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Mercedes turned up her nose. “Have a nice day, asshole.” She eagerly left the tall man at the construction site, somewhat satisfied that she had proven him to be an incompetent idiot. Why were those idiots listening to him anyways?, Mercedes wondered. He obviously had no idea what he was talking about - surely at least one of them knew not to frame up the base of the building like that? Mercedes shrugged it off; it had been a needed distraction. It felt nice that she had managed to find some sort of entertainment in Manhattan even without any money. Damn , she thought, I don’t have hardly any cash left on me. She searched her pockets, feeling the small wad of ones in her right pocket and sighed, wondering what she planned to do. She didn’t want to sleep out on the Manhattan streets. She honestly would prefer to go back to Brooklyn where the landscape was at least familiar.
                  She pulled out the wad of ones, praying there would at least be enough to buy herself a sandwich or slice of pizza for dinner. Her heart jumped. Those weren’t ones. She held eight twenties in her hands. “How?” she muttered and thought back to the cab ride. She had asked the poor man for change, and he had obviously grabbed twenties instead of ones. “You poor bastard,” she said, imagining the cab driver would be incredibly disappointed when he counted his tips after getting off of his shift that day. There was not much she could do. She had not looked at the cab number or really even paid attention to what the driver had looked like. It seemed that lady luck had casted her stones her way.
                  Standing there, staring down at the sudden funding she had come into, she debated on what to do with herself. It had been a while since she had last carried that much cash on hand. It seemed almost like a greedy dream.
                  Mercedes bought herself a cup of coffee from her favorite coffee shop from her youth and purchased a slice of cheese cake to spoil herself. She happily sipped on her coffee and munched on the cheesecake. She could not remember the last time she had spoiled herself with sweets. Deciding she wanted to save the cab money, Mercedes made the long hike back to Brooklyn. Against her better judgement, Mercedes entered into Bob’s Bistro to drink the night away and spend some of lady luck’s cash. She hoped that she would be able to hide her guilt from the employees.
                  She tried not to cringe as she walked by the window that was not bolted up with plywood, but instead she walked confidently into the bar and planted herself down at the barstool. Edgar was of course the barkeep that night; his face crinkled up when he saw her. “What, you did miss me, didn’t you?” Mercedes teased, deciding she needed to make up for shattering the window by at least pretending to be nice. She felt she needed to show off how confident she was that she would not be caught, so she pointed a finger over at the window, “What happened there?” Edgar started to pour her a shot of whiskey, but she stopped him. “I’m feeling some tequila tonight.  Top shelf. Let’s make it a margarita this time.”
                  “Damn.” Edgar forced a chuckle. “You never drink the good stuff.  And no whiskey tonight?”
                  “The night is still young,” Mercedes said.
                  While Edgar prepared her margarita, he nodded off at the window. “I don’t know what happened. The old man called me this morning screaming about vandals and robbers, but nothing was stolen. Just some punk kids, I guess.” He placed the brightly colored margarita in front of her; she took it eagerly and began to sip on the tangy drink.
                  It had been a long time since she had last had tequila. “I hate kids sometimes,” Mercedes said confidently. “Some kids just spray-painted a crappy picture of some