Robbery

A short while after Nic caught fire, a robbery occurred. Every hobo, tenant, stripper, store and restaurant owner was talking about it. Nic heard about it through eavesdropping on a conversation between two girls who worked at second chances. They were standing fairly close to Nic in front of the Apartment building. One was sort of tall with long, straight brown hair, and one was shorter with red hair that was pulled back into a bun. They were both wearing  sparkly platform shoes and fishnets beneath waist-cinched trenchcoats.
"It happened while I was dancing!" exclaimed the tall brunette,
"I mean what were they thinking, an entire ATM machine?,"
"And trying to load it right in front of the cop house? That's the sort of dumbass crime that makes me angry," said the short redhead,
"It's people like them that drive away business from the club, can you imagine the tips we'd get if the people at Chances actually had money?"
The brunette sighed, "Then I'd actually be able to get my own place. Jesus I'm 22 and I have to scrounge for tips by grinding on some drunk stranger who can't even afford noodles from down the street."
"That's the goddadmn truth," said the redhead.
The two clacked away in their stiletto platforms. Nic suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She had submerged her entire head into the filthiest water possible, and she knew that those two girls must feel nastier than nic had felt every day. They were youthful and beautiful, they could be having fun with their lives, but instead they were wasting away in some cheap strip club. Nic was also young, and she knew that youth only happens once because, in spite of the name of the strip club, there are no second chances in life when a person needs them most.