly had a fair amount to say on the topic of her sister and Brooklyn's friendship, or lack thereof, her thoughts shifted to Cara's words. "They sell vests at Forever 21!" Holly interjected quickly. Really, she had no need for a vest and if Cara hadn't been wearing one at the moment, she probably never would have asked for one, but it was on her mind now. "Tee knows all about clothes and they sell vests there, right?" She was pushing the topic for no good reason, but it was typical of Holly to have a flighty attention span, and yet manage to get hung up on certain things for a few minutes. Like why Tee loved mac and cheese, (with love being a complete exaggeration that Holly had somehow come to believe), or yesterday, how she had insisted her sister fix her purple nail polish multiple times throughout the day because she wanted to be perfect. Today, maybe it was going to be the vests. Or so it seemed that way until Kiara and Isaac approached them.

She was greeted by a playful tug at her ponytail by Isaac, and then by Kiara pushing her further into the small booth to make room for herself. Both had Holly frowning, though it wasn't a very sincere one. It was just a lot for her to process at once, when still accounting for the music, general bar chatter, television sounds, and all of the sights in the bar as well. "Cara was visiting her grandma in Florida!" she informed the two new people as she reached towards Kiara to slide her soda back in front of her. "That's where I'm from, and me and Tee went there one time too, but not to see Cara's grandma," she explained quickly, before sipping her soda. She looked at Isaac and Kiara but didn't notice anything particularly off about the two. Maybe it was because both of them were frequently drunk, high, or coming off of a high, or maybe it was because the bar smelled of alcohol already, so it was hard for her to completely pin the smell of vodka on Kiara. Either way, she didn't comment on their appearances, and tried to focus on the conversation. All it took was Kiara to say that she wanted to hang out with them for Holly to be on her feet, and stepping over Kiara to get out of the booth. "We're getting ready to go shopping!" she corrected Kiara as she moved. "I'll tell Brooklyn we're ready to go!" She was already scurrying away from the booth as she finished speaking, and moved quickly enough that she made it downstairs without being stopped.

"Oh, Broooooooklyn!" Holly sang as she reached the last step. She picked out Colton in his area but didn't even scowl in his direction, as she was too preoccupied with bounding towards the walled off area that Nick and Brooklyn slept in. "Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!" she continued on her way, before stopping abruptly in the open door space when she found the brunette on her bed. "Hi," she grinned, once the girl acknowledged her. "Me and Kiara and Cara and Isaac and maybe Tee are ready to go shopping and we want you to come," she stated, and by the time that one sentence was finished, she was hovering over Brooklyn's bed, reaching to touch the girl's hair automatically.


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"She's going to run you ragged and I don't feel bad about it."

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Lateefah only raised an eyebrow when Holly pushed her plate in Tee's direction, eyeing her sister intensely before relieving her of the examination. Holly's appetite was increasingly becoming a detail of contention in Lateefah's mind and all she knew was that the girl would either be really hungry later, or just not be bothered with food because of her excitement until tomorrow morning. Either way spelled a headache-in-the-making for Lateefah and that was the last thing she wanted. Migraines did not need to become a part of her regularly scheduled programming, thank you very much.

She did, react, however, when Holly suggested that she liked Nick which was a harmless thought, but as with a lot of things Holly said, they came out...not the way they were supposed to, lending to a very dry, I-might-choke-over-this-foolishness kind of laugh that escaped Lateefah's throat. She shot an alarmed look at Holly but focused on Cara to distract herself from her sister's need to consistently switch topics. "The day that happens is the day I'm checking in the loony bin," she said in reference to being asked about her relationship with Brooklyn. It wasn't particularly hostile every day, thank God, but...Brooklyn pushed her. Pushed limits Lateefah hadn't even been sure she had up until those points where Nick would almost find himself girlfriend-less...well, at least unless he sported boners for dragging around dead carcasses. Some people liked that kind of thing, right?

Luckily for her, and minutely she became grateful (despite the "bitterness" she was supposed to be sporting towards Cara for leaving) that Cara seemed to still have some kind of grasp on handling Holly. At least, in the way that Holly didn't seem too overbearing for her. "Yes, Holly, they do sell vests," she answered obligingly, though she knew Holly didn't really need her for that. It wouldn't have mattered if Lateefah had said no; the idea was in Holly's mind and yeah, she was going to flit to another topic in exactly 2.5 seconds, but the thought would still be there. To some degree.

In pursuit of fishing out some money for Cara to take with her for Holly, Kiara and Isaac had arrived and Lateefah gave them both a small smile while explaining, "They are going shopping. Some of us have work in the next few minutes." While looking through her wallet for a fifty dollar bill, Holly shot up out of the booth past Kiara, singing Brooklyn's name like it was the catchiest tune on all of the radio stations. Furthering the growth of Lateefah's headache, causing the dark-skinned woman to cradle her head in hand for a second. Groaning, she looked at the trio she was left with. "Word of advice, people. Don't have kids. They don't eat their food when you tell them to, but always want sweets. And they'll drive you crazy before you turn thirty." Lateefah didn't necessarily mean it, but the headache was speaking for her more than her love for her sister. With another heavy exhale, Lateefah handed the bill over to Cara, leveling her with a stare. "Don't let her drive you too crazy. Remind her that she'll get no ice cream for a month and you should be good."

