The Only Ten I See

[Cassidy Fox]

Memphis, Tennessee. Now, Cassidy didn’t have much travel experience, but it was the most boring place she’d ever visited. And the only other place she’d been in was New York, which she also hated, so that was saying something. That Memphis sucked or Cassidy was a pessimist who hated everything. In reality, it was probably a little of both.



Cassidy had flown down to Memphis to complete a job. Her employer had even paid for the plane tickets, some rich guy who wanted some ‘antique’ machines to be fixed up, but was too cheap to buy new parts. Cassidy managed to fix it up, but it probably wouldn’t last two years with its old parts. Long enough that it didn’t look like Cassidy did bad handiwork, but short enough that he’d probably call her again. He’d have to pay for parts next time though, not that Cassidy had said any of this to him. This way she got paid for two jobs instead of one.



However, she was quite the specialist, and had finished about two days before her plane was set to leave for New York. She’d been staying in some hotel, it wasn’t no five star resort but at least it had no roaches. She’d also have to fly coach. Like she’d said, the guy was rich but cheap.



So, Cassidy had time to kill. She’d visited the Graceland museam, and found it incredibly tacky and too hyped up. Now she was beginning to browse the town, perhaps find a good bar with a bartender who’d be fooled by her fake ID.

[Pandora]

Nashville had been more fun than Memphis for sure, but this city wasn't so bad either. Pandora decided to give it a shot since she really had only heard about the crime. Not that it was really a bad thing. If anything she might fit in more. Either way, here she was, looking for this damn bar a local had told her about.

Pandora had decided to travel alone yet again. Her 20th birthday was coming up and all it seemed to do was remind her how much things sucked. Almost 20, and still hadn't gotten her revenge on the bastard.

Before she entered the bar, the girl checked her cell phone. No new messages.

She didn't try to bring attention to herself, but there were already eyes on her as she went inside. Her clothing choice for the day was a pair of dark green jean shorts with black tights underneath, and a thick strapped black and white tank top with an image of a tiger on it.

The nineteen year old made her way to one of the open bar stools, ordered a strong drink with her fake ID, and ignored everything else at the moment.

[Cassidy Fox]

Cassidy was certainly an interesting girl. People tended to turn and look, and some of the especially conservative ones would tell her off. Today, despite her stylishly spiked pink and white hair, her outfit wasn’t too extreme. She had a striped, form-fitting tank top, with a loose but see through long sleeved shirt on top, and some leather shorts, decorated with studs. Sure, the shorts were pretty damn short, but the girl could do worse. Oh, and of course, she had accessories to top it off and rainbow-coloured nails.

Anyhow, Cassidy eventually found a sketchier part of town where the only people staring were potential rapists. Strangely enough, this made Cassidy feel better. The teenager, who had only turned nineteen last February, was used to bumming it out with homeless people, sleeping in her car, or residing in other scary areas of the neighbourhood. She knew how to take care of herself.

Anyhow, in this darker area of Memphis, Cassidy ended up walking into a random bar. It had pretty sad pickings. In fact, the only person who caught her eye was another girl, who ironically also had a striped shirt, but with a tiger on hers, sitting at the bar. Cassidy went up and sat next to her, pulling out her fake idea and ordering.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but why is it you’re the only ten I see? This fucking place is just full of creeps, us good-looking ones need to watch out for each other.” Cassidy joked as a weird introduction, grinning slightly.