INT. - THE STARLET LOUNGE - MORNING
Gerri knew better than to trust the tears pouring down Roxy's face, but the hardened, experienced part of her recognized they were real. This time, and for now. No way would the artful and careful queen allow herself to look so terrible in public otherwise. With black runnels of mascara running down her face, a small pool of it collecting under one puffy eye, her lipstick mostly chewed off her bruised looking lips and the blotchiness of a real cry marring her neck and cheeks, Roxy's little show for Kinsey earlier had nothing on this all-out bawlfest mess.
That, along with the softly whispering voice in her head, told her the queen's distress was genuine. Considering she'd just killed someone, Gerri could hardly blame her.
"What were you doing here so