Still with some time to spare before her shift began, Lateefah went back to eating some of her pasta, though it was a bit colder than the piping hot serving she had been served minutes ago. Not wanting to seem rude, she gestured to Holly's plate, "Don't know how you guys feel about germs, but all she did was nip at that for five seconds and declared herself full. All I know is that I'm not eating it."

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Cara had never been really close with Isaac, and Kiara had been the new girl before she left, so she didn't know her that well either. What she did know had allowed her to like Kiara, though. She had a light, free way about her, despite being in such a dreadful situation. So, she offered the two a plain smile when they approached, but didn't respond with more than that at first. She could see it in Kiara's appearance that she was intoxicated, but from what Cara knew, that wasn't anything peculiar with the girl. Isaac... she was more wary about him. It related to her background, likely, but just knowing that he did "real" drugs, the hard ones, made her think poorly of him. It wasn't to an extent where she would ever be rude to him, and for the most part, she really pitied him, but if they passed on the street two years ago, she probably would have muttered to a friend about him looking like white trash.

She watched curiously as Kiara nudged Holly farther into the booth to make room for herself, before inquiring about what their plans were. Though she smiled, she didn't respond. It wasn't necessary because Holly was quick to explain that they were going shopping, and before those excited words were even out of her mouth, she was climbing over Kiara to go find Brooklyn... which gave Cara a perfect excuse to get away from Lateefah, now that she spotted her rummaging through her purse. She knew that meant that Lateefah was going to give her money, and though Cara was already pushing back in her chair, she relaxed for a moment when she joked about not having kids. It really did seem like Tee was Holly's mother. She was the person who was responsible for her, and who dealt with all of the craziness, and just the way that Holly interacted with her too, reflected how much she trusted Tee. Though Holly seemed to love and trust everyone, it was different with Lateefah. Cara didn't remember what it was like to have a mother of her own, but she felt like what Holly and Tee had was like a daughter-mother relationship. "I'll see if she'll eat later," she assured her, standing up now.

She couldn't actually leave the table though, because Lateefah's hand was out of her purse now. It was always an event that Cara was uncomfortable with, and when she saw the girl pull out a fifty dollar bill, she felt even more uneasy. She couldn't accept that money! Not to buy Holly something that she likely had no need for. Normally, she would have just accepted it for the time being, and then slipped it back into Tee's bag later that night when she saw her. In this amount, right before Tee departed to spend her night working this same, deadend job, Cara just couldn't do it though. Not when she was still feeling guilty about how this wasn't really her life, and how it was for everyone else. Cara considered that she was probably overthinking it. Tee would've just given her ten dollars and told Holly to hold off if they were struggling that badly, but obviously, they weren't in Cara's position. Not anywhere close. "Just give it to me later. I hate having cash on me," she insisted, pushing the cash back towards Lateefah. "Besides, I really don't even think we'll end up going somewhere to buy a vest, and you know she never gets like that with me. We'll have fun, and if she really needs anything, it'll be my treat. Okay? I missed her, treating her to a silly little vest is the least I can do."

Thankfully, Holly leaving gave Cara a reason to leave too. "I'm going to go grab her and then we'll probably head out through the basement. I'll let you finish that in peace," she said, first looking towards Isaac and Kiara who seemed interested in joining them, before winking at Tee who was back to eating. She didn't want Lateefah to shove the money back into her hands, or for Brooklyn to murder Holly, so she left Tee with a playful smirk and headed down to the basement. It was... strange to be back down there. Really strange, actually. Nearly everything looked the same as when she left, but she noticed that her area of the basement was now occupied by someone else's things. Brooklyn had preempted her for that, but a part of her considered that this wasn't meant to be. She wasn't supposed to be here anymore! And yet she was. And there was Holly's energetic voice forcing her to stop overthinking things, and hurry into Brooke and Nick's area without even acknowledging Colton. "It's okay, Holly. We can catch up with Brooklyn later. She looks really tired," she said, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder in hopes of being able to guide her away from Brooklyn just so they could leave. She was one of the people who actually found Holly and Brooklyn's interactions to be amusing. At least, the part before Brooklyn threatened Lateefah and Holly, and then Lateefah made it clear that she wasn't backing down, was amusing.

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ImageIsaac cut his friend a sharp look for throwing his 'feelings' into conversation. Somehow he always became the scapegoat of conversation starters, and he wasn't really sure why. Kiara got away with it, simply because she was too pretty to argue with. Besides, his glare didn't last long, because of course she was already mentioning food.

Holly was talking a mile a minute, and Isaac gave her a fond smile as he kept up with her train of thought. He was usually better at it, when he was high, but he still liked her enough to pay attention. She did, however, crush all of Kiara's dreams when mentioning a shopping trip. Not that Isaac doubted that activity wouldn't end with food, but it also wasn't a quick fix.

The redhead was off in a bundle of excitement that actually kind of made his head hurt, and Isaac remembered then just how hungover he was. The whiskey had helped take the edge off, but he was still coming down, and still felt like shit. He chuckled softly at Tee's words of wisdom on children, shook his head a little. "Thank God I'm gay and never have to worry about it." If he were straight, Isaac had no doubt he'd be abstinent. Children were scary as hell.

He sat back a little awkwardly as Tee and Cara talked money, and had to admit he did have at least a little bit of respect for the latter. At least she wasn't taking cash off someone who worked her ass off for it, even if it was for her little sister. That was somewhat admirable. She was gone next, after Holly evidently.

