“TOES!”  Daisy yelled at Cass as she stepped on her feet and Cass winced.

“Sorry…”  She began, and Daisy’s gaze cut the apology short.

“We need a bigger place…”  Daisy threatened, thinking she had more room in the dorms at school.  Tina nodded, handing Daisy a bottle of orange juice and Cass took it away from Daisy,

“Hey.  I was going to drink that.”  Daisy said as if she were hurt and she pulled her leg up, rubbing her bruised toes.  Eyes hooded as she gazed at her with heat in her eyes.

“From the bottle like you usually do, grab a glass.”  Cassandra ordered, pulling open the cabinet and Tina tried not to laugh too hard.

“You know her well…”  Tina said with laughter in her voice and Daisy rolled her eyes.

“Looking for a job today?”  Cass asked, sliding her feet into her boots.  Tina moved over to her, and hugged her.

“Uh huh.”  Tina said, nuzzling up to Cassandra’s neck, her tongue darting out and licking her neck, making Cass want to pick her up and take her right back to the bedroom.

“That articulation will get you every job you apply for.”  Daisy shot back, drinking from the bottle of orange juice, having forgone the glass.

“DAISY!”  Cass virtually yelled, Tina winced and thought that Daisy was pushing her buttons on purpose.

“Hey she’s your girlfriend, not mine.  I don’t have to be nice to her.”  Daisy snorted and Tina put her hands on her hips, and Daisy winked at her.  Then Tina laughed to herself, watching as Cass fumed at the counter.  Tina kissed her cheek and saying in a sweet voice.

“I love you.”  Cass chuckled, kissing her and rubbing noses.

“I love you too.”

“I am gonna barf.”  Daisy said, making gagging noises as she stumbled to the door, slamming against it, grabbing at her heart, gurgling sounds coming from her throat.  Both Tina and Cass watched as she slid to the floor and fell over to the left.
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“Dramatic.”  Tina said, stone faced. 
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“*****.”  Cass said deadpan and Daisy just played dead until it was time to go to school.

~*~*~*~*~*

Night fall; and Bette was riding in Rosita’s car, neon lighting glowing as she looked over at the Latina, who was driving intently.  One hand on the shifter, the other hand on the top of the wheel, easily shifting and turning the wheel with the palm of her hand.

“So where did you paint this work of art?”  Bette asked and Ro laughed.

“I never said it was a work of art, just a mural.”  Ro said and Bette shook her head, the woman had been learning by leaps and bounds, but still refused to admit she liked it.  “You are gonna laugh, I did it in the hallway leading to my roof.” 

“Sure, or course.  It’s not a work of art.”  Bette said and Ro rolled her eyes, she reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out her gun and Bette stared openly at her.

“Not gonna get jacked, it’s a just in case kinna thing.”  Ro said and Bette simply nodded, realizing just who Ro was suddenly.  Candace had been right, this girl lived a dangerous life.  Going home at night was a tapestry of danger.

They pulled into her driveway, and Ro turned off the engine, stepping out and the door as her garage opened.  Ro stiffened and Bette realized that someone else was in there.

“You missed our appointment Picaro.”  Juan said, and Ro realized that there were at least 15 people in her garage, waiting just for her.  She thought back to her initiation into the gang; and she felt a vivid sense of Deja Vu.

“I had things to do.”  Ro said; hands crossed over her small chest, calming herself as she assessed the situation.  She looked back at her car seeing the black gun there and thinking if she could get to the gun before they got to theirs.  Then there was Bette.  Better to keep the gun hidden for now.

“Or people?”  Juan said with a hunger in his voice and Ro stepped between Bette and Juan, and Ro cast her a look.  Bette‘s eyes were filled with terror.  She knew it was dangerous to come here, but this was much more dangerous than she’d ever imagined. 

“Get in the car and drive.”  Ro said in a hard whisper and Bette shook her head, not able to move, she was rooted.  Ro tossed her the keys; Bette caught them and stared at them as if she’d never seen keys before.

“She stays.”  Juan ordered darkly and pointing at Bette.  Ro stepped up to him, jaw set, and she eyed him up a down.  He stepped back a bit, a sign of weakness and Ro almost decked him right then and there, but Bette was still standing there. 
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