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Title: Passport
Fandom: Original (Miranda & Pearl)
Prompt: Prompt 421 - Passport
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Miranda pushed open the door of an underground bar. The light was dim inside and Pearl could see particules of dust dancing in the room. It seemed a fog had invaded this place casting eering shadow on every figure.
Miranda pushed open the door of an underground bar. The light was dim inside and Pearl could see particules of dust dancing in the room. It seemed a fog had invaded this place casting eering shadow on every figure.
"Are you sure about this?" Pearl took an hesistant step in.
"Trust me, it'll be fine."
"Couldn't Jack or Richard have done this for us?"
"Probably," Miranda admitted. "But where would have been the fun in that." She grabbed her friend's hand and jerked her inside the bar.
The door of the bar slammed shut behind Pearl and she coughed. The only air to breath suddenly feeling putrefied and vile. She held on to her friend's hand a little tighter. Miranda was dragging her deeper into the room. There were a mixture of men and women around, all with a glass of alcohol in their hands and most of them emanating a stench of dirt, dampness and grim. She wanted to vomit at each inspiration she took.
Miranda stopped. Unable to stop in time, Pearl bumped into her. "And this is my clumsy friend Pearl." She gently brought the other girl forward. She was now facing a woman with long curly red hair that seem to swim around her upper body. Her piercingly green eyes were examining Pearl intently. She blew a streak of smoke from her cigarette towards Pearl before turning her attention back to Miranda.
"You've been keeping secret from me."
"Every woman has to have some," Miranda teased.
The other woman nodded. "What do you want for this delicious secret." The woman bent forward, taking a closer look to the newcomer. Pearl involuntarily took a step closed to Miranda, gripping her hand hard. "Easily scared... I see..."
"She's just new in town." Miranda laced her arm around Pearl's shoulder. She felt suddenly protected and safe.
"So I guess she needs a passport."
"And you're the best in the trade."
"You never visit me just to say hello," the woman feigned to be hurt.
"Business is all I know."
"So... is this young girl business?" The woman arched an eyebrow.
"It's complicated. And I still need a passport."
The woman rose to her feet. She came close to the two visitors and gently carressed Pearl face. Pearl swallowed hard and forced herself not to run away.
"Too bad. She would have done well in the trade with such a milky skin. Are you sure she is not business?"
"Positive." Miranda slapped the other woman's hand away. She laughed as she shifted her gaze to Miranda. "I see," she laughed. "Well then, back to our transaction. It'll be the usual price." She extended her hand.
Miranda let go of Pearl's shoulder for an instant to dig into her pocket. She got a small pile of bank notes out and laid it in the woman's hand. The woman quickly counted how much was now in her possession and nodded.
"To the exact dime. You'll have your passport ready by Monday."
"I would expect no less." Miranda took Pearl's hand back in hers and started to walk away.
"Bring you friend again. We'll have drinks together."
"You wish," Miranda shouted over her shoulders.
Pearl heard the other woman laugh again as they departed.
Fandom: Original (Miranda & Pearl)
Prompt: Prompt 421 - Passport
Warnings: N/A.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Miranda pushed open the door of an underground bar. The light was dim inside and Pearl could see particules of dust dancing in the room. It seemed a fog had invaded this place casting eering shadow on every figure.
Miranda pushed open the door of an underground bar. The light was dim inside and Pearl could see particules of dust dancing in the room. It seemed a fog had invaded this place casting eering shadow on every figure.
"Are you sure about this?" Pearl took an hesistant step in.
"Trust me, it'll be fine."
"Couldn't Jack or Richard have done this for us?"
"Probably," Miranda admitted. "But where would have been the fun in that." She grabbed her friend's hand and jerked her inside the bar.
The door of the bar slammed shut behind Pearl and she coughed. The only air to breath suddenly feeling putrefied and vile. She held on to her friend's hand a little tighter. Miranda was dragging her deeper into the room. There were a mixture of men and women around, all with a glass of alcohol in their hands and most of them emanating a stench of dirt, dampness and grim. She wanted to vomit at each inspiration she took.
Miranda stopped. Unable to stop in time, Pearl bumped into her. "And this is my clumsy friend Pearl." She gently brought the other girl forward. She was now facing a woman with long curly red hair that seem to swim around her upper body. Her piercingly green eyes were examining Pearl intently. She blew a streak of smoke from her cigarette towards Pearl before turning her attention back to Miranda.
"You've been keeping secret from me."
"Every woman has to have some," Miranda teased.
The other woman nodded. "What do you want for this delicious secret." The woman bent forward, taking a closer look to the newcomer. Pearl involuntarily took a step closed to Miranda, gripping her hand hard. "Easily scared... I see..."
"She's just new in town." Miranda laced her arm around Pearl's shoulder. She felt suddenly protected and safe.
"So I guess she needs a passport."
"And you're the best in the trade."
"You never visit me just to say hello," the woman feigned to be hurt.
"Business is all I know."
"So... is this young girl business?" The woman arched an eyebrow.
"It's complicated. And I still need a passport."
The woman rose to her feet. She came close to the two visitors and gently carressed Pearl face. Pearl swallowed hard and forced herself not to run away.
"Too bad. She would have done well in the trade with such a milky skin. Are you sure she is not business?"
"Positive." Miranda slapped the other woman's hand away. She laughed as she shifted her gaze to Miranda. "I see," she laughed. "Well then, back to our transaction. It'll be the usual price." She extended her hand.
Miranda let go of Pearl's shoulder for an instant to dig into her pocket. She got a small pile of bank notes out and laid it in the woman's hand. The woman quickly counted how much was now in her possession and nodded.
"To the exact dime. You'll have your passport ready by Monday."
"I would expect no less." Miranda took Pearl's hand back in hers and started to walk away.
"Bring you friend again. We'll have drinks together."
"You wish," Miranda shouted over her shoulders.
Pearl heard the other woman laugh again as they departed.