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[hr][sub]Dusty working at Club Aether during one of the busiest nights of the month.[/sub][hr][/center]
[i][b]A small recap of the past weekend[/b][/i]

Dustynn and Leo's cabin rendezvous had only increased their relationship for the better. Some things had been revealed, though difficult was only helping their foundation of the house they were building become stronger. When Dustynn arrived home to her mother's strong words and even stronger grip around her neck when she came through the door, the emotional and physical fight had caused a rough start to the following week.

[i][b]Tuesday Afternoon[/b][/i]

[color=fe697b][b]"If you fucking do that shit again to me, I will kick you out!"[/b][/color] the boisterous voice of Dustynn could be heard outside to any passerby of the overcrowded trailer. [b]"How are you going to kick me out of my own place?"[/b] the equally loud of Dustynn's mother could be heard as they stood in the makeshift kitchen. 

When Dustynn had came home from her weekend away her mother who was not very happy about not coming to get her from the police station, had attacked her when she had walked in. The two tumbled down, Dustynn hitting hard in the process. Eventually the two women had tired one another out after yelling and physically fighting, they spent the next two days not speaking until now. 

[color=fe697b][b]"I don't know."[/b][/color] replied Dustynn, a bit defeated that the woman was right. She could not kick the woman out of her own place, unless the police were called again, and Dusty would not and could not call the police on her own mother, despite everything. A smug face fell upon Kimberly as she pointed towards the fridge. [b]"Make us some breakfast and I might forgive you."[/b] Dustynn could pick up the pan in the sink and bash her mother's brains out in that moment but, decided against it and pulled two freezer burned breakfast sandwiches from the ice box, unwrapped them and placed them in the microwave that desperately needed cleaning. 

During the couple minutes they needed in the microwave, Dustynn lit up a joint and took deep drags. She passed it off to her mom, who made her way to the couch. Grabbing the hot sandwiches from the microwave, she took a few napkins and wrapped them- to then proceed to sit down next to her mom on the couch. [b]"Thanks Dusty."[/b] Kimberly said as she took a bite from the hot sandwich. [color=fe697b][b]"Yeah."[/b][/color] she returned, not really acknowledging how screwed up this whole situation had become. Eventually the tv was turned on and had enough noise to block out most thoughts, the smoke of the joint being the only thing intertwining them in the moment.

[i][b]Later that evening..[/b][/i]

[color=fe697b][b]"Ma!"[/b][/color] Dustynn called from the living room, sitting in front of a lit up portable mirror. She desperately had tried to hide the huge black eye she had received from their fight, but didn't know how to go about it. Tonight was a big night for the bar, whenever there was a deal going on it meant that people bought more drinks and more drinks meant more tips. Tips she would not receive if she looked like a domestic abuse case. Kimberly came out eventually, after a few more calls, she looked down and chuckled, [b]"You look like shit."[/b] Dustynn laughed back mocking the woman's tone. [color=fe697b][b]"If you want the heat to stay on, you better help me."[/b][/color] she threatened, as Kimberly took a seat on the floor next to her one and only daughter. She dug through the collection of makeup finding things that were green toned to contrast the red tones. Side eyeing the mirror now and again, you wouldn't know that these two had such a harsh relationship.

[b]"Maybe some mascara will distract too."[/b] Kimberly said as she finished up, scooting up from the floor to the couch. [color=fe697b][b]"Thanks Momma."[/b][/color] Dustynn said as she admired the woman's handy work. If she really applied herself she could have made a profession out of this talent. Kimberly nodded, as she looked to the clock on the microwave. [b]"Better get going, it's going to get dark."[/b] Dustynn looked out the bottom of the window from the floor. Winter always brought night quicker. Though it wasn't freezing, it definitely was cold in Sol.

After dressing warmly in a pair of grey skinny jeans, a mustard colored sweater, a low v-neck black shirt underneath and her black boots- her black leather jacket to match she got into her car and drove to work. Removing her jacket she shoved her belongings into her locker before getting to work cleaning up tables, the bar top, and both of the bathrooms before the doors would open that evening.

[color=fe697b][b]"How did that art show thing go hun?"[/b][/color] Dustynn asked her coworker Marcus as they finished to get things going, the patrons slowly filling the bar. She hadn't checked in with him since the event, and she hoped it had turned out good, considering she had encouraged him to go in the first place.