Snow in Miami

Unique wanted to go swimming; neither of us had bathing suits, so we wore shirts and underwear in the water instead. I wore a sheer purple top and blue starry panties, and Unique took her cheap ratty blond wig off. It was dark out, but the pool seemed like a fun idea. Q sat at a table nearby, smoking and drinking a beer.
We waved at a man walking past, on the second floor balcony, and called for him to come join us. He did, bringing vodka and sprite, as well as some Jewish food. We fooled around in the water, and it was so much fun for me. I got tossed through the air, landing back into the pool, all of this in the cool night air. Unique and I showed off the whole time, drank vodka, and smoked a cigarette...even though at the time it wasn't particularly enjoyable. Looking back I don't know how I could ever have not enjoyed a cigarette, but there it is. I didn't like it.
It was a great evening, and I wish it could have lasted longer, but soon we retired to our rooms, and Q was infuriated at us. Enraged that we had wasted so much time and effort doing...nothing. Flirting with someone and letting a man touch us who wouldn't even pay for a date.
The man came to our room and wanted to hang out with us some more. Unique let him in, and I got very nervous. But I acted friendly.
Quincy came in and was so outraged he began demanding to the man that he leave. He didn't want to leave. A massive argument ensued, and they began pushing and shoving each other, their voices extremely loud. They took it out into the hall, and Q shut him out, telling him not to come back.
Barging into the motel room, he began to berate us, and curse at us, most of it directed towards Unique. Unique was beginning to resent me; I could feel it.
He wanted us to make better money, and was going to call his uncle to come and drive us out to a better working street.
He had me iron his shirt, I remember distinctly. I recall that I was in my tiny onesie outfit, my crotch burning, and standing over the bed with a cranky old iron, pressing the creases out of his shirt, knowing that if I messed it up at all he was going to get very, very angry at me, and I didn't want that. 
We got ready to work, and Unique and Snow were ready to face the world. 
But I wasn't. 'Snow' aka 'Harper Bryson' may have been kind of ready...ish. But me...this person...would never be ready. 
But Snow.
Snow was ready for anything. She thought.