The evening was crawling, nothing to do but sit and wait while the boys made their precious plans. There'd be no partying until after their next move, leaving all the girls bored and ready to snipe at each other simply to have something to do. Danica had gotten tired of the verbal barbs and wandered down the stairs and out into the alley behind their cheap rooms. The smell from the seedy-looking Chinese restaurant that occupied the ground floor made her stomach both growl and twist. It was always like this. They'd live like princes until the money started to run out, then it was back into a dive like this until they made another score.<br/><br/>She pulled a clove cigarette out of her tiny purse and lit up, picking her way fastidiously around the overflowing dumpster and heading toward the street. Her clothes earned her a couple of whistles as she turned the corner. It wasn't the best part of town, and Dominik chose her clothes for her, all tight, short skirts and tinier tops. Even though it was warm, she shrugged into the sweater she'd brought with her. She probably had an hour before Dom would be so angry that food and sex wouldn't be enough to avoid a beating. An hour to pretend it was freedom.