"Oh, Sway, just listen to that -- Burnadine is in pain."

"Shit, just go, Memphis, go back to the garage. I'll take care of this. Go back and make sure everything's cool for Ellie. I can handle it -- it's just a kid. A kid who by the sound of it does not know how to treat a lady."

"We shouldn't split up--"

"GO."

"Anything goes wrong--"

Sway kissed him on the cheek and pushed him back lightly. She slunk over to the occupied vehicle, and under the innocuous rumble of Memphis' motor, backing out, smacked her hands down hard on the windshield. The driver yelped; Sway's dreadlocks flopped down on the windows like the tentacles of translucent octopus.

"Out of the car, chippie. She's mine."

Faith rolled down the window, arrogance incarnate, "No, I really don't think this car is yours. I think it's mine, all mine. I've been jonesing, Smith-and-Wessoning for something just like it, and hey, I found it."

Sway saw the revolver on the seat. Sway thought of Kip and how funny it was that guns came from all sides and yet never managed to cancel each other out.

"Okay, let me rephrase myself. Stop hacking away at this car. She is an exquisite piece of machinery, and what your doing -- and you very obviously have no idea what you are doing -- is not going to improve performance or resale value."

"Fuck you. I'm going to sweep it off it's pretty little magnesium alloy feet."

"Get out, and go take another car. Beauties are lined up on these streets; go fuck with some red head or a brunette."

"But I want a blonde, and this silver blonde baby is mine. I like its curves. I like the feel of it between my legs."

"This car doesn't run on double A batteries. Fuck-- cops-- move over--"

"Wha?"

Sway hoisted herself through the window into Faith's lap before shoving Faith down. A car whooshed by, and Faith started rise. Sway yanked her back down, pinning the girl's shoulders with the length of her forearms.

Sway pressed down harder when the light of the house switched on; she almost missed the richly sly smile on the chick she had straddled. Her smile was just getting bigger, and Faith finally whispered with a faint grind of her hips, "Just what kind of girl do you think I am?"

Sway looked up at the man and woman strolling in front of the window and then back down at her surroundings. Sway always found the most succulent ones and they always took one look at her and whispered 'take me! take me!' and she always managed to get away with it. Damn... Just one last time...

"Bad thief, good fuck."

Faith ran her tongue over Sway's mouth, "So you going to hotwire me?"

Sway pushed a fat kiss to Faith's lips. Cars drove by and window remained illuminated over them; she eased into the soft leather and the soft kisses, staying low and staying close. She ran her hands up the girl's breasts, drawing down a dark moan and a unmistakable click. Sway froze, and her eyeballs rotated slowly up to the barrel of the girl's gun, a cool five inches from her head. Fuck...

"Hey, don't worry. Getting rid of it. And I don't really want the car. You're way hotter."

"Jesus H. Christ... Thanks."

Faith emptied out the bullets and tossed the gun under the seat. Her right hand trailed along the dashboard until Sway pulled it in, an insanely relieved smile on her face. Faith rolled her eyes, slipping her hands down under Sway's waistband. Sway stopped short as the couple in the window toasted; they drank up and she shook it off, shifting her body up against Faith's fingers. She built up a stilted rhythm, trying to remain out of sight. They kept kissing, rising and then pulling themselves down and chuckling and gasping and kissing harder.

Sway twisted down and twisted back; she saw silver cars vivisected from their bottoms to their tops and dark girls suspected by the cops as far as the eye could ever wish to see. What a fucking life...

"Ow-- The stickshift is jammed up in my back--"

Faith groaned under her, but motion in the window caught Sway's attention. She looked up to the copulating yuppies with a tight grin, "Hers, too-- going, going -- gone, out of the room. Hell, yeah!"

"So what ever it is that you do so much better than me, fucking do it now."

Sway's hands went down fast below the wheel, feeling up the wires and teasing out the keyless ignition. Faith just watched, bemused and vaguely, begrudgingly impressed.

Sway's head finally popped up; Faith pulled her by the hair to a speeding kiss as Burnadine purred under Sway's fingers.

"Burn, baby, Burn."

"She's come -- let's get gone."

Faith slid over to the passenger seat, and Sway whipped out of the driveway. The acceleration knocked them back, and they both whooped and laughed their asses off until a mid-city red light. Faith tongued another kiss off Sway's mouth before slipping out and disappearing into an alleyway. Sway revved up the engine loud, waving goodbye.

Sway swaggered in to the garage, taste of new car leather and that punk kid still on her mouth. She nodded to the men sitting on the side. They were one more car closer to freedom, and she was one fuck farther from the temptation, the absurdity, of this game. She wasn't going to go back to this or him. Her mind felt clear and sharp. She and Memphis and the boys were going to get Kip into the clear, no doubts in her head, knee deep in adrenalin. She smiled, proud, as her silver trick rolled on in; she gave her report mirthfully.

"... Burnadine took me for a ride."