"So crime in the city bad, crime outside the city okay. Coolcoolcool." She liked nothing about any of this now. She'd watch enough of the dumb games Press played to have a grasp of this sort of world, the rules. But she didn't like them when she watched it on a screen. And now she needed to live it.

She knew that it'd come to work, and her face fell at the concept. She slipped the joint into her pocket, not really in the mood for it right now. Abby spent her time making fun of work like this, doing this with her time. She could probably manage some of it, the thing about wild parties was cleaning up after them. So the work wasn't impossible. And thanks to her parents, she had to learn how to do her own laundry. "Can't I sell pictures of my feet to creepy guys? Is this what being Ginny is like. This sucks."