"What's your names?"
"My name is Jay-"
"Stop!" he roars, causing me to jump.
"I don't want to know your real name, nor does any trick you're fucking. What is your street handle?" His tone leans on the side of irritated as he lifts his chin, waiting for our replies.
"Umm," Jayden stutters.
"Fancy. My name is Fancy," I go first, giving Jayden a second to come up with something.
"Hmm, Fancy. Don't think we've had a girl named Fancy before," Mick says, smiling.
"We haven't," Margo adds.
"And you?" Mick points at Jayden.
"Rarity," Jayden informs, her back straight with confidence as she answers.
"Don't think we've had one of those, either," Margo states, stuffing tissues under her arm pits. How classy.
"All right, this is what we'll do. Margo will show you the ropes." He points at Jayden. "She'll teach you how to work the corner, Rarity. And you, Fancy, will work the motel."
"How much do we get?" Jayden butts in.