In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

urbanization. This is how our poor Alessandro civilizes me, with
bloodcurdling special effects." He lay back into the pillows.
"Ha! just be glad he doesn't skin you alive," Maia said.
"Never. Sandro adores me!"
Maia threw a pillow at him.
"Oh yeah, you didn't bring the gun did you?" Penny asked.
Maia readjusted herself, stretched her arm out to the night table,
found her cigarettes, slapped out another and lit up. Max rolled his
eyes, no doubt used to her stinking up his rooms with foul Marlboro
smoke, and not sweet cannabis.
"So, did you?" Penny persisted.
"Bring the gun? In the bag. You know, we need security."
"I'd get rid of it first thing. Having possession makes Ula look
like an angel."
"From hell. Poor Sandro."
"Did you know she stole my Yohji top the one I wear with the
Chrome Hearts leather jeans for that deconstructed Hell's Angel
motorcycle chic look?" Maia bitched.
Max sighed heavily.
"Lately, I don't know though," Maia went on to herself.
"He's got to move on, man, this isn't healthy, he's not a kid
anymore."
"None of us are, except Penny, and look at her!" Maia turned to
her brother and slapped his chest. "We have to get serious, Maxi. Poor
Sandro, he could have died tonight! It gets me thinking, you know, I
don't want to waste my life. Before we know, we will be dead... or old!"
She crushed the stub of the burnt out cigarette
He squinted warily at her. She rolled on top of him and said up
close to his face,
"Maxi, let's do it! The band, I sing, you play and Penny will do
keyboards!"
"No way, I'm not doing pop music," Penny said.
Maia stared, incredulous. "But that's where the money is!"
"I'm not really into money. But you should definitely go for it. I
mean, you got the look, that's half of it right there. Then you need a
name."
"Like what? Something funkadelic, R&B. I will sing in English,
Maxi can be my Supah Jimi! Oh, babay!"
She rolled over and kissed him on the mouth.
"Maia," Penny said, getting up, uncomfortable at the siblings
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