Isaac waited until she was out of earshot before looking at Kiara. "I love you," he started. "But I am way too sober to go shopping." He normally loved shopping, because he was gay with a capital G, but he couldn't handle it with the way he felt. Too many people, too much moving, even the bar was a little on the questionable side. As long as he sat still, his stomach didn't roll. He fully intended to hit the basement, pop some pills, and sleep it off if he didn't feel better. Lord knew he could use the rest anyway.

He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Kiara's cheek before he swooped the plate of mac and cheese off the table. "I will, however, be taking this. Have a good shift, Tee." He waved over his shoulder on his way down to the basement, happily digging into the mac and cheese. The more carbs he could get in his stomach, the better.

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While the reason for her absence, that Cara had apparently given Holly, about being in Florida to visit her grandmother was better than stating the reality of where she had really been, it wasn't that much better in Kiara's eyes. She was a girl who had lived in low-income housing her entire life, with a single mother, a frequently-changing baby daddy, and a bunch of siblings. They were lucky if their food stamp money lasted them halfway through the month, and it was a huge occasion if any of them ever got something, be it clothes or a toy, that was actually new, and not some hand-me-down from a neighbor or sibling. Needless to say, vacations weren't a possibility in their household, and aside from moving from Philadelphia to New York when she was five, Kiara had never traveled outside of the state. So, the idea of Cara being able to pick herself up and, presumably, fly to Florida, on the spur of the moment, no matter what emergency situation her grandmother posed, just spoke of the "severity" or lack thereof, of her financial situation. Though it was something that could have rubbed her the wrong way, Kiara had no reason to take it personally, especially when she planned on Cara's wealth benefiting her. The dinner plans apparently weren't going to go her way, as Holly climbed over her to leave the table with her plate of food nearly untouched, signaling that she wasn't hungry, but Kiara wouldn't give up there. Holly was malleable. All she needed to do was whisper something in the girl's ear about the dessert that some restaurant down the block served, and she was sure she could add a little something onto the bill that Cara was covering. Especially with the vodka in her system, she was sure she could get away with it. So sure, that she didn't even tell Isaac he better put that plate of mac and cheese down if he wanted to keep his hands, when he grabbed it. She would let him get away with stealing what could have been her meal for now, but only because Cara left the table after officially extending the invitation to her and Isaac. Isaac declined it and disappeared with the food,

"Lord, if that child grew up in my house, I don't know what the fuck my mother would've done with herself," Kiara said, smiling, but shaking her head as she glanced towards the back of the bar where Holly, Cara and Isaac had been before leaving her range of sight. She either would have had one of her boyfriends beat it to death, or tossed it to Kiara to take care of it she was old enough. There was no way that Kiara would have been able to do what Tee does for Holly, though. That maternal instinct wasn't in her blood. "But, damn, if I were you, I would have her ass lined up to go to school an hour before the doors even opened. You'd get like, six hours to yourself for free. Now that's she's back, though," she continued, referencing Cara, "it's almost better, because it's like a free babysitter and you can make a buck off of it. I don't know why the fuck you're tryna unload your money to Malibu Barbie. Girl, you've got the perfect chance to cling to that bitch and make her drag you up the social ladder with her!" Her tone suggested that she was joking, or being playful at the least, but she wasn't really. Kiara's job forced her to toss a lot of pride out of the window, so it was likely that difference in their personalities that made it hard for her to see why Lateefah wanted to be independent like this. Plus, Lateefah actually had potential and qualifications and real skills that could allow her to be something on her own, in the real world. They were things that Kiara lacked, so in her mind, if she didn't find someone wealthy to leach off of, she was going to be living this life until she killed herself or was killed, lately with the former seeming more likely, scarily enough.

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"I don't want to ever be a charity case."

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Location|| Finn's Irish Pub
iPod|| Pompeii by Bastille
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Cara was too quick for Lateefah to insist that she take the money and Lateefah wanted to call the blonde back and demand that she take it. She didn't want to be some charity case and Holly wasn't one either. At the same time, Cara had moved too fast, Tee didn't want to be bothered if she went down there to see Brooklyn with the girls, and...well, fuck it. If Cara said she had it, then she had it. Shrugging, Lateefah slid the bill back into her wallet and then that back into her pocket, cutting her attention between food and her friends. Whom she would have to be leaving soon if that clock ticking nearby said anything.

She wound up laughing over a demure bite of pasta at Isaac's comment about being gay and not having to worry about babies. Her laugh followed him when he scooped up Holly's abandoned plate, leaving herself and Kiara alone. It was still surprising, or at least it would be to the classmates that told themselves that they knew the Lateefah that could be as debonair as the best of them, that she and Kiara got along. Then again, a mutual disdain for one individual could bring two enemies together. More than that, she liked the brunette. Liked her energy and the teasing she usually dealt with amusing enough.

