Scene setting
Flea market, Brooklyn
3 AM
Bo and the girls were in the middle of the vast vending spots ranging from second-hand clothing, food, spiritual accessories, and occasional scams. Bo stands like the oak tree he is, wearing a plain white tee, fitted American jeans and cowboy boots. As for the girls, Bobbi was in full-on scowl mode, open flannel, white crop top highlighting her toned stomach, high-waist mom jeans, a comfort piece she wears as a remembrance of her late mom. And her white sneakers were dirtier than a community hall rug. Faith was in her social anxious state, adorned in floral jeans that were straight out of a hippie Pinterest board, the baggy t-shirts with a Nirvana design. And the red woolly cardigan was worn like a cape.
Faith, eyes darting around each stall, "Bo, how do you handle...all this? I swear a guy tried to sell me a jar of yellow liquid.
Jane by Bo's left arm, swinging it back and forward as if she's being led to Disney World." Red, don't panic. Bo will make sure that nobody tries selling you any weird jars or clothing with obvious pit stains." The Goth steered them towards a stall of jewellery.
Bobbi, raising her eyebrow at him, "Remind me why I let you convince us to go to a Flea market that smells like bleach and bad decisions ?"
In your words,' Bo, if you're gonna stand there like a proper to their stupidity, then at least take us out'. He quoted. " So what better way to find entertainment than the Flea market. Jane stops poking that guy. He looks like he carries a knife. " he reprimanded her, moving to the Goth chaos bundle.
"I can't seem to find normal people. " Bobbi sighed, her head moving from stall, analysing which one would least likely con her out of her cash.
As the group scattered around to their own, Bo was moving around from thrifting with Faith, her love for bigger clothes evident and her occasional cute girl outfits she refused to let him see even though he paid. Jane was more adventurous, more bat-themed Jewellery, vintage war boots she said, "carried the souls of anguish with her." And the hour-long lecture from the spiritual lady about chakra and herbs as Jane loved starting conversations just to let him barely yap, and the most normal of her shopping was book bookshelf. For once, she was calm as her hands stroked each spine with care and appreciation for the effort of literature. He was perplexed at this, deciding not to intervene and let her be.
Jane glanced at him as she held 3 new books for her collection of dark literature.
"Thanks," she whispered to herself.
He slung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to his side, "Don't mention it, Baby Vamp."
"Don't call me that." She warned half heartedly.
"Sure thing, Baby Vamp."
"You're literally annoying." She rolled her eyes, blush creeping onto her pale skin.
Bobbi watched the interaction a few steps back, despite her cautious glance, she couldn't stop the smiling form on her face, "Sappy bastard. "
The sunset painted over the last remaining stalls as the rowdy crowds, shrank to a few roaming people. At the food truck across the street, Bo and the girls were greased deep in tacos, munching like rabbits as the sunset on the now silent city.
Bo was managing the bunch, a habit of being tidy and table manners hammered into him by his high-profile clients and Jess did not want any caveman food consumption. He wiped the sauce off Faith's lips as her mind was in between her mouth full of ground beef and earphones on as the song playing drifted around their table. Jane was eating steadily as one hand had a book and the other had the tacos in a napkin.
"Faith why did you order two sprites? You're not even halfway through the first one." He asked dumbfounded.
"Don't judge Brokeback Cowboy." Bobbi jabbed as she chewed with full eye contact.
"I find that as a compliment actually, a great movie for your information." He replied.
"Sure...are you the top or bottom?"
"Ptoo!" Faith snorted, water spilling out of her mouth. "Bobbi, that's genuinely so weird." She giggled behind a napkin.
"Yeah, Red. What kind of joke is that... I'm clearly a top."
"Oh my God– please stop I'm eating here." Jane spat out.
Laughter filled the table as the warmth of banter and sunbeams created a memory for the books. This was definitely what the New York dream looked like.