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“Yeah, that's not exactly my specialty. But if I hear anything around, I'll let you know.”

“What do you do for a living?” I realize I haven’t asked her much of anything about herself.

“Well, as much as I make fun of the kids up on the hill, my granddad doesn't really want me working or doing much of anything outside the family. So I'm kind of coerced into taking his money and doing what I want with it.”

“Oh. Must be hard.”

“Yeah, fuck you and everyone else. I didn’t choose it. And I don’t have too much of a say. My family is… strict in certain ways. So, I use some of the money to make money. Investments. Startups. I give a lot of it to charity, and I work with homeless kids.”

“Like community outreach?” I shouldn’t have sounded so surprised.

“Yeah. What, you think just because I'm a thieving, bar fighting, drunken wench of a woman that I don't do nice things for the community?”

“Sorry. That’s not what I meant. Actually, yeah, kinda.”

“I get it. I’m a rough and tough sort. But there's a lot of kids that need help. Like I did when my parents died. Before Gramps took me in. I like spending time with them, when I'm not hungover. Can't stand their little shrieking voices when I'm hung over.” Which pretty much sums up Ora Clive, cut and dry. She's as nice as can be and an absolute bitch in the same sentence.

I liked her before, but she’s quickly becoming one of my favorite people.

She shifts gears effortlessly. “So anyway, back to tonight.”

“What's tonight?”

“I swear I mentioned it. I'm having a party at my place.”

“I don’t know, Ora…”

“Shut it, Hell! You’ve been busting your ass for three days trying to get work. Take a night. Recharge. Who knows? You might meet some cute guy to take your mind off shit or even make a contact for some work!”

I know she’s bullshitting me, but she’s hard to say no to.

“Well…”

“Well, nothing! You’re coming! And if we get lucky, we’ll both come!”

We both burst out laughing.

“Fine. I’m not stripping or selling my body, though. Fucking guys need to drop that shit.”

“Noted. Only giving up the goods for hot dreamboats!” Ora raises one finger officially and slams her hand down on the table, looking a little glossy-eyed.

How has she had six drinks in the time it took me to have two?

“I will say, if you do get desperate, my friend Daniel is a pimp.”

“A guy named Daniel is a pimp?” I scoff.

“I mean, he doesn’t call it that. But, yeah, basically.”

“I’ll be sure and let you know if I decide to…”

“He’s really nice, Danny. I sucked his dick one time.”

“What?”

“Not for money. He’s really fucking hot. And fun. He brings his girls to parties, sometimes. But only if they want to come and have fun or try to rustle up clients. They’re in one of those things where everybody works together for the benefit of everybody in it…”

“A co-op?”

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