As Jacks tried to keep up with the card game, Maggie rode the cab to her house. Her expression was not the best it could be. Actually, it  was a lot closer to an "I'll bite your head off if you try to make small talk" expression than to any other. But some people simply don't seem to have a sense of self-preservation, do they? The cab driver decided the girl on the back seat needed a chat, and so he went for it.<br/><br/>"What's wrong, dear? Did ya have a fight with the boyfriend?"<br/><br/>The girl looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes. "Don't have one."<br/><br/>Her dry answer didn't stop the man. "Oh, come on. You look like you were just doin' the nasty. You a street girl?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Oh, my God, I'm gonna kill this guy</span>. "Yeah. Exactly. I bang guys for a living then take a cab home to listen to stupid questions. Spot on."<br/><br/>The man took a look back as he stopped on a red light. "I would pay to bang ya."<br/><br/>His answer was a couple bills almost shoved on his face. "Fuck you, I'll walk", the girl stated, as she simply left the car without much regard for the fact that the light had just turned green. "Oh, shit, shit, fuck! This is like the worst fucking day ever. I should get back there and kick his ass."<br/><br/>The girl had never been so mad at her life. After the shame, she had moved past to the "anger" state. And lack of consideration for the fact that the man might as well be a maniac. Making another stupid decision that day, she turned on her footsteps and back to where she had been just a while ago.