i'm gonna dress in black.

[ruby wilhelmina daniels]

It smelled like an ash tray when she finally awoke, her long limbs spread across the bed in a manner that would have made a prostitute blush. Clearly a full sized mattress was not enough to extend to the full parameters set by her spidery genetics, and she stretched further as her eyes slid open, blue in the hazy atmosphere that was donated generously by the pack of marlboros she'd undoubtedly consumed sometime in the past four hours. It was late, the sun was high in the sky and looming over the top of the apartment. Almost as though it hadn't settled in enough yet, the weather pushed open the window, left ajar by the two careless girls, and she breathed in air that, under no circumstances, could be considered New York air. Before she could ponder how an open apartment could handle such a stream of smoke, she looked slightly to her left, and found herself utterly astonished that the words on the street sign outside of her window weren't in English. German. What the fuck.

Sitting up so fast her head spun, she tossed her legs carelessly over the side of the bed, pushed herself to her feet, gripping the wall with both hands to steady herself before running around like a chicken without it's head on, from the living room (and it was a nice one – that couldn't have been inexpensive) to the kitchen, where she checked a clock, and back to the bedroom again, where she found Flor's naked ass staring back at her. Exclamations, she found, would be useless at this point to teleport her immediately back to the city for the shoot she'd missed. Also pointless, apparently, would be the quest to find her phone. Buried somewhere beneath the copious piles of clothes (things she didn't even remember owning, let alone putting on), she could hear it buzzing, but a valiant attempt would be wasted on such a daunting task. Slowly, she pressed a sweaty palm to her forehead, and then the mad dash was set for the bathroom as a queasiness, unparalleled to anything she'd ever tolerated before, set over her. Lager. She was in Germany. She held her own hair out of the way.

An hour later, adjusting to the difference in time and the lowered rationality of her stomach, she fell back into bed besides the sleeping girl, and it wasn't until she felt a rustling that she stirred from the comfortable resting place next to her, in the groove her hips had left in the sheets. Whatever happened had happened already; this was a philosophy she'd developed after spending too many days hung over, tired, spent. She lived in the moment, with regards only to the crises that existed in said moment, and in times of strife and difficulty, she resorted to the same basic principles to help herself avoid discomfort and hatred. First, she would always be a Daniels. Second, her father and mother would always be Levi and Minnie, respectively. Third, she would always have a sister, and a brother. And by the time she resorted to the third option, her issues were typically solved. That being said, Berlin was a world away from any of those three things and her problem solving skills never extended that far without trauma being somewhat inflicted.

Catlike eyes cracked, and she traced a finger tip down the center of Flor's spine, circling at the base and returning to her neck. Beautiful. Perfect. Lovely. Everything she desperately yearned for and more.

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[FLOR COSTA DU VALE]

Mmm.

This was nice. The bed sheets smelled like smoke mixed with fresh laundry detergent and were silky against her bare skin. The last time she felt this was when she screwed that male flight attendant while on her way to America from Brazil so she could get a free ride and visa. Without even thinking about it, she remained asleep, deep in the world that was her mind; filled with chaos and disorientation to most but perfect and easy for her. Soon enough, she felt fingertips on her back and she had to wake up, despite not wanting to. She had a shoot...when? Who cares. She'd suck the photographer off so he wouldn't give her a bad review and call it a day. As her eyes gently fluttered opened, she looked over through a curtain of messy hair at the female causing her to awaken. A satisfied grin fell across her face as she let out a soft moan of content before blowing her hair out of the way to look at her, "Told you I'd get us to Germany for free," the words came out hushed as she spoke them before she managed to slowly, but surely, lift her slender frame and wrap it around the other female's, legs going around her waist, chests colliding, and arms keeping them together. Not even thinking twice about it, she locked her lips deliciously onto her's. Tasting a tinge of what seemed like vomit, she shrugged it off. Whatever. It didn't bother her considering she'd tasted worse.

