Not Yet

While the woman was close to Lauren's size, Lauren was decidedly nonathletic, and knew that any confrontation would only result in the loss of even more of her precious cover, at best. Still, she had 55 minutes to kill, and just 55 cents to do it. She could use a little free entertainment at the expense of this pissy priss.

"I'm, I'm sorry.", Lauren lied, looking down sheepishly at herself, she laughed, "I guess we both just got a little carried away."

"Yeah, the woman shared in her laughter, I guess we did!", and while laughing, took Lauren's urine soaked wrappings and heaved them into the trash can with a satisfying swish.

"Uh, the woman tried to continue, what, uh, got you in that condition?"

"Well, I was dressed better than this, Lauren lied. I was wearing, she read the label of the woman's jacket as she tossed away the soiled paper and turned back, one that looked almost just like yours, a Georgio Saergeni."

"A Georgio Saergeni?", the woman asked with piqued interest.

"Yes, I had just got it from, Lauren glanced at the woman's shopping bag, Didi's Discounts."

The brunette gulped audibly.

"You did?!"

"Yeah, I just got off the phone with my lawyer, I'm gonna sue, they sold me a lemon, and I lost everything!"

"Everything?!"

"Oh, yes, the cloth is just so flimsy...hey, are you wearing a Georgio Saergini?"

"Who? Me...uh....", the brunette looked around wide-eyed.

"Oh, yes, yes, you are!", Lauren flipped her lapel, exposing the label.

"Oh no!"

"I'll have to check it.", Lauren said solemnly, as one about to perform a difficult, but necessary operation.

"Check it?"

"Yes, to see if it's a lemon."

The jacket was a two button dark navy ajcket in pinstripe with wide lapels that bordered on garish.

"I don't really know...", the brunette faintly protested.

"SLEEVE CHECK!"

SSSSHHHRRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The cuff falls around her hand and fingers at the ragged shoulder separates to expose the bare arm underneath,

"Shit, my sleeve!"

"Yeah, the other is just as bad too, see?"

Lauren helpfully pointed out as she made the jacket sleeveless.

"Whaaa?! My..my jacket!"

"POCKET CHECK!"

With great frumphing, ripping sounds her breast and side pocket her torn down, leaving just one side for them to hang down with their pale lining exposed like flags of surrender.

The woman's sleek cellphone slipped from the torn pocket and bounced onto the concrete curve below, separating into two pieces before slipping neatly down the storm drain.

"Shit! The brunette shot up, letting her sleeves slip away as she raced to the grate, just missing her mobile device.

"My whole life was on that fucking, phone, I have an important meeting later!!"

While reaching down, her keys slipped from her shallow hip pocket and skipped neatly through her fingers, and the grate, glurgling into the fathomless waters below.

Lauren walked up behind her.