Imogen thought the best idea was to just stay on the floor, she didn't feel like falling down again. Lefty kept screaming and yelling at her about her clothes, she needed to look more like a hooker, he didn't give a shit that it was cold out, deal with it. That was his favorite line, deal with it. It was his way of saying, 'I protect you, I make sure men respect you, I got you off the streets.' Imogen knew better than that, of course. Lefty got half of whatever she made, and if she didn't work he made no money. As far as protection went, there had been times where she yelled for his help, but the almighty dollar was more important than her wellbeing. 

She just sat there on the ground listening to him berating her. It was a common occurrence, it was very easy to tune him out. He didn't know jack about her, he was just another john to her. Her attention focused on the sound of a police car making its way to them. She was secretly relieved, if Lefty got arrested that would give her at least a day or two to heal the bruises and just sleep. She continued to sit on the floor, a hand pressed to her swollen cheek. He got her good this time and it her angry, but acting on it would just get her into more trouble. 

The cop car slammed into park, a small police officer coming out of the car looking really pissed off. She was a short woman, with fierce dark brown eyes. Imogen kept sitting on the ground, her head spinning from the smacks and listened to their exchange. She had to give it to the girl, she definitely wasn't stupid. Every time Lefty came up with some bullshit, she shut it down with an equally smart remark. Imogen the resisted the urge to stand beside her and say "Yea, that's right girl! You tell him!" Instead she concentrated on trying not to smile at all, her face was still throbbing. 

A few moments later, another squad car came over, a male officer stepping out, obviously to help the policewoman. Lefty kept shouting at them, making the situation worse for himself. Imogen couldn't help but feel glad that he was an idiot. As the white cop arrested him, the woman came over to her. "I'm fine, thank you," Imogen responded, finally getting up. Her tone was a bit rude, but it was defensive. She knew how this worked. The cop would ask her questions, find out she was a working girl and take her in. "It was just a misunderstanding, he has a temper," she kept going, walking slowly away from the police officer's knowing gaze. "He's my boyfriend and I pissed him off, that's all." She wasn't defending Lefty, if the cop asked her if she wanted to press charges, she'd go the precinct with bells on, but not at the cost of spending a night in Central Bookings herself. She smiled at the woman, heading back towards her apartment. She was done for today, with only twenty six dollars in her pocket. The irony of which was definitely not lost on her.