"I...uh...Twiggy, look at us, you're in a dress and my heads fucking bleeding," My head was throbbing madly. I don't know what hit me but I was found outside the hotel we were supposedly thrown out of; I found Twiggy gazing and worrying over me. He smiled, relieved when I woke up and pulled me off the concrete ground. So now we had to find somewhere else to stay, with no connections and no money.
Twiggy rubbed his arms, shivering.
"It was so fantastic for you to decide to wear a short sleeved dress, wasn't it?"
"Don't answer that,"
Twiggy scowled, "Well...looking this pretty isn't easy," we exchanged glances which each broke into grins.
"Okay but I'm cold,"
I sighed, took off my jacket and wrapped it around him, taking him under my wing.
"But now you'll be cold,"
"Nah, too worried about this wound," I explained leading us hopefully to a hotel.
"We have no money, what the fuck will we do?" Twiggy qu