Switch sat bitterly on top ofan old crate outside a small, out of the way odds-n-ends store. He wasn't having a good day. He'd lost practically all his money to Race, Spot and him had breifly beefed over bathroom privelages in the morning and now he seemed to be catching a cold.

"Fuck," he swore to himself as he coughed up a large whack of spit.

To top it all off, it was starting to get very cold.

"What are you going back here?"

Switch lifted his head to see an extreamly attractive asian girl standing in front of him. She had a crate similar to the one he was sitting on in her arms.

"Just sitting," Switch said. A year ago he would have sworn at her. Man he was such a sissy.

"If the manager sees you he'll probably chase you away with a broom," she said, smiling as she put her crate down. She had on an apron type deal with the odds-n-ends store symbol on it.

"You work here?" Switch asked, trying his hardest to make totally casual conversation. This girl was so pretty.

"Yea, shitty I know,"

"Nah, beats being a Newsie," Switch said, he felt really akward. He was biggining to wish he had a smoke or somthing to keep his fingers busy.

"So, do you hang out back here and sit on crates often?" the girl asked.

Switch blinked.

"Err, somtimes,"

"I havn't seen you before,"

"I get that a lot,"

"Awe, a good looking guy like you?" the asian girl continued to stack more crates, occasionally checking the lable.

"Uh..." Yup, he felt akward. He never would have felt akward before. Man, life really looks for ways to screw you over.

The girl finished stacking her crates and then headed back to the door. Before she went in she turned to face Switch.

"Wanna meet me back here at... nine-thirty-ish?"

Hell yes he did.

"Sure," Switch smiled and watched her head back inside.

Switch- 2
Bad Day- 0

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Switch was pretty sure he'd never been so on time before in his life. According to the rich snob he'd practically mugged to get the time, it was exactly nine-thirty. He stood in the back alley to the store, staring at the same crate he'd been sitting on earlier.

He stood around for a few more minutes, trying to be as casual as possible. A few minutes after that the cute asian stepped around the corner.

If Switch hadn't had a past of 'player-ism' and such his jaw might have dropped. The same girl he'd met earlier stood there in about the farthest thing from a store apron he'd ever seen.

There she stood in a navy blue, lacey, semi-see through, corsette type deal with black thighe length shorts. Tight shorts.

"Wow..." Switch realised he was breathing in little sips. The girl sauntered over, swaying her hips in a very practised manner.

"I'm Switch..." he managed to say before the girl was pressing herself onto him.

"Miro," she said quietly.

Switch tried not to groan out loud as he recieved a lap dance in a standing position. He didn't even think that was possible.

Miro's skilled hand's tickled Switch's chest through the fabric of his shirt. She unbottoned the three buttons at the top and kissed his breast bone.

Realising that he was being totally run by this girl, Switch began putting his own skills to work. The girls clothing was so tight there wasn't much in the way to take off so he did what any horny teenager would do.

"Touchy feely are we?" Miro said, laughing.

Switch grinned.

Miro continued to work her magic and Switch found it harder and harder to balance her dominance.

'Shit she's good' he thought to himself as her hands began to wander lower and lower.

"It's by donation," Miro giggled. Switch laughed a little despite himself but then his brow wrinkled.

"Huh?"

"The money," Miro said, slowing her movements.

"What money?"

"My fee,"

"Fee?"

Miro totally backed off. Switch shivered at the sudden loss of heat.

"You don't have any money?" She asked, looking slightly panic striken.

"No, I-"

Miro flung her arms in frustration, "This is half my night already!" Her eyes watering up, she turned around and stormed back out into the street, leaving Switch with a dawning realisation.

He hadn't noticed until now how skinny she was, like she didn't eat nearly as much as she should. And that outfit!

'You're an idiot' He told himself. Not too long ago he would have recongnized the hooker even without the saucy attitued and her fast actions.

'Such an idiot'

Mentally hitting himself he turned to go back to the lodging house. When he arrived back home there was a crowd around one of the sofas.

Walking in he was nearly bowled over by Mouse, running with a wad of ripped bedsheets.

"Use these for bandages!" she said, tossing them to Jack.

"What happened?" Switch asked. He didn't get an answer, but moving over to the sofa he saw for himself.

Sitting, side by side were Mush and a girl. Each beeling perfously from mulitple spots. Switch noticed a deep purple, slighty yellow bruise on Mush's jaw and many, many bruises all over the girl.

Mush raised his head when Switch walked over, their eyes met.

Ironic in a sense...

The last time Mush had bruises like this it was because of him.

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