After another shift {open}

[Charlie Oswin Mitchell]

This was a night that Charlie had no idea what to do. Most nights she went straight home so she could make sure her little sister was safe and sound. But her sister was sleeping over a friends house after school, so Charlie chose to not head back to her house right away. All she would go home to anyway was her mom high and Frank plopped on the couch with a beer in his hand, probably high too. It wasn't exactly her ideal night after a night of dancing at the nightclub; so she opted to walk around town instead.

For a Friday night, she knew she didn't look as out of place as she did most nights. Her long red hair was in messy waves around her glittered face. While she had tried to wipe her make-up off, there was still smudged black liner around her eyes and remnants of her hot pink lip stick on her lips. As for her clothes, she wore a neon pink cropped bandeau under a sheer black tank that fell to the top of her low rise dark, ripped jeans and on her feet she simply had a pair of black flip flops. But what made her stand out was the glitter all over her face and body that she sprayed over herself for her job; it would take a lot of scrubbing to get the glitter off of herself.

It was the glitter that had stopped her from going to a restaurant to get herself an after work treat. It wasn't that she was embarrassed of how she looked, but it was pretty obvious what her profession was; and paying in all ones at a restaurant was another pass at it. So she opted to walk a few more blocks to McDonalds. She felt somewhat guilty on planning to spend some of the money she had for bills but her stomach growled loudly when she almost walked away, so Charlie forced the guilt into the back of her mind and stepped into the establishment.

Seeing as how it was late, the place was empty, save for what seemed like a few drunk people. Charlie eyed them for a moment before stepping up to the counter, shooting the cashier a smile. She looked over the menu for a moment before ordering a large fry, mcdouble, and chocolate shake; it wasn't that bad of a dent in her earnings from the night.

Once her food was ready, Charlie sat herself down into a booth and started at her burger, taking a huge bite from it. It was greasy and cheesy and her stomach loved it; she had it finished within four bites. She stared sheepishly down at the empty wrapper then took a sip from her shake before shoving a fry into her mouth. As she ate her fries one by one, Charlie looked out the window to her right, watching the groups of people that would randomly walk by.