Lateefah smirked at Kiara's own comment about having to watch after Holly before replying, "Probably down more than just a bottle of tequila, I'll tell you that much," Lateefah took a sip of her water as she listened to Kiara and damn it, if the girl wasn't right! Despite what Holly wanted, she should be in school. But...school wasn't for Holly, or at least the ones the girl had already been to. She was never comfortable there and Lateefah understood that. A girl like Holly needed support on a level that the typical education system in America didn't give her, not all the time. Or, if it did, it usually cost more money than Lateefah could shoulder every month. It was a relief, having Cara back since the blonde was the main one who could entertain Holly long enough so that she wouldn't seem too much of a bother to everyone else, but still...She should be in school. It was a thought that kept Lateefah up several nights, but not one she could bring into fruition. Not unless she had all of her ducks lined up in a row.

"Not a charity case, Kiara," she stated firmly. It wasn't that Lateefah didn't understand the validity of Kiara's surprising sincerity. Yeah, the laughter in the girl's voice shined through, but so did her seriousness and Lateefah understood it. She could use Cara. This could benefit her better than living with the others. They could have an actual home and yet...Lateefah's pride was too great at the moment. She would feel weak if she simply asked for help like that, especially from a rich girl - who was her friend, never forget that - who wouldn't have given two fucks about her life if they hadn't met in the basement. Asking Cara for help would be no better than returning to her grandmother's front door and Lateefah had too much pride for that. But she wouldn't be telling Kiara or anyone that any time soon.

On the last leg of her meal, Lateefah glanced at the clock, returned her gaze to Kiara, and then scooped up another forkful of food. "You should order something if you're hungry, my treat. I'll take it back to the chef in a minute."

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After letting out an amused exhale when Nick said he'd ordered extra food, Roman slid him his portion of the check and got up, giving Nick a departing pat on the shoulder as he left. Unlike on the way, the cool air was refreshing this time around. The crisp of the season tickled beneath his nose, but was quickly interrupted with the coming of vehicular exhaust and fresh asphalt. New York was a place of many people, sights, and--sometimes unfortunately--smells. His stomach was still unsettled as he walked back to Finn's, but inevitably he'd approached a pretzel stand, and inevitably he'd wanted one. It was one of his staples, and at this point he was sure 90% of him consisted of salt and dough. Had he not wasted money back at the restaurant, he would have indulged himself, but he wasn't entirely sure when he'd be working next, and he didn't want to use up all of his money so soon. If he was lucky, he might be able to get something small at Finn's. Like fries or something. Food was probably the best thing for him right now, as his stomach was holding nothing but the painkillers he'd taken not too long ago which were the reason for his nausea and slight vertigo. The sensation wasn't too overwhelming, as this had happened before, namely because he didn't like eating straight after waking. For once, he did wake up hungry, but had waited too long to put something in his body before the pills took effect.

When he was last in the basement, no one was really there, which was somewhat unusual. He was hoping it would be the same when he got there, but held onto his doubt the same way he held down the bile rising up his throat. When the ground took a sudden spin beneath his feet, he decided to sit down. Finn's was just a block or so away by this point, but he was convinced that if he kept going he'd vomit or succumb to the vertigo. For ten minutes, he sat and just breathed, catching bits and pieces of people's conversation as they passed. Roman reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette, wondering why he hadn't done so before. Immediately he could feel his body reacting, rewarding him for the damage he was ultimately doing to it. He picked up the habit when he was about seventeen. Or was he sixteen? It didn't matter really. He was starting to feel a bit more like himself, and as he looked in the direction of the bar, he figured he could make it, but decided to continue sitting because it was a nice day, and really he was just feeling lazy. The basement could get cramped very quickly, and although it was a place to sleep, he wouldn't really call it home; too little space for too many people with too many problems. It was why he went out when he could, just for the sake of being out really. There were obviously more people around him when he was out in the city, but the cluttered streets were a norm by this point, so they could easily be ignored, and it still felt more spacious out here--more anonymous.

As he was finishing his cigarette, a woman came and sat next to him on the bench. Although he was the only other person on it, she chose to sit closer to the middle, which was by default too close to him. He didn't refrain himself from cutting her a look, wondering why she couldn't scoot over. While he was being dramatic, and arguably just moody, he didn't think so. He liked his space and didn't understand why the woman was sitting that damn close when there was room on the side of the bench. This and the fact that he was done with his cigarette was enough to get him onto his feet and moving back towards the bar. Besides the little situation back there, the trip to Finn's was relatively solitary, and therefore relatively pleasant. The next couple of minutes to the pub passed peacefully and unbothered until he entered the slightly stuffy atmosphere of Finn's. It was no busier or emptier than it usually was, he noticed as he walked towards farthest end of the bar, a couple of seats from an older man with a scraggly beard and deep, protruding eye bags. He locked eyes with Finn and nodded him over. As he waited, he saw Kiara and Tee sitting in a both on the other side of the room. He sighed inwardly as he knew that wherever Tee was, Holly couldn't be too far, but as he glanced around, he didn't see--or more importantly--hear her. It was strange, but he didn't focus on it for too long, mostly because he didn't care, and and also because Finn had come to him. "What?"