Plus, they were in Germany and with another blow job, that flight attendant pulled through and got them there. Granted, Ruby wouldn't know about that blow job...That wouldn't exactly make things all picture perfect and happy. The only reason Flor wanted to be in another country was because all these emotions she was experiencing, so new to her, felt like they needed to be expressed outside of New York City and America all together or she'd freak and make a run for it. At least that was what she thought. The longer she remained in Ruby's presence, the more her limbs ached to high tail it out of there before she got attached to her. She had her fun...She managed to fuck her senseless. Shouldn't that have been enough? But no. She wanted seconds, thirds, fourths, as many helpings as she pleased-to make sure Ruby was her's and her's alone. That her name would be the only one she would smile to, want to say countless times throughout the night, adore with so much awe, it would be unfathomable.

Pulling away from Ruby, she stood and stretched her arms up, yawning before she headed to the bathroom, scrunching her nose, "You taste the way it smells in here," she stated bluntly as she grabbed the tooth paste, put it on her finger, and started brushing her teeth. There were tooth brushes there but this wasn't exactly their apartment. Flor had found it had an open window last night and after a tiny bit of investigation, found out the family that lived there were on vacation for the next week. So why not? Steal an apartment for a few days, leave it a mess, then leave. After finishing, she came back out, still extremely nakkie, and looked at her from the doorway, "You want me, right?"

Did she doubt Ruby fully wanted her-of course. She was not a romantic. She was not the type to play those silly games. In the words of Lady Gaga: She had a halo round her finger around you. Plain and simple. She may play the innocent card, sensual card, dominant card. It didn't matter what part she played, she always liked to control others..."Because if you do, we have a problem."

A big problem. It would mean something possibly life changing for the Brazilian.

[ruby wilhelmina daniels]

Despite the affection that had been doled generously from the shallow pockets of Flor's invisible dress last night, she somehow still doubted the reality of her behavior; something slight and creepy slithered up her spine, watching as the other girl opened her eyes. This was wrong. Even past the fact that overnight, they'd ended up for free in Berlin (that was, she was assuming it was free, because frankly she had no recollection of what would have been a seventeen hour flight, and further, she couldn't remember paying for anything. She had no money to pay with to begin with), there were countless other variables she could find that were just wrong. Pushing her away as she kissed her, she frowned, turning to stare at the ceiling with a delicate sort of lilt to her previously ecstatic expression. Not until she could find a toothbrush.. or gum. Or something. “Where are we?” she questioned, eyes sliding closed. On her mad dash about the confines of their pseudo-house, she hadn't seen anything resembling life other than a cat, and even the animal looked sort of dead. “Like.. a hostel or something?” she couldn't remember sneaking through the window, she could only remember losing her shoe and laughing hysterically as a cigarette hung out of her mouth, and then barely making it out of the cold, the details of which remained fuzzy, before she was attacked by the other girl. She couldn't remember refusing her, either. A headache pulsed between her eyebrows, and she rubbed at it while the other girl got up to steal toothpaste. Unfortunately, she couldn't be fucked to get up and go fix her issues at the moment, so instead she remained poised like something out of a porn magazine, naked, sprawled, open for the public. Unwashed. “I feel like shit.” she stated, moaned rather, rolling onto her side and curling her knees to her chest, observing through the haze of a wicked hangover as Flor appeared once more from the depths of the bathroom, messy and lovely and long and naked. Very, very naked. A blush fell over her cheeks, eyes falling away from the perfect figure with a herculean effort.

“Yeah,” she said it with the sort of annoyance that plagued a child who'd failed to do well in school despite a large, large opposing attempt. This time, she pushed herself up slowly, curling her arms behind her and sliding up across the bed without fully elevating herself. The way her feet hit the floor made her cringe, and she gripped the side of the bed with whitened knuckles to keep herself from falling forwards. Fuck. “Yeah, I know.” with her foot, she pulled over a large t-shirt that very obviously wasn't hers, “Is there any pepto-bismol in there?” it had the ninja turtles on it. She tugged it on, ignoring the childish logo, hoping it was clean. Whoever lived here was a disgusting, dirty individual – there were piles of clothes from months ago, unclean dishes and bowls and plates and she didn't really care enough to fix the problem. Thankfully, she spied her underwear slung over a lamp, and, slowly getting to her feet, she tugged them on. Never one much for sensuality, she preferred the briefs that covered absolutely everything – the kind she could shuffle around the apartment in without raising suspicion from the other girls. Exhausted from the short walk, she flopped back into bed. Avoidance was her specialty. Usually. “Why is that such a problem?” she didn't open her arms for the other girl, yawning tiredly and allowing her gaze to fall closed once more, a slender arm falling over her eye lids like it would keep out the nausea and headache that threatened to fall into her once more, “Apart from the fact that we're in fucking Berlin, by ourselves, have no money and no identification and I can't find my phone and where the hell are we, anyway? Could you grab some advil while you're in there?” referring, of course, to the cubby hole that was the bathroom.

