We're the people on the street.
We're the litter on the breeze.
We're trash, me and you.
-The Mountain Goats, "Trash"
"You can stare all ya want at him, Miss Priss, but it won't do a damn thing."
"I hope your drunk, Mugen." If he was, then he wouldn't remember tomorrow her pouting at the diamond on Jin's back as he swept aside a cheap red curtain, following a swan necked whore into a darkened room.
"Not drunk enough." He took another swig out of bottle of some Western liquor. The brown liquid burbled over the mouth of the bottle and dripped down his chin, landing in petal shaped stains on his shirt.
"Ugh," Fuu scoffed, "You're scum." She shook her head, but kept her eyes trained on the red curtain that was still swaying in the frame. Mugen disengaged his mouth from the bottle with a loud pop.
"Yeah, bitch? Then what are you?" He took another swig and wiped his mouth on a grimy sleeve.
"Ex-cuse me-"
"You can call me scum all you fucking want, but guess what, Princess, but me and you got a lot more and common then you wanna think."
"Oh please. You're delusional."
Mugen grinned drunkenly and pushed his face right in hers. Fuu winced and jerked back a little, but Mugen grabbed her wrist tightly in his long fingers. He smelled like alcohol His eyelids were drooping a little, but his eyes were as alert as ever. She hated when he was like this.
"Mugen…"
"You can stare at that mincing bushido boy all you want, but yer not anywhere close to him. See, four-eyes there, he's different from us. He grew up in a nice fucking house with a nice fucking family and prolly coulda gotten a nice fucking job working for Daddy and marry some nice piece of ass and still have time to play hide the tanto with the maids."
"Hmph!" Mugen grimaced and jerked her closer.
"But us? We didn't get that. We got shit. We steal, we lie, we scrounge in the fucking dirt. He got handed to him on a platter. That's why he's high fucking class and we're shit. So if you think letting him poke at ya will make you any better, then go right ahead."
"Mugen! You're-"
"What? Trash? Here's a secret, sweet cheeks." He pushed his unshaven cheek against her smooth one. His lips pressed against her ear, puffing out hot, bitter breath. "So are you."
A/N Mugen is so crass it makes me blush. And trust me, I've made Sarah Silvermen look like a nun. Oh speaking of crass, let me whore my livejournal. It's pandadelilah. Hit me up.