“You mean an a.k.a a public trapper keeper.” Monique taking offense to her comments picks up a makeup palette and throws it at her Kristen ducking her head barely misses it and looks at her like she had lost her mind.

“See, this is why were not together now! I should have known better not to get involved with someone who has a criminal skull shape.”

“There is nothing wrong with my head!”

“Yeah right only if you’re related to E.T.” Monique had enough removing the stiletto pumps from her feet she begins to run towards her before Kristen could react she felt a hard tug on her arm yanking her out of the way when she looked up she was shocked to see Shane. Carmen had seen and heard enough she steps in between the pathway causing Monique to halt dead in her tracks.

“What the hell is going on, “Shane yells but then changes her mind, “You know what forget it I don’t even want to know!”

“Oh, I know I seen it all, “a model with pinkish and purple hair raises her hand, “Okay, so check it out boss lady those two fur-burgers used to date and that one, “she says pointing at Monique,” Has a hot buttered rum crotch and been glazing the lips of chicks everywhere and———-.”

“Okay….okay, I get the point, “Shane disgustingly says. Staring at the woman that gave her the National Inquire run down about what happened Shane realizes she had never seen her before.

“I don’t recognize you who are you?”

“Oh, that’s hard to believe, “Carmen sarcastically says.

“Carmen, what the hell are you doing back here? Why aren’t you in the front enjoying the show?”

“I don’t know Shane probably because you have your stray kittens modeling for you, “she says looking at the unidentifiable woman.”

“Oh, hey shit don’t look at me she aint my type I like my chicks thicka than a snicka.”

“Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m———.”

“Carmen!”

“Kit, what are you doing back here!?”

“I saw you get up so I got up too, “Kit looking around could sense something wasn’t right, “Hey what’s going here is everything cool!?”

“See that’s my type of woman right there thicka than a snicka, “the woman says looking at Kit.