It was raining outside. Once again. Every night that we were out waiting here it would rain. The tavern was full of laughter and angry roaring voices. Suddenly a man was
thrown out of the bar and into the mud, splashing it on us. Keeley yowled like a cat in discomfort. Honestly, only she would give up our position.
"Stay quiet would ya?" I whispered.
"But Rosie, it's cold!" She whined. I winced at the use of my name. Honestly, it's like she didn't know who my father was at all. I took after him while she took after her
mother, Giselle. I didn't even want to take her but Giselle and my mother insisted. My mother wanted to be rid of me because I wasn't a blonde, airheaded bimbo like
Keeley and Giselle sent her off because she thought that it would be a good experience for her to see her father. Also, she wanted Keeley to give our father a message.
Her face is still purple from the last time she asked me to remind her what the message was.
"I told ya to stop callin' me that!" I hissed at her.
"But why Rosie? It's ya name. What else am I supposed to call ya?" I thought for a minute before repyling.
"If anyone asks, my name's Harley." I told her. She nodded before a confused expression covered her face.
"Ros- Harley?" I nodded for her to continue. "What's my name gonna be?"
"What?"
"My name. What should it be?"
"Why do you need a new name?" I asked.
"Well your's sounds so mysterious, so fun and mine is just Keeley." She replied. I looked at her like she had gone mad. I feared that she had. She looked at me with her
big blue eyes. I sighed.
"What do ya want ya name to be?" I asked submissively. Her face broke into a bright smile before once again falling into a frown of confusion. Even her blonde hair
seemed to sag in the obvious dissapointment she was feeling.
"Ros- Harley?"
"What now Keels?" I asked.
"I dunno what to call myself."
"That is rather unfortunate." I replied sarcastically.
"Harley! Give me a name!" she exclaimed loudly.
"Bloody hell, ya don't need a new name Keeley, it's fine!" I yelled. "Damn it, now ya made me give our position away."
"Harley."
"WHAT?" I yelled.
"Why're we hidin' in the first place?"
Suddenly it dawned on me. Why WERE we hiding? We had to find our father, who had never met us. He was probably in there, getting pissed off his arse. Why the HELL
were we out here? I pulled Keeley up off the ground and led her inside the tavern.
