Red stood, large and proud of their victory, watching the doors close on Pornstache being dragged out of their lives.
"Let's go. You're done here."
The buzzing of the doors, which then clicked shut behind the officers, foreshadowed the mutters, murmurs and mumbles, coupled with Dayanara's breath, of disbelief. Having had the incessant ramblings of a madman cut short, Red shook her head in scorn. All around, the women began to sway away, back to normal, and scatter. Behind, a small swell of gossipers parted to allow Healy through as he wandered down the stairs and stumbled onto the scene of the retreating gatherings. Looking to his right and, having missed the iconic showdown, he saw Red, standing ahead, watching the path to the outside world. He aimed over, hoping to find some conversation along the way, at which point almost fell over Nichols, the one with the hair he thought, as she and Morello, the one with the lipstick, cut in front.
Nicky slapped her hand down genially, "You happy now?" she joked.
Red nodded and, "Yes, thank god!" she smirked aloud. "Now I won't have to put up with him slapping my ass or pissing in the Thanksgiving gravy!"
Healy screeched to a halt beside her, "What did-"
Red twitched her head to him in surprise, but another outburst sounded louder than his, "-Wait, what?!" Murphy yelped, pulling all of their attentions to her horrified face.
Red pushed ahead and clutched Gina's shoulders, "Oh no, no, no, honey."
"But you said -"
"-That was after you tasted it, honey, I swear." Healy flinched as Nichols and Morello both nodded along, furiously, the wild hair flicking up and down at his eyes.
"Let's go to commissary, huh?" Red, all but tugging Gina along with her, tucking the girl under her arm, "Get you some candy, my treat!"
Healy stared blankly at their backs, and telling himself that Pornstache was a lucky man, even now. If he had known that that little mustachioed shit had even so much as looked at Red's ass, let alone slapped it.