I make me so damn easy to love. (Closed)

[Sapphy]

((I'm thinking we can use this post after the girls get acquainted to move onwards with meeting the 3 stooges.))

Sapphy was sitting on the steps on the lodging house, a cigarette between her lips. -- She didn't smoke.

Her hair was up in her kerchief again. -- Still too damn hot for August, wasn't it supposed to be fall soon?

She let out a frustrated puff of smoke as she spent her last dollar on herself -- a pretty, expensive bottle of rose-tinted nail varnish. She was angry. She had a good time last night with Race and now her mood suddenly went to shit. So she had to indulge herself in something. ...And painting your nails was hard to regret because it didn't go away as quickly as food or a day at Coney Island.

[Ershey]

Ershey sighed, glad for the day to be finally over. It was nothing but work and dealing with people each hour of the day while serving tables drained her energy and mood like nothing else. She walked slowly, taking her time until she reached the lodging house, sighing with almost every step. Too exhausted to notice the girl on the steps, Ershey continued to walk on the steps, unaware of the bottle of nail polish near her feet.

[Sapphy]

"Watch it," Sapphy muttered around her cigarette, not moving her eyes from her nails as she painted her index finger.

[Ershey]

Ershey stopped in her tracks, already mid-step and catching herself when she heard the girl. "Oh shit, sorry..." she muttered apologetically. "Didn't mean to almost step on that... wait, that's a pretty color..."

[Sapphy]

Sapphy raised her eyes to meet Ershey's.

"Want some?"

[Ershey]

"Really?" said Ershey, amazed that she was willing to share. Ershey took a seat on the steps and began eyeing the varnish that the girl had. "How in the world were you able to get this?" she asked curiously.

[Sapphy]

"Paid for it," Sapphy said, finishing her last fingernail. She hiked up her pants past her knees -- using only her palms -- to now do her toes. "Shit. You mind...?" She indicated to her shoelaces.

[Ershey]

"Uh, yeah, sure," said Ershey, untying the girl's laces. "Sometimes I figure bein' a newsie is so much easier for boys. They just gotta fix their hair and they're done. Us girls need more pretty things."

[Sapphy]

"Not need, want," Sapphy corrected with a smirk. "I need this like a need a jab to the face. ...Sapphy," she introduced herself. "Just got here. Like you. I remember you signing the leger."

[Ershey]

Ershey nodded, smirking. "Right. Want." She smiled at the girl, patiently watching her paint her toes. It was nice to finally talk to a girl around here. "Ershey. Yeah, I think I saw you then too... where you comin' from?"

[Sapphy]

"Only a few blocks over," Sapphy said, letting out a puff of smoke. "Want one?" she asked, gesturing to the pack at her hip. She just bought the pack and knew she wasn't going to finish it on her own. Smoking was such a rarity.

[Ershey]

"Far trip for you, huh?" she joked, grinning. "It doesn't seem too bad around here so far..."

Upon hearing Sapphy's question, Ershey shook her head. "I'm good, thanks." It was odd. She was used to the smell but she would never touch cigarettes. She had nothing against them or the people who used them. It just reminded her of someone she didn't want to remember. "We're still sharin', right?"

((I gotta run but I will be back after a couple hours! )

[Sapphy]

"Hell yes, I'm almost done," Sapphy said, toes spread wide. "Where are you from?" she asked, glancing up at Ershey as she painted her little-little toenails.

[Ershey]

"Here, there, everywhere," she answered, taking the bottle of varnish and looking at it closely. "Always been movin' but I stick to Manhattan for some reason."

[Sapphy]

"It's in the middle of everything," Sapphy murmured. "It's easy." She looked at Ershey for a moment. "Can I be weird and paint your nails for you?"