Late Friday Night, The Sin

[deadly_little]

It was well after sundown when the girls trooped back into the Sin through the kitchen door. "You want to open up?" Goldie asked, and Miho just shook her head. They'd had a long enough day, between Dallas's funeral and the trip back to Virginia. "Okay." She gestured between herself and her twin and said, "We'll just, um, pack up Dallas's stuff to send back to her mom." Dallas's mom, Austin, had been one of the Girls until she aged out of it. Now she ran a coffee shop in the heart of Old Town. She'd taken her daughter's death well. Death was a part of the life they lived.

Miho nodded, and Carmen asked, "What about Vartan's stuff?"

"Please, she's probably in Mexico by now," Daisy told her lover.

"She didn't want her mom to know she's a whore, right?" Wendy asked. "So I say send her stuff to her mom, too. With a note."

Miho thought about it for a moment, then spoke. "Yes. No note." She spoke so rarely, her words carried weight.

Daisy grabbed Carmen's arm and said, "So, we'll do that." The four of them headed upstairs, and then it was just Miho and Vivian. At least, until Daisy leaned back down the stairwell and hissed, "Viv, come on."

Miho took a slice of frozen pie from the freezer and a fork from the silverware drawer, and went up to the roof.