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[FLOR COSTA DU VALE]

She bit her lower lip when she replied affirmative, "You'll find out eventually," she tore her eyes away as she started digging around, tossing empty bottles, shaving cream, razors, whatever was in there that she didn't need, "We're in Berlin, Germany. My friend whose a flight attendant got us into some empty seats in first class. I didn't feel like fucking the hotel manager because I was busy starring at you so I chatted up a few people in the neighborhood and they said the family that was living here is on vacation and they left some window open so we came in through there. They won't be back for another week. Ah, here," she found some advil and tossed it to her, "Pepto will make you barf some more," she slipped out, grabbed a thin tank top from the floor and her tiny panties and slipped them on. Reaching her slender arm into a pile of clothing without much thought, she tossed her phone at her, "And your phone is right here," she said it all with an air of sophistication as if everything was like talking about planning some extravagant party of the century. Really it was just Flor being Flor-not caring.

Going into the kitchen, she rummaged through the contents before coming back into the bedroom with a bottle of water and another of beer, cracking open the beer for herself and giving her the water, "Oh, and you wouldn't shut up about wanting to come to Europe which is why we're here. You thought I couldn't get us on a flight." Not entirely true but not entirely a lie either. It was true that she kept talking about going to Europe but what wasn't true was her ever saying she doubted Flor's abilities. It was all part of her surreal world where some things that didn't happen did happen and she imagined they happened but those imaginations weren't true. It was what often lead to her orgasms during sex. She'd believe the person was doing one thing when they weren't and next thing that happened, they would think they were a sex God because she was moaning and groaning like they were the only person she could ever possibly want. Sad that she had to come up with such shit just to get off.

"And when we get to America," she grabbed some extremely tiny skirt and slipped it on before putting on the large heels she had on at the club originally, "I can't be with you," she put her hair up in a makeshift messy bun, "So we should have fun while here, right? Berlin is our garden. I got all the expenses covered," she did have the money...she just never spent it. It was all happily sitting fat in a savings account in the bank which she never touched. Maybe she'd spend it while they were in Germany. She didn't know what she was saving it for...It wasn't like she would ever need it anytime soon unless she wanted to go shopping. Reaching out, she grabbed her wrist gently and gave a small tug before walking back out toward the front door of the apartment, heels clicking on the wooden floors as if they were hollow, "Come on, maybe we'll get lucky and find a psycho Nazi or something," obviously-school was not her strong suit.

She just knew Germany had Nazi's at one point-but she didn't know anything about it, really. Obviously she wasn't smart when it came to the books. Street wise, though, this gal knew everything it didn't matter the language or what country she was in. The streets were the streets-the same concept universally.

[ruby wilhelmina daniels]

Most things didn't reach the level of importance that allowed them to infiltrate Ruby's mind, drag her to the ground level of annoyance and attention and payment. She had a peculiar habit of drifting through life with few attachments and fewer obligations; when the time came around for her to finally give something up, there was little to no hesitance in handing it over, and accepting things went much the same way. That process of mourning thing, with the steps – that was a lie, in her eyes, because she didn't frequently deny herself anything. She logically explained why things happened the way they did, and thus when she fell short of a mark or missed something by a couple of points, she was fine. Now was no exception.

Mostly.

