Classy vs. Trashy

On one fine evening in the nice side of town, Clara Roberts is getting home from a long day at work. All she wants to do is sit down with her husband and watch a recording of Jeopardy with a glass of pinot noir. She is the youngest member of her firm aging in at 26. She was recently put in charge to plan and supervise a charity ball and that task is both very stressful and fun at the same time. When Clara stepped into her apartment, she stepped out of her heels, hung her burberry jacket on the coat rack and gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. She quickly went to the bathroom to remove the clothes she had been wearing all day and slip into something more comfortable. She removed the pearls her mother had given to get with she turned 18 as well as loosened her long sunburst hair from its bun. Clara took a quick shower and changed into her sleepwear. She walked to the kitchen to get a glass of wine and snuggled into the couch with Mr. Roberts. He smiled at her and pressed play to the recent episode of Jeopardy. On the other side of town, long after Mr. and Mrs. Roberts had fallen asleep, Tina Clerks, or as she is better known by, Cherry Pie, staggers along the street leading to the alley where her dealer is waiting. She didn’t think 7 inch heels would hurt so much to walk in. Today was her 26th birthday and she decided to treat herself with a new outfit. She wore a tight and short red dress with matching heels as well as sporting bright red lipstick. As she continued to stumble towards the dark alley she ran her hand down her dress feeling the cheap fabric get slightly caught on her rough palms. She felt the itch again. It has been too long since she had her last fix. About a whole 12 hours. That was too long for Cherrys standards. She took a swig from her flask of jagermeister that she fished out of her purse. When she finally reached the alley way, her dealer, better known as Snake Eyes, took one look at her and laughed, “Cherry baby, you are seriously living up to your name.” Cherry gave him a dirty look and mumbled something vulgar terms which she calls Snake constantly and demanded for 5 grams. Snake took out a small baggie of what she wanted. As she held her hand out to grab it Snake pulled back and held out an empty hand and rubbed his thumb against his middle and first finger. Cherry took out a small wad of bills and smacked it against his chest. Snake called her a few names and threw the baggie at her as he counted the money. Cherry quickly turned and walked away trying to get home as soon as possible so that she can rail up.

Of all days my car breaks down, it just HAS to be today. Clara felt annoyed that her Mercedes won’t turn on today. This can only mean one thing. Clara needs to take the train. She was grateful that the train was empty and she could sit down and read her book. across from her she saw a girl about her age in all red. Wow, that is an unnecessary amount of red. What an eye sore. Plus she won’t stop twitching. What is wrong with her? Cherry couldn’t seem to stop shaking her leg. She was anxious to meet up with Snake again. The girl in front of her was irritating her. Ugh why is she constantly staring at me? I am seconds away from going up to her and smacking her. Why is this train taking so long? Clara glanced again at the girl in red and saw that she was starting to look slightly annoyed. Clara was starting to get nervous and quickly put her sunglasses on. Maybe she won't notice that i'm looking at her if i have these on. Cherry was not amused. Does she really think shes slick? Hmph. Clara quickly got up as it was finally her stop and ran out the train. Strange girl. Cherry stared at woman with the evil eye. Nosy slut.