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Sunshine hated a lot of things, but what Sunshine hated the most was the Badlands. The aristocracy, the politics, the Great Divide between the elitists and the dirt poor. And, somehow, Sunshine found herself with one foot in each world, hanging in Limbo. She knew things about the magnificent politicians around the Inner Circle, that, if they ever got out, could ruin their entire career – but why should she even bother? She was a hooker, a [i]prostitute[/i]; who would listen to her? Among the things she hated, Independence Day was not one of them. It gave her reprieve from such inner turmoil over spilling the beans or eating them. Plus, it was the one day out of the entire year that no one looked at her like dirt on their shoe, or a toy to be used. Because on Independence Day, she was not a low-class rat or an “exotic dancer.” On Independence Day, she was Sunshine.

“Good day, Sunshine.” A beautiful brunette called and Sunshine pulled her in for a chaste kiss, her hands greedily slipping over her leather jacket. The smell and touch of leather jackets had filled her life from start and, hopefully, to finish – yet she couldn’t get enough of it. 
“Bye, Sunshine!” The same brunette shouted enthusiastically as the redhead left her behind, her overwhelmed senses taking her to a new experience.

The dessert looked delectable, though Sunshine didn’t know what it was. It was a pastry of sorts, dripping with goopy jam that smelled suspiciously like cinnamon apple. The vendor behind the pastries gave her a coy smile; his lips crinkling as he slyly slipped the succulent sweet from the display, placing it on a plate. Sunshine bit her lip, digging into her shallow pockets, rounding up as much loose change as she could and slapping them onto the counter: [i]one, two, three…[/i]

“Don’t sweat it, sweetheart. I’ll give you a discount, this is just enough!” His salt and pepper hair reminded her of a grandfather of sorts and Sunshine found herself stubbornly searching for some silver until all the money was placed on the counter. On Independence Day, she pays in full.

“Thank you, sir.” Sunshine dipped her head demurely, taking the pastry into her hands and ducking out of the vendor and crossing through the crowded street. 

The first bite was the best. Aphrodisiac ambrosia abounded into her awaiting mouth, swathing her salmon-stained tongue with apple and nothing but apple. Though there was much more to be had on the streets on Independence Day and so Sunshine wandered from stall to stall until she saw a string of sapphire stones. The bold blue hue blinked with the breezy sky, glittering and goading. Sunshine stalked closer, her fingers barely touching the gems of the necklace when she heard an expectant sound.

Glancing up, Sunshine glared at a gray grandfather with an expectant gleam in his eye. Shrugging away is eyes, Sunshine straightened up and peered around the stall, her eyes catching onto another woman buying a bracelet. Wrapping her arms around herself, Sunshine bounced on the balls of her feet and grinned at the stranger.

“Great day, ain’t it? On Independence Day, the sun shines, don’t it?”