One of the Back Alleys in Fandom, Very Early Sunday Morning

[angelo_wings]

Dawn was creeping over Fandom when Rita stumbled back towards her club. She'd had a fun night, but she never stayed the night unless she was hoping for a mistress gig, and Leon was just the hired help

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[whateverknight]

Hanging out of a dumpster. Leon snorted. "Amateurs."

Still... "They're nice legs, though. Some of yours?" If that was a Magic Box girl, he couldn't just leave her there. Even in a town as wretched as this, there'd be too many questions. And if someone was trying to send Angelface a message, then the rest of the girls were in danger.

Leon pulled away from the lovely gal by his side, and slid over to have a gander at the one in the can.

[angelo_wings]

"You think I can tell from legs?" Rita asked, raising an eyebrow. "Nice legs, good heels. Might be one of ours. How bad's the face?"

Girls tossed into dumpsters were sometimes scuffed up pretty bad. Not exactly ready for their close-up.

[whateverknight]

Leon peered at the girl, and drew breath in a sharp hiss. "You'll wanna stand back. This ain't a sight for a lady." It coulda been worse -- the bruises were bad, but the face was still recognizable. When Leon got done with a job, sometimes you couldn't even recognize it had been a face at all.

"She's yours, all right. This is bad."

[angelo_wings]

"Move," Rita said impatiently. No sight for a lady? She hadn't been a lady in years. And she needed to know, to see it for herself.

The face sure was recognizable. Dammit.

"Celia," she said. "She's just a kid."

She dug through her purse for a cigarette, hoping it might calm her jangling nerves.