Of anything that someone could do to aggravate her, responding cryptically to a simple question was one of the few things that pushed all of her buttons, all at once, and caused a violent upchuck of irritation and, frequently, anger; now was one of the lucky days when her temper took over and she could feel her ears turning a bright, flaming red as she withdrew the slender arm from her eyes, slitted, bloodshot eyes narrowing as they focused on the other girl. “No, tell me now.” almost all of her life had been spent living to please other people; she took care of her mother because she was a psycho bitch, she took care of her father because he couldn't do it himself, she took care of her siblings because they needed her, the stable one. When she went to high school, she was always something of the mother hen. She'd moved here, and suddenly taking care of her agent and what he wanted for her and whether or not he got paid... It was all on her. Everything. All the time. The pressure was enough to make her sick to her stomach, and even though she didn't work frequently, she found herself wondering all too often if it was enough to keep anyone but herself occupied, and hardly did it do that. She didn't need Flor's mysterious answers to solidify her ideas, to prove to her that what she was doing was wrong. Her mouth only fell in disgust further as she listened, heard what she, herself, had done without even caring. She might as well be arrested now, it would have the same effect.

The back of her throat burned, and she puked on the floor next to the bed before she could make it to the bathroom. There was no threat she could give that would make things all right, no dangerous implication that would keep Flor from doing as she pleased. She didn't know her well, but she understood enough to know that she always did what she pleased, without consequence, and Ruby didn't truly feel the urge to stand in the way of that. “Or don't.” she grabbed her phone, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and pulled a pair of boxer shorts from the nightstand drawer. They smelled clean, and she put them on over her underwear. She was halfway to the door before she turned, looking over a fragile shoulder, “I can't drop everything for you, not for just a weekend.” she'd tried, given herself over to the emotions that coursed so roughly through her thin veins, and now it was time to go back to reality. Berlin, she was sure, was a lovely city, but she couldn't handle the idea of staying at someone else's house while they were somewhere else, unaware she even existed. She wasn't a criminal. “I'm going to go call Jack and see if there's any work here, and if not, I'm going back,” at the door, she hunted for a pack of cigarettes in the small drawer of the table and found one, lighting it in the hallway and breathing out her first drag once she hit the street. Nausea plagued her every movement, controlling her with the strings that pushed her forwards and backwards, and she found she couldn't continue by the time she reached the first bench outside of the apartment building. First, she would finish her cigarette. Then, whatever comes.

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[FLOR COSTA DU VALE]

Flor didn't like annoying people.

Getting their attention was different from becoming an annoying itch on their hindquarters so when she noticed the emotion flicker like a happy flame through Ruby's eyes, she knew it was time to just pack up and get out. She wasn't going to become an annoying bitch to her. She'd rather tell her to fuck off which she would eventually do anyway. She waited a few moments before going outside to where she was at the bench and stood in front of her, sucking on her precious little cigarette with a vacant look in her eyes, "The problem is that you were just a fuck," stated bitterly toward her. She could feel the darkness overcome her as she took a drag and blew it off to the side, standing in that sort of bitchy way that people got when they were being defensive, "I annoy the shit out of you but you can't even let go of shit for one stupid minute and live a little. You'd rather stay anorexic and stuck in a shitty apartment full other twigs."

Flor wouldn't deny it. She didn't eat as much as she should because she usually only ate when someone was taking her out. Free food-who could deny that? But other than that, she remained so thin from all the calories she burned opening her legs to people all the time, "So fuck you and all you stand for," she gave her a sarcastic and devilish smile as she turned and started walking off, giving a wave over her head, "Didn't know Americans could be so damn uptight!"

She took another drag before continuing to walk-where to, she didn't care. That was the point of life, in her eyes. Top find all the discoveries, not sit on your ass and worry about work and if you would have a hang over the next day from drinking that last Long Island Iced Tea. It was better this way anyway. Flor liked her too much and that was the other problem but she wouldn't tell her that. She would just let her know she was nothing but a goal she needed to conquer whether she cared or not. Just accepting the world, like everyone seemed to, wasn't enough for Flor. She had to see, feel, hear, taste, experience everything and reep all the benefits the world had to offer from using a man for his money to using her body in order to gain money. She wasn't raised with siblings or even parents. She was raised by a lover who only ever had one thing on his mind and in turn, that type of mentality made it's way to her.

She was Flor Costa Du Vale and she'd rather be herself than Ruby Daniels any day.