"Can you spot me a sprite?" Roman said. Finn grumbled under his breath some before leaving and returning with a sprite. "Thanks," he said, beginning to wonder if he should've just leeched a drink off Finn instead of soda, although the former probably wasn't the greatest of choices. This made him think of Brooke, who was honestly just an alcoholic in denial, but was the reason why he half expected to see her at the bar. If she wasn't downstairs or out and about, it wasn't out of the ordinary to see her up here having a drink, although she had a steady supply for herself. This made him get off the stool after deciding to try his luck finding her. He wanted a drink because his unsettled state was putting him in a sort of mood. He'd take it with some pills to amp the effect, that was if Brooke wasn't in a stingy mood, or if she was even here. He had half the mind to ask Kiara or Tee if they knew, but he continued towards the back without doing so. As he opened the door to the basement, he was greeted with the sound of Holly's hyper, enthusiastic voice. He mentally prepared himself--which involved him trying to tune her out while he could and even considering going back upstairs--as he sipped on his sprite some more and went down the steps. First he noticed Isaac in his respective part of the basement, and Colton sleeping in his own. As Killens passed, he gave Isaac a quick nod of acknowledgement. If he'd been trying to pay attention, he would have noticed on the way down that the other voice besides Holly's belonged to Cara, but it had escaped him. "Hey, Brooke," he said as he turned the corner of the wall that separated Nick and Brook's space from the rest of the basement. He saw Holly leaning over Brooke on her bed, not unsurprisingly, but he also saw Cara trying to pull her away. What the bloody hell? Had he not spoken, he would've quietly turned around and left, but it was a bit too late for that. Instead, he recovered quickly and hovered against the wall, waiting for whatever was happening in front of him to be be finished so he could talk to Brooke, whom he was giving a look that could only be translated into "What the fuck is going on?"

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Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore

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Kiara laughed at Lateefah's response involving downing tequila. She was surprised that out of all of the girls in the basement (besides Holly, who was high enough on life, and Cara, who she had stopped counting as being a part of the basement), Lateefah was the one who was the least involved in drugs and alcohol. She surely had a good excuse to be ready to get wasted by the end of the day, especially considering that a lot of them were ready to consume a few shots of tequila after trying to keep up with Holly for just an hour or so.

"Not a charity case!" Kiara mimicked Tee teasingly when she offered to treat her to something from the restaurant. Kiara honestly was okay with being a charity case, though. She didn't feel bad about taking handouts, and if the crowds that went to soup kitchens and all of the charity events didn't weird her out, and if there weren't so many hoops to jump through, she probably would go. She was just sick of hearing about religion and being forced to sit through services just for a bowl of questionable-tasting stew. She made enough money where she wasn't starving herself to a point where bones were protruding through her skin, and unless she got to that point, she'd stick to being a charity case outside of the actual charity world. She watched Lateefah glance towards the clock, and remembered that she had to work soon. Plus, Kiara still planned on joining the girls on their outing, and since she didn't want them to leave without her (which could reasonably happen under Brooklyn's influence), she stood up. "But I will say that I think you've gotta change your mindset, girl. It's not so much leeching as it is pulling some modern day Robin Hood shit. I'm about to be taking from the rich to help the poor, aka me, so if anything, I think I'm pulling some noble shit. You know, helping to balance out the world," she said, smiling but audibly more serious now. "And for the record, I already called dibs on Blondie's brother, if she has one, and her dad, so don't try to hop on that train when it comes around!" She smirked as she headed away from the table, but despite the playful way that she spoke about it, she was serious. Using Cara for some free food and perks of that sort wasn't harmful to anyone, since Cara seemed to have the money, and Kiara didn't have enough pride to feel like she was begging with Cara.

Rather than head to the basement stairs, she left the bar through its main entrance and waited outside for the girls to come. She really hoped that Brooklyn wouldn't be joining them, but she still wasn't going to let her presence deter her from coming. Having Lateefah there would have been helpful, since she despised Brooklyn just as much as Kiara did, and it was always good to have backup, but she felt like she could hold her own. Besides, right now, she was more interested in making her time worthwhile than she was in knocking Brooklyn's ego down a few notches.

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L A T E E F A H ~ E K W E N S I - H A R T
"I guess it's time to work."

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Location|| Finn's Irish Pub
iPod|| Pompeii by Bastille
Mood|| Suspicious


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Lateefah rolled her eyes when Kiara threw her own words back at her and chuckled, shoveling the very last forkful of her pasta into her mouth. She grabbed a napkin from the table's dispenser and wiped at her mouth idly, meeting Kiara's gaze as the brunette continued to speak. Luckily, half of what Kiara had been saying was rather entertaining and instead of being able to be annoyed by someone telling her what she was doing wrong, Lateefah couldn't get rid of the amused grin on her face even if she wanted to. She didn't even dare smother the laugh Kiara earned upon declaring her "dibs" on the prospects of getting with Cara's possibly nonexistent brother, shaking her head as her friend walked away.

Once alone, Lateefah sobered up and quaffed the remaining bit of her water. Her shift was starting soon anyway. Rounding up the items left behind and reminding herself to come back with disinfectant wipes so customers couldn't say they had left a dinner seat, Lateefah got up and headed towards the back where she dropped off the dishes and such. Luckily for her, Iris was in the back waiting for her order to be ready. "Wassup, prom queen?" The blonde smirked back at her. "Nothing much, Ivy League. The crew gone?" Lateefah nodded, dumping her trash in the bin and placing her plate in the large sink. "Yep...and now you're stuck with me. For six long hours." She and Iris shared a laugh while Lateefah searched the area for the pencil and pad she would leave in the back so that she could jot down orders. "What ever am I gonna do with you?" Lateefah only cheesed at first before answering, "Love me, bitch." But it was only a second later and after a swipe at the fringe from her hair that refused to adhere to her ponytail and that had been tucked demurely behind her ear, that she spoke up again. "And do a girl a favor. I promise, it's nothing too serious. I just can't...buy...what I need when Holly's around..."

