I don't get a chance.

With a casual, cocky grin, he reached up and plucked a small silver aerosol can from a nearby shelf. He walked right up to me and shoved the can into my hand, finishing his action with an upraised middle finger.

"That's for the use of your whore." He smirked "I'm not even gonna fucking use a condom. Have fun cleaning that up, fag."

He elbowed his way past me, not even bothering to spare a glance to Charlotte as she stood there. She took a breath, then subtly rolled her eyes before she noticed me watching her and not the clerk. Her expression snapped back to the sultry one she had been giving him.

"Ah'm gonna do it." She spat at me. "Ah'm gonna Fuhk 'im. Y'all can watch, or go fix tha fuhkin' cahr."

With that she also breezed past me, following the Clerk with rapid steps. They were headed towards a small door on the far end of the building.

I didn't want to see that. I didn't have any hold on Charlotte, but the last thing I wanted to see was her being used by some Jersey Shore wanna-bee. I took a deep breath, then started after Charlotte.

Mike entered the door first, letting it slam shut behind him. For a second Charlotte looked back at me, and the rain pouring down didn't fully hide the wetness in her eyes.

"I... Trusted all three of you." She said flatly, with no hint of an accent. "You can go back to the Van. Or you can come in here. And Trust me."

With that, she placed her hand flat on the door pushing it open. She stepped into the room, letting the door close behind her.