None of this belongs to me. Was inspired while being deathly bored and watching the 1993 movie 'Bad Girls'. This fic is a bout a band of four women (Charlotte, Ana-Lucia, Shannon, and Kate) who are wanted criminals in the late 1800's of Western America. They are on the run, and they move from town to town taking what jobs they can, most typically as whores at the local saloons and brothels. What they did will be revealed in the chapters to come. Hope you enjoy!!
Fandom: LOST
Rating: R (some chapters maybe less, some maybe more.)
Wicked little girls, kissed the boys and made them cry You think that I'm a lady? You think that I won't fight? I'm the high pimpstress, I'm honeybrown
Raisin' double trouble every time we pass them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock em up tight
I'll make your eyes shine like a liliqoi moonlit night whoa oh
You think you're my one and only, only?
Sophisticated Yoni told me:
"You gots to love livin' while you livin' or you won't love life"
I'm the baddest bitch to ever hit this town
Cornbread woman, yo ho and a bottle of yum
I'm gonna have a party with my body, do ya wanna come?
Well alright
Dark green eyes flashed from behind a fan of cards. Loose brown curls framed the freckled face behind them. A wry grin revealed a smug smile.
"Raise," she said, dropping two 100 dollar value chips in the pile in the center of the table.
All around music played, drinks were served, and men made their way up to the rooms that lined the second story of the small, smoke-filled saloon.
"You're bluffing," a haggard voice declared from across the table.
"Am I?" the woman asked with a raised eyebrow, as her grin returned. "You willin' to bet your Remington on that?"
The man growled, arrogantly flashing a near toothless grin. He matched her bet and called. The cards went down, and what ensued was a spew of cursing and the handing over of a rifle to a common whore.
"I appreciate the gun, Sawyer," she smiled, polishing it with the lacy sleeve of her gown.
"I'm sure you do, Kitty. Maybe you'll give me a chance to..." he took a step closer, smiling suggestively, "persuade you to -- "
"JAMES FORD!" an angry voice called from the balcony upstairs.
"Aww hell," the man groaned. Kate chuckled, slinging the rifle over her shoulder.
"'Less you wanna lose the few teeth you got left, I suggest you get up there." Indicating with a nod. Then she turned and walked away, laughing all the while.
The man sighed, putting his hat on and heading for the stairs. Once he had reached the upper level, he was greeted by a very unhappy-looking latina in a frilly red dress.
"Miss Lucy," he greeted, lifting his hat.
WHAM. Her fist connected with his jaw, a glare ever present on her face.
"DAMMIT WOMAN!" he swore, rubbing his jaw. "The hell's that for?"
"You still haven't paid me," she hissed.
"Damn, I didn't realize you minded so much, Lucy." He flashed a grin. "Never did complain when I was broke before. In fact I seem to recall you given' me a few free rides..."
WHACK! She punched him again, growling this time. "I want my money, Ford," she growled into his ear.
Sawyer rubbed his very sore jaw, giving a low angry look to the woman. "Well why don't you ask Miss Kitty down there? She just took all my damn money. Got my gun too."
Ana looked down below to a proudly grinning Kate, who waved at her, sporting her new rifle. Turning her attention back to the man, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down to her level and staring him down. "You got two days." She released him with a shove and pushed past him, walking down stairs.
"Yes Ma'am," he said, watching her ass as she walked away, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He grabbed his hat, and walked downstairs and out of the bar.
Behind the bar, a tall, leggy blonde in a short, French-style pink dress poured drinks. She had been watching the whole spectacle with great amusement as she bartended and flirted with all the patrons. Flagging down Lauren to serve the latest round, she scurried out from behind the bar and over to the table in the corner where her three comrades sat. She plopped herself down in the lap of Kate, pecking her cheek. "So I see Ana still has a thing for Sawyer..." She giggled uncontrollably. Halting as Ana glared bullets at her.
"Not funny." Ana growled, downing a shot of whiskey.
"Don't mind her..." Kate said. "She's just jealous he can't keep his eyes offa me." Shannon giggled again at this, quieting at the further deadly glares she received from Ana.
"I think you're all fools for getting attached," a cold voice spoke from the corner. As she leaned forward into the lantern light, her tight red curls and icy blue eyes looked at each of them. "We have to keep a low profile." Turning to look at Kate. "No more 'Kevins'." She ran a hand through her hair. "Last report was the Pinkertons were looking for us in Silver City." She sighed heavily. "Won't be long before they look here, and when they do, we need to be long gone." She stood, looking out at the crowded saloon. "We're wanted women, ladies. Can't be too careful."
With that, she left them and headed up the steps and into one of the many rooms, along with a traveling colonel.
Thank you for reading and please review!! I ship almost every ship and Other losties will be appearing in every chapter. Not just Sawyer ;).
Song lyrics Credited to Esthero.