That had Iris' attention and even as she balanced her plates in both hands, the blonde fixed her with a sharp stare made more penetrating because of the clear green in her dark eyes. "Lateefah..." Lateefah could hear the scold in the girl's voice and waited for her fellow waitress to step out of the kitchen so that the cook couldn't hear what they were discussing. Granted, going into more open space wasn't any different, but at least they weren't all people she knew and Lateefah could talk under the louder sound of some game on the television screen, a couple snapping at one another, a baby (who obviously just arrived) crying, and some older men yammering an old story at the bar. "It's nothing bad, I promise. I just need..." She gulped inaudibly. "A pregnancy test." If Iris wasn't great at her job and didn't value her paychecks as much as she did, she probably would have dropped the plates in her hand. Her eyes widened comically and Lateefah winced. "I swear to God - " Lateefah hurried to state, resolutely, "I'm not. I'm not pregnant. I know I'm not." And she really really had to ignore Iris' skeptical glare because she was not pregnant. Not in the slightest. She just had to cross it off the list of things that made her tired. Simple as that. "Look, I know I'm not. I'm just clarifying. So...please...do me this favor since I totally helped your ass when you were trying to cover with your boyfriend that one time and he barged up on in here like the Hulk." It was low of her to use that situation against the girl, especially considering that said boyfriend was far more abusive probably than Iris wanted to admit, but Lateefah didn't care. She needed the girl to do this solid for her and she would leave it alone. Iris seemed to debate it for a moment, handing her customers their food and telling him to call her over if they needed anything else. Once that was done, she returned to Lateefah side, sighed, and the nodded. "Fine. I'll get it to you before your shift is over. I get off at eight." Lateefah smiled, appreciative, and then headed to the newer customers with the baby that had started crying moments prior. She wasn't pregnant. She was fine. She was probably just tired and that was that. And now that she was going be able to clarify that she wasn't, she could focus on the important things.

Like doing her job.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Holly was ushered out of Brooklyn's area by Cara before she even had a chance to see what Roman had to say to her. She frowned, but because Cara kept talking, didn't linger on it for very long. As they headed up the side staircase, Cara first asked what she had missed. That was a question that could take years to answer. She missed the day that she and Lateefah had chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, or when they went swimming at one of the public pools but it started thundering so they had to leave early. She missed the time when Brooklyn screamed so loudly at Nick that Holly considered that maybe Brooklyn was mean, and the day when Roman had a bruise that was green and blue. She missed a million dog sightings, lots of mac and cheese and the infamous way-too-early morning wake ups from Holly, but when she continued and asked about school, Holly's train of thought ended abruptly. She was offended that Cara even brought that up. It was definitely dramatic to an extent, but school was one of the few topics that Holly didn't find to be entertaining. Even as a little kid, when the curriculum was nothing more than learning how to cut with scissors or trace letters, Holly struggled. It was impossible for her to sit still, to focus on anything, and to follow instructions. Despite what some teachers (and sometimes, her grandmother) thought, she wasn't an unruly child. She was wild and constantly distracted, but it was something that was, and still is, out of her control.

Medication might have helped, and it was probably suggested by school counselors, but her grandmother didn't think it was necessary. She wasn't going to have one of "her" children taking medication when she believed that all Holly needed was a physical reminder on why she needed to start doing well. There began the cycle of her strong dislike for school. She felt stupid in class, especially once her peers were old enough to realize how far behind she was in comparison to them. She felt stupid at home, where her family gave up trying to give her extra support and decided that she was struggling because she wasn't trying. More than anything, though, she felt hopeless. There were days when she really would try to focus in school or at home while doing homework, but it was just impossible. If she could keep herself trained on a worksheet for long enough to finish even a handful of its problems, they'd all come out incorrectly or she'd get stuck on a word she didn't know and have a mental breakdown.

That was how she was as a kid, and though she maintained much of her youthful demeanor, she's grown at least a bit since those years. Now, if nothing else, it'll at least be a little easier for her to recognize when she's the target of insensitive jokes by peers. At sixteen, she wants to fit in, and attending a normal high school with kids who had normal learning capabilities, when it sometimes took her ten minutes just to figure out what the words on a menu meant, just spelled failure. She knew it too, and at this point, straight up refused to attend. After school ended last spring, she told Tee that she was never going back, and somehow, she had thrown enough fits that Lateefah actually had given up trying to force her to go back this year. "Tee said I didn't have to," she declared, looking up at Cara warily as she tried to figure out what her intentions were to bring up such a dreaded topic. Before she could analyze Cara's face, she noticed her earrings, and was reminded of the bracelets she was allowed to buy, and then the vests, back to the shopping trip that she was supposed to be taking with Cara and Brooklyn and Kiara. As they stepped outside, she spotted Kiara ahead, where the alley met the sidewalk, and that distracted her from the missing Brooklyn. "Do you think Kiara likes vests, or just sweatshirts?" she asked Cara as they approached the brunette.

