At the Car Wash

[maddy_ricks]

I'M BROKE. LET ME WASH YOUR WHEELS. $4.

Maddy painted the words on a sandwich board and set up shop at the gas station. For a percentage of her profits, the manager allowed her to hook a water hose up to the faucet. She set up a station with buckets, soap, Windex, wet and dry towels and a cash box. On a steady diet of Slushees and hot dogs, she scrubbed cars until sundown in a bikini top, torn jeans, and a baseball cap.

"Anything for a buck," she muttered as she pocketed a few sweaty dollars and checked the time.

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[maddy_ricks]

"Fraying Nerves," said Maddy. She thought about the bag boy at her neighborhood grocery store. Would she fondle him? No. He looked like Boy George's less attractive brother, a negative quality that looked even worse when paired with an apron and rubber-soled shoes. She puffed on the battered cigarette. "I wanted to name it the Cum-Twats, but I was overruled. You like rock 'm roll?"

[tiny_dancer81]

"The Cum-Twats?"

Theresa was laughing when she said it, and she was beginning to decide that she could like this one a little. "Yeah, I like to hit this club called the Funhouse. They only have DJs, not live bands, but it's still pretty cool."

Maybe she would put a blue streak in her hair, something really bright. There was a salon near her apartment, she could check it out. "I'm Theresa," she said impulsively, putting out her small hand for the other brunette to shake.

[maddy_ricks]

"Maddy," she said, shaking it. Her still-drying hand was the same temperature as Theresa's. "I've been there. It's okay. Awesome drinks if you don't mind moving into a cardboard box, just so you can pay your tab."

But that was the way with Vegas. She wished locals could carry some kind of residency card to get discounts.

"You like to dance? I try but I look like a retarded sea monkey."