Ricky ran a hand through his knotted hair as he walked toward the street light. Where he had been sitting before had gotten to dark, and Ricky despised the dark. The dark gave him dark thoughts. Thoughts that he didn't enjoy.

As he stepped closer and closer to the street lamp, he noticed a few women. 'Oh, no...' Ricky thought as he made his way under the lamp. He was at the corner. Those women, well... They were prostitutes.

Bleached blonde hair, flashy makeup, short skirts, fishnets and six-inch stilettos practically stamped "whore for hire" on their foreheads. Ricky felt uncomfortable. 'How can they dress like that in such cold weather?' He asked himself as he sat down with his sign.

Traffic had slowed down, so there were only maybe three cars passing by in a span of five minutes. Ricky shivered and clutched to his hoodie.

"Hey, kid. What are you doing out here?" One of the women asked in a raspy voice. Ricky noticed a cigarette in her hand. God, he hadn't had a drag in ages..

"I-I'm homeless.." Ricky replied, hanging his head. "I have no money, no food.." The dry air hurt his throat when he spoke, and puffs of white escaped his mouth.

"Awh, Sugar..." The woman sighed quietly. "We'll fix ya up. Right, girls?"

Ricky hadn't paid much attention to the other two women who followed up with "right!" Ricky found it odd that they were being so friendly towards him.

"I'm gonna need to take out your lip rings, Pumpkin. Boys don't like that." The leader of the three told him.

Ricky shook his head and moved away. "No. I like my piercings. I don't care what boys like. I don't like boys."

The woman chuckled and crouched down to his level. "You're gonna have to learn to. You're adorable, and if we're lucky, Sitkowski might drive down. You'd love him."

"Don't tell me what I will and won't love." Ricky snapped. "I'm cold, lonely, hungry, and I'm not up for your bullshit, lady."

"Damn. Feisty one. Sitkowski is gonna love you." She smirked, reaching in her bag and pulling out a black eyeshadow. "C'mere and let me pretty you up."

'Well, I have no choice.' Ricky moved closer to the woman, allowing her to "pretty him up", as she said.

After a few minutes of the crazy bitch muttering to herself and patting makeup into Ricky's face, she finished. The only downside...

"I don't have a mirror, Hon'. You look fine, I promise." She said quietly, though Ricky didn't believe her.

So far, this night was turning out to be shit. Complete and utter shit.

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Hey new story. Shorter updates, around 500-700 words (if I actually keep shit consistent). Uhm, yeah...
-Ricky