The hands of the girls were inside of each-others zip front grey boiler suits and they sat in the blood from where Sonny's face collided with the surface. The brunette had a finger smear of it next to her mouth. "You two sluts put each other down and go tell Moira that Sonny's done. I'm coming in, just got a little business to attend to first." The two girls jumped to attention with a crack of sixteen roller skate wheels on the hard tile floor. They straightened themselves up; wiping away saliva and smudged pink lipstick; zipped up their clothes and teased their hair back into shape with black glossed finger nails. The two girls sounded off in unison, "Yes sir, Sergeant Tea-pot." As the two started to leave the big blond grabbed the shoulder of the red head and pulled her back. "Not you Fire-Crotch, all this fucking blood has got me going." She started to unbuckle the belt on her camouflage hot pants. "Down you go, bitch "