all we are is dust ( gloria )

[ZANDER THOMAS CROSS]

How exactly do you pick a prostitute to take back to a bedroom? Zander had never, ever, paid for sex before. Not with money. Sometimes alcohol, but that wasn't the same as handing over two hundred dollar bills to some broad who you don't know. It was like trying to pick your first car- you had to select it so it was both nice on the outside, and well functioning under the hood. Only, the difference between Zander buying a car and a girl for the night, as that he could look under the hood on a car he wanted to buy. He couldn't quite get access to whatever girl's "hood" he had chosen without paying up. Hell, if it was up to him, he wouldn't even be doing this. He would've went to some club, had a few drinks, and just waited for either someone to show interest in him, or for him to show interest in her. But no. Zander wasn't in that kind of mood. What he was in the mood for wasn't simple to get. Completely no strings-attached sex was hard to come by. And, apparently, the only way to find a girl who was completely alright with that, was if you paid money for the sex. Being who he was, and working two jobs, Zander knew he had the money for it. Considering he was verging on almost two weeks without sex, Zander was taking drastic measures into his hands.

Pushing his keys into his pocket, he exited his mid-1970s Chevrolet Chevelle Malibu, green eyes glancing around. He had his gun on him, of course, pushed into the back of his jeans, but that didn't mean he was safe around here. He hadn't made a habit of showing his face around the Redlight District, so it wasn't a surprise to him that some of the girls waiting to be talked to let their eyes wander. It was flattering, but from the looks of them, they seemed to be way over-used, and could carry just about any sexually transmitted disease known to man. Instead of stopping, he continued moving, making it clear that he wasn't interested in trying to find out if they were clean or not. They seemed a little disappointed, but Zander kept himself moving, his eyes scoping out. He continued to walk until he reached a corner, and someone clearing their throat caught his attention. Arching a brow, he turned to glance over his shoulder, his eyes falling on a young woman who didn't look to be older than twenty-five.

Looking her over, Zander's head tilted, and he gave her a lopsided grin. "Were you clearing your throat to get my attention, or because you've caught a cold with how much clothing you seem to wear?"

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word count; 464
notes; HIS SEXY CAR! sorry, it's a rough start.
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[GLORIA NIGHT]

This was becoming something of a habit now.

Sighing, Gloria shifted her weight onto her other leg - as ever, she was wearing stupidly high heels and too much pressure on one for too long killed her feet. The young Turpis assassin was leaning against a wall enclosed in the Redlight District. It was the same wall she'd been leaning against for the last hour or so, and the same one she leat against whenever she felt like this. Gloria wasn't a prostitute. Nope, she was just... bored. And this didn't seem like a bad way to pass the time - getting paid to get laid? Gloria giggled at the rhyme. She'd do anything for money - the sex was just an added bonus.

Glancing around at the other girls - call girls, prostitutes, whatever you wanted to call them - Gloria ran a hand through her blonde hair and shifted her weight again. No matter how many kicks she got out of this 'hobby', there was no escaping the crippling boredom that preluded the fun. How did the others stand this every single fucking day? Gloria pulled her phone out of her small bag - not something she normally carried, but there were no pockets in the incredibly short skirt she was wearing and she didn't really want to shove it in her bra like she'd seen some of the other gang members do... After flicking through the contacts, deciding against calling Skip and/or Daddy and replacing the phone back in the bag, Gloria finally spotted the light at the end of the tunnel.

Or, more accurately, the guy at the end of the alley. Gloria straightened up slightly. Well. She hadn't been here very long, but she had definately never seen this guy before. Clearly the other girls hadn't either... Gloria shifted her weight again and watched as the new guy made his way down the alley. Didn't seem interested in any of the extremly used sluts further up. Oh, hello, he was coming up to her now. Gloria grinned, then gave a small cough. Yup, that got his attention. "Were you clearing your throat to get my attention, or because you've caught a cold with how much clothing you seem to wear?"

Gloria gave a giggle and hopped up onto the nearby bin. Oh, sweet relief. Why hadn't she done this before? Anyway... "Oh..." She giggled, making a point of crossing her long legs. Gloria tilted her head and looked at the guy. "You decide."

Tagged: Zander
Word count: 428
Notes: Will sort header out when I have more time
Credits Nothing to credit right now xD