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It was pretty nice out today, so Kiara didn't mind waiting outside for a few minutes for the other girls. As she leaned against the side of the building, she craved a joint, but she knew that she didn't have time to do that now. Besides, she didn't really have the money right now to be smoking more than once a day, and she knew that she should save that one time for later. Hopefully, she'd be able to catch up with Nick at some point during the evening, and maybe he'd let her get a couple hits off of whatever he was smoking. For now, she would have to settle with the vodka that was beginning to make her empty stomach feel unsettled. Kiara had too much of a tolerance at this point to be alarmed by the feeling, but it wasn't comfortable either, and she cursed Isaac for stealing, what she now deemed, her food, and for not taking Tee up on her offer. Even though she was still outside of the bar, it was too late to go back in and take her up on that offer. Not because Kiara had too much pride, really, but because she heard someone emerging from the stairwell that came up from the basement, and a moment later, there was Holly and Cara.

Though they were a few yards away, she could hear Holly talking and she cracked a small smile at how random the girl was. She could literally make a conversation out of nothing, and seemed to come up with the strangest things to talk about. "I like sweatshirts better than vests," she said, answering for herself when the girls were close enough. "Vests don't keep your arms warm." The one that Cara was wearing, at least, seemed to serve little purpose aside from fashion. Kiara didn't know fashion well enough to even give an estimate on how much Cara probably spent on it, but if it's purpose was warmth, it looked thin enough where it shouldn't have been worth more than ten dollars. She pulled her hood over her and sunk further into the over sized sweatshirt as she looked towards the pair. "So, where are we going?"

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Though Cara and Holly had left the basement through the side staircase, Brooklyn went up through the main one. Normally, she probably would have taken the side one as well, to avoid having to deal with Finn, and people in general, in the bar. She wouldn't have been surprised if Nick was up there though, and while she'd adamantly deny in, Brooklyn was looking for a fight a lot of the time. When she felt like she had been wronged, she was eager for situations to unfold, and confrontations to occur because she wanted the apology that she felt like she deserved. For what? Brooklyn wasn't even quite sure this time. All of her arguments with Nick seemed to blend into each other, and for now, if nothing else, she felt like it was rude of him to go missing all day, even if she had been sleeping for most of it. He was the one who could make his own work schedule up, so she felt like it was more of his responsibility than hers to make sure that they were spending time together. Unfortunately, she didn't see him in the bar, and even more unfortunately, she crossed paths with Lateefah. "Shit, they still let you work here after you poisoned that other couple's food last week?" she questioned, barely loud enough for the family at the table to hear, as she passed by. She made eye contact with Tee for only a second, smirking as she did so, but not slowly her pace a bit as she headed past them and out of the bar. Finn likely wouldn't appreciate her comment, but Brooklyn just hoped (though doubted) that Tee's tip would be affected by it. Bitch deserves it! she thought, although what she had done to deserve it wasn't something that Brooklyn could come up with at the moment.

She had gotten a bit of spite out at Tee, so when she found Cara, Holly and Kiara outside, she decided against saying anything offensive to Kiara. So long as the girl kept her mouth shut and didn't bother them, Brooklyn hoped that she wouldn't even need to down any of the alcohol in her purse. She approached from behind Kiara, and caught the girl asking what the plan was. Though she knew the question was directed at Cara and Holly, Brooklyn didn't hesitate to make her presence known as she stepped past them a foot or so. "Let's go to CVS first. Holly, Cara's going to buy you your special juice for tonight, and I need some things from there, she stated matter-of-factly as she started walking.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Cara didn't want to question Lateefah's authority, because she knew that when it came to Holly, she knew best. Cara was able to handle Holly in long doses but even she doubted that she would be able to take care of her 24/7 like Lateefah did, and had been doing for years. While she guessed that it was possible that Lateefah told Holly she didn't have to go back, she was sure that there was more of a backstory there. It had probably been Lateefah's last option, but easier for her to do than to fight Holly every morning to go. It made Cara feel a bit guilty. She recalled helping out the year before, getting Holly off to school or picking her up if Tee was working an afternoon shift. No amount of bribes would ever make her like school, but at least when Cara had been around, she could make the hour before school less anxiety-ridden with a trip to a diner for breakfast, or buy Holly new pencils and folders every day if it made her feel better. Tee could do that as well, but Cara knew that it was easier for her to do, considering that she wasn't budgeting money every month. "Interesting," was all that she responded with, because she knew that going any deeper would probably irritate the girl. Plus, Holly had already returned back to the topic of vests, and it had Cara laughing at just how trivial of a topic it was for Holly to get hung up on. Cara considered just taking her vest off and giving it to Holly, if it would quell whatever it was in her mind that was keeping her lingering on this topic.

