cash rules everything.

[zazu4]

CASS laughed and waved goodbye to the last of the girls she taught dance to, letting the door swing closed as she walked back into the room. with her sweatpants pulled up to her knees, hair pulled out of her eyes in a ponytail, it was clear she’d been having an active morning. she brushed a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes, pulling the ponytail tighter as she wandered over to where her bag sat on the floor. she lowered herself to the floor gracefully, legs tucked under her body as she changed her shirt, letting a light gray tank top cover her sports bra now, cooling her down quickly. she searched her bag for her socks and shoes, sliding them on with ease and searching for the keys to the studio, hidden deep within her bag. once she’d found them, she grabbed her ipod, headphones placed in her ears, ipod on shuffle as she stood up, tucking it into her pocket with ease. she slung the gym bag over her shoulder, wandering towards the door, fingers flipping the light switch as she left. this was one of the few days that the studio wasn’t being used after she left it. she paused to lock the door behind her, shoving the keys in her pocket and walking down the stairs, into the main lobby. she locked eyes with one of the other dance teachers who used a larger studio on the bottom floor, leveling her with a glare. the woman was always telling cass that her dance didn’t even count, that ballet and jazz were real. her brooklyn spirit made her want to slug the woman in the face, but this job was all she had and she couldn’t afford to get in trouble for assaulting someone. she hadn’t gotten anything new on her criminal record since before she was eighteen and she intended to keep it that way. assault was more serious as an adult.

SHE stepped out onto the street, hands crossed over her chest as she walked towards the bus stop. she couldn’t afford the insurance and gas for a car, so taking the midtown bus was her next best plan. when she got to the bus stop, she was annoyed to find all the seats on the bench taken up, resigning to a position of standing, her back on a pole. her eyes closed as she enjoyed her music, opening them again once she heard the bus appear in front of her. she fished a bus pas from her pocket, handing it to the driver with a soft smile, watching him punch out a hole on the card, frowning as she realized how little she had left on it. she sighed and put it back in her bag, slipping through the crowded bus, holding onto one of the poles that ran from floor to ceiling, leaning on it. she turned up her music louder, trying to block out the sound of people and traffic, tired already and just wanting to go home. she knew once she got home and ate something, she was more than likely going to eat something and then dance around like a nut. she did enough just demonstrating for the kids in her class, but there were some moves she couldn’t even show them. some of them would shock their parents and some of them would make them want her to teach them how, and they were all still too young for that. she opened her eyes, checking what stop she was at. she gently tugged on the line, letting the driver know her stop was next, adjusting her stance so she was closer to the door. as it came to a halt and the doors swung open, she slipped out of the bus and onto the sidewalk, walking straight up to her apartment on the corner. her home was the first door on the first floor, and soon she was in her apartment, happy and glad to be home.

SHE

dropped her bag in her room, shoes still on her feet as she walked into the kitchen. she grabbed a pizza from her freezer, throwing it in the microwave and hitting a few buttons. she could cook if the situation called for it, but she didn’t enjoy doing it unnecessarily. when she could get away with simply microwaving things, that was what she preferred. she leaned against her fridge, eyes closed until she heard the familiar beeping of the machine, following her nose and removing it. she didn’t bother to put it on a plate, taking a bite out of it and making noises of pain as she found that it was hotter than she thought. she took a moment to let it cool down before she finished eating it, cleaning the counter where she’d put down the pizza before walking into what was the equivalent of her living room. unlike most people, her living room had the furniture pushed far apart, dominated by the speakers and sound system. without a thought she plugged in her ipod, turning the volume to an acceptable level before letting herself dance, lost in the music. once her limbs were well armed up, she planted her hand, holding herself in the air that way for a brief moment before coming down gracefully, smiling. she let herself move along with the music, dropping to her hands and moving her legs around her body, lifting her hands in time to allow her legs movement. finally she dropped to the floor, grinning to herself as she lay there for a moment before turning down the music, remaining on the ground. she sat up at the sound of someone knocking on her door, making her narrow her eyes and stand up. she wasn’t sure who it could be. as she jogged to the door, opening it, she realized. ronnie’s face was right in front of hers and she rolled her eyes, leaving the door open as she walked back into her apartment. “you really take the offer of coming over whenever … quite literally,[/COLOR]” she drawled at him.[/JUSTIFY]

TAGGED FOR , ronald alexander wallance.
POST STATUS , finished.
LYRICS CREDIT , to depeche.
FORMAT CREDIT , to moi, zazu.
WORD COUNT , one zero two two.
SHE'S WEARING , click right here.
MY MUSE IS , tik tok by ke$ha.
MY NOTES ARE , she's a tough cookie.

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