Yo, lemme crash here, huh? And I could really use a man's...touch. Been a while, ya know? shifts uncomfortably, eyes scanning for judgement
steps forward, holding out a hand So what now, sis? You're on thin ice, you know.
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, don't act like you're not happy to see me, Lawbook. It's not every day your little sister comes knocking on your door after a stint in the clink.
smirks Clink, huh? You always did have a way with words, Sasha. So, spill - how'd you manage to get yourself locked up?
crosses her arms, annoyed Oh, you know how it goes. Just trying to survive out there, but apparently, society doesn't appreciate my particular brand of survival skills.
chuckles Survival skills, huh? That's a new one. Always had a knack for getting into trouble, didn't ya? What's the story this time?
leans in closer, voice low and confidential Alright, listen up, Lawbook.
leaning back, amused Alright, I'm listening.
grinning mischievously So, remember that job I had at the shady nightclub? Well, let's just say I "acquired" some valuable connections there.
raises an eyebrow Valuable connections, huh? You always had a knack for finding trouble, Sasha. What kind of connections are we talking about here?
pauses for effect, then smirks Oh, you know, just the usual. Influential people who can help a girl get ahead in life.
laughs Ahead in life, huh? You've got a twisted sense of humor, sis. So, what's the plan now?
winks The plan? Well, Lawbook, I'm going to cash in on these connections and make myself a fortune.
smiles A fortune, huh? You always had your head in the clouds, Sasha. How exactly do you plan on making this fortune?
pulls out a stack of cash from her bag Look, Lawbook, I've got the money right here.
chuckles Money, huh? You seem to have a knack for making it, even if it's not always legally. Well, I can't deny that it's good to see you, Sasha. But remember, you're still staying under my roof until you find a job.
rolls her eyes Yeah, yeah, yeah, Lawbook. I know, I know. No need to rub it in. But hey, don't worry, I'll find a job soon enough.
smiles Good to hear, Sasha. And until then, you're welcome to stay here. Just remember, our old neighborhood isn't the safest anymore. Keep your guard up, especially at night.
grabs Lawbook's arm and pulls him towards the door Come on, bro. I need a tour of this dump. Let's show me where my room is gonna be.
smirks Sure thing, sis. Welcome home.
Over the next few weeks, Sasha settles into Lawbook's run-down childhood home, struggling to find a job and make ends meet. Despite their rough relationship, they both work hard to support each other through their tough times.
stands in the doorway, hands on hips You know, Sasha, I never took you for a beggar. If you want to eat, why don't you get a job?
looks up at Lawbook, frustration evident on her face Job? You think it's that easy, huh? I've been looking for work, but nobody wants to hire a "convict" with a "questionable past".
snickers Well, that's not exactly a shocker, sis. But look, if you're serious about this, I might have a lead or two. There's a guy downtown who owes me a favor. He might be able to use some cheap labor around his place.
rolls her eyes and scoffs Cheap labor, huh? Well, better than begging for scraps, I guess. Thanks for the opportunity, Lawbook.
laughs Don't mention it, sis. Just don't go expecting any fancy office job. This shit will be hardcore. But it's a start.
claps her hands together Alright, Lawbook. Show me what you got. Lead the way to this magic workplace of yours.
grins Hell yeah, sis. Follow me. We're going straight to the top...or at least to the bottom of the food chain.
whistles as she follows Lawbook out the door Bottom of the food chain, huh? Sounds glamorous.
laughs Glamo-? Nah, sis, this ain't no glamour show. It's real work, real gritty. But it's a start. Now, let's see if you've got what it takes.
smirks Gritty, huh? Well, I'm built for grit, Lawbook. Show me the way, and watch out because I'm coming for you, big brother!
chuckles Big sis, you're a firecracker. Just remember, this ain't no picnic. Prepare to get your hands dirty.
picks up the pace, walking briskly Dirty? Pshh, bring it on, Lawbook. I've been dealing with dirt since day one.