"I'm not sure wh-," she began, only to be cut off by Kiara answering Holly's question for herself. Cara smiled at the girl, appreciating and being reminded that Kiara too, seemed to be pretty good with Holly. She had always seemed to be a little brash, but Cara also knew that her remembrance of that trait might have been enhanced due to the interactions between her and Brooklyn. When those two weren't trying to kill each other, she actually seemed like a nice, fun person. "That's a good point!" she followed Kiara's reasoning with. "Maybe we'll find you a sweater or a jacket today. Something that you can wear in the fall and the winter when it starts to get really cold," she suggested. Kiara then asked about where they were going, and before Cara could explain that they were waiting for Brooklyn, the brunette appeared on her own and dictated the plans without asking for anyone's input. It didn't bother Cara, and she just hoped it wouldn't bother Kiara this early on either. She shook her head as Brooklyn reminded Holly of the sleep aid that she was apparently supposed to buy her, but didn't even comment on it, hoping that Holly would brush over it and forget it as well. "After that I want to run to Bed Bath & Beyond too," she added, taking Holly's hand as she followed Brooklyn down the street. "Maybe we can stop at Barnes & Noble too, and get you some cool books to read," she suggested to Holly in an overly energetic tone, hoping that that would outweigh the negative association she knew Holly had with reading.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Holly had been focused enough on Cara, that she was surprised when she heard Kiara answering her question for herself. She made a good point, that vests didn't do a good job at keeping your arms warm, but it wasn't a good enough reason to deter Holly from wanting one like Cara's. "Yeah, but if you wore your sweatshirt under your vest, your arms would still stay warm!" she insisted, slipping away from Cara to hold onto Kiara's sweatshirt, as if to analyze if that was really keeping her arms warm either. Cara seemed to take Kiara's side, suggesting that they look for a sweater or jacket instead of a vest. Considering that Cara was sporting a vest herself, that made little sense to Holly, but she had been asking Lateefah for a new jacket. She supposed that getting one of those wouldn't be that bad, but in the back of her mind, she knew that if she saw a vest, she was going to still insist on that instead.

Before Holly could suggest that they stop for ice cream before starting to shop, Brooklyn stepped out of the bar and declared that they were going to CVS first. Holly didn't object to that, especially since Brooklyn already started walking, and Cara was chiming in about going to other places afterwards. Bed Bath & Beyond sounded fun, but Cara's suggestion that they go to Barnes & Noble for her didn't entice Holly. It just reminded her of Cara's questioning of her educational plans a moment before, and quickly had her shaking her head. "No, we don't need to do that. I don't want anything from there for me. But Tee's birthday is coming up! It's one of the days in November and she likes books. She gave her books away today because they're not really necessities like money and nail polish, but I think she likes them." Holly couldn't understand why Lateefah liked them, or why she had kept some of her school books for so long, but she considered that that might be a good birthday present. It wouldn't be one that she would be able to use too, which made it less attractive as she thought about it, but she redirected her thoughts towards Brooklyn mid-way through that thought process.

She pulled away from Cara's grip and quickened her pace to catch up with Brooklyn, who was a few steps ahead of them. "You're walking too fast!" she chided her as she grasped onto her forearm. "What are you going to get from CVS? Tomorrow will you stay awake during the day, since Cara's here now too? And are you going to go to work tonight, or do you want to stay and hang out with me and her and Kiara until Tee finishes working? Tee says the job you do isn't good, you know." Like most areas of Manhattan, you couldn't walk more than a few blocks without running into a pharmacy, so it only took a few minutes before the girls made it to CVS. "I'll help you find what you need, Brooke!" she exclaimed as she held the door open for the girls. She was sure they didn't sell vests here, and Brooklyn had been the one who seemed enthusiastic (at least, enthusiastic in terms of Brooklyn's emotions) about getting Holly some mysterious candy-like juice, so she thought she would be the best company today.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Kiara was glad that once they started walking, Holly clung to Brooklyn a few paces ahead of her and Cara. Surprisingly, though, she didn't even take advantage of her few minutes alone with Cara to spark up a conversation about her home life, and if she had any brothers... or cousins... or just wealthy friends. Just when she thought that this little trip was going to improve her mood and wallet, the alcohol in her stomach started acting up, and she wasn't sure if she would even make it to CVS without her body rejecting it. Ironically, as she walked, trying to focus on her eyes not blurring up and keeping her mouth sealed shut just in case, she was craving more alcohol. It was like instinct for her, that once anything mildly inconvenient happened, she needed a bottle or alcohol or a handful of pills to put her back into a mindset where none of it mattered, or sometimes, and even better, where none of it was real. She loved the drugs that made her feel like she was floating, and where she wasn't really sure what was real and what wasn't real. She rarely could afford the good ones like that, though, and right now, she knew that there was no way she could take a hit to her wallet like that. Hell, as they approached the CVS and she saw a Wendy's across the street, she was second guessing whether she even had enough money to spare on that. But her stomach lurched once again, and Kiara decided that food was necessary. She drank so much that alcohol rarely made her this sick when it was still fresh in her stomach. It was usually the morning after, or at least a couple of hours later, when it really started to bother her, so she guessed that what she was feeling now was a mixture between hunger and the alcohol beginning to bother her. It wasn't like this was a very unfamiliar feeling either.

"I actually just saw a friend across the street who I've been trying to catch up with. I shouldn't be over there long, but if you guys finish without me, don't wait." She was glad that it was just Cara who she was speaking to, because she was sure that if Brooklyn wasn't already inside, she would reassure her that they wouldn't have waited regardless. If Holly was there, she would have gotten a million questions about where she was going, and possibly even a request for her to be allowed to tag along. It was easier this way, and Kiara didn't even mention that she was going to get food because she didn't want Cara to feel like she had to give her money in this way. Kiara had no problem accepting money, but she didn't want to be a beggar. There was a different between accepting handouts and hinting for them, than actually straight out requesting them. Her stomach twisted again, and forced her to spin away from the door of CVS without waiting for Cara's answer. She wanted that food in her stomach before the alcohol came up, and before she convinced herself that she didn't need to waste her money on food right now.