Chapter 2:A Little Trendy
(the day after the day after the party: 8:00am)
"Kid...kid...wake up..." Vercetti said as he tapped Moda hard on her shoulder. She groaned, refusing to stir so he stopped for a moment. 'God, she's like...a fucking angel...' he thought then tried to wake her again. "Get up, kid!"
Moda's eyes flashed open and stared hard at him. "WHAT?" she asked, releasing her harsh morning breath into the air. Tommy waved his hand around.
"Woof! Am I s'posed to be able to smell that all the way over here?" he asked sarcastically. She exhaled buried herself in the covers again then Tommy started walking away. "Well, I suppose if you don't want a little allowance...okay..."
Moda immediately sat up, eyes wide, bright and full of sleep crust in the corners. She grinned. "Allowance?"
"Yeah, seeing as how I have to 'work' today and I didn't want you to be bored but...never mind..." he said.
"Nonononono! That's okay, I am going to be bored so can I have the cash?"
"Alright..." Tommy dug in the pocket of his jeans and fished out $2000 in cash. He gave it to his 'angel'. She smiled, hugged and thanked Tommy. "Treat yourself to new gun, kid..." he smirked then exited the room.
Tommy went downstairs to exit the house but on the way, he stopped in the den (A/N: the room to the far right as soon as you go in the house) to find Claude asleep on the couch, using his jacket as a blanket. He snatched it off and threw the jacket in his face, waking him from another peaceful sleep. Claude wrestled against the jacket to remove it from his face to find Tommy kneeling above him.
"Get up! Moda's going shopping today so make sure you do your job, punk..." he said. Claude rolled his eyes and watched Vercetti exit the house from the couch. Following orders, he got up, stretched a little, then decided to explore the house a little in search of the nearest bathroom.
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Moda was in her bathroom, showering and pampering herself with fragrant soaps, sprays, hair products and lotions. Figuring since Tommy was gone and she paid no mind to the possibility of Claude bursting through her bedroom door, she came out the bathroom, completely nude.
She waltzed over to her walk-in closet, using several remote controls to turn on her stereo which was playing the Espantoso radio station which Tommy often listened to when they drove together so of course, she grew attatched to it as well.
"Maracaibo! Da-da-daaaaaaa-da-da..." she sang along with Beny More' as she happily picked out an outfit. She decided to be a little trendy today.
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In the meantime, Claude was distracted from his journey by the sound of authentic Spanish music. He listened closely with his ears and attempted to investigate for the source of the sound. He eventually came outside a door...Moda's door. Without knocking, he slowly pushed it open and stepped inside. He gasped loudly to see his...uncle's daughter...his new cousin...buck-naked...dancing the salsa.
Moda gasped as well and turned around sharply to see Claude standing there, wide-eyed and paralyzed. She hadn't heard him come in for the door was so new, it didn't even creak yet.
"AIEEEEEEEEE!" she screeched and began to pelt her cousin with various small objects in sight until he finally backed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Still wide-eyed and shocked, lil' Claude slumped down against the wall of the hallway, a little embarrassed. Seconds later, he started laughing to himself.
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'What in the hell just happened? Did he just see me naked?" Moda thought. She took this time to finally put on some underwear and socks. She did her usual ritual of checking herself in the mirror.
Deciding to be a little more fashionable today than usual, she put on a white pleated miniskirt with thick black diagonal stripes. She put on a white, close-fitting tunic tanktop (A/N: a tunic in this case is basically like a baby tee except longer) with some thick, baggy, black leg-warmers and her black Chuck Taylor Converse sneakers. She put on a little mascara, eyeliner and blush but nothing dramatic. She tied her silky, non-poofy 80s hair into a mid side-ponytail with a pair of solid-white spheres on a black rubberband. (A/N: aka "bo-bos")
Moda, statisfied once again with her appearance, opened her bedroom door to see Claude sitting on the floor against the hallway wall still laughing to himself.
"Shut up..." she sneered. He stood up and looked at her, trying to find a way to explain himself without speaking. He got just the idea and reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a toothbrush. He waved it in Moda's face.
"So...you were just looking for a bathroom?" she asked. He looked at her apologetically trying not to burst out laughing. She smiled and pointed to the bathroom in her room, allowing him to use it.
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After about fifteen minutes, the kids were standing outside the house. Moda stood with her index finger and thumb on her chin as she pondered about which car she'd take downtown today. Eventually she chose the white Infernus despite the fact she had her own car just for this purpose. She figured it'd 'match' her ensemble so she chose it.
She started the car and drove from Starfish Island, heading downtown and trying to avoid any Haitains. They finally made it downtown and the sign of a small boutique had caught her eye. 'Marcy D's' it said. She found the nearest parking lot and thankfully it was secluded because a white Infernus was not a very common car to be seen downtown or anywhere in Vice City for that matter and everyone knew who it belonged to.
"You got two choices..." she said to Claude while getting out the car. "You can come inside and watch me shop for hours, or you can sit in this car and bake at ninety degrees because I'm taking the keys to the car and Tommy can kick yo' ass for leaving me unattended..." He thought about it for a few seconds then got out the car. At least it would be air-conditioned inside.
End Chapter
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