Who: Jessica and open What: Coney Island Shenanigans Where: Coney Island Freak Show When: Saturday (backdate a bit) Open, Rating TBD
Jessica wasn't really sure how she ended up here.
Well, she was, it had started with the realization she was out of whisky, then a bottle or two of vodka was involved, followed by the brilliant idea that she should go get more whisky from some speakeasy through the door.
But it wasn't until she got there that she remembered that she would actually need money to get anything here. And, not wanting to spend the night in jail or getting shot at, she'd decided to try and actually earn some. It would take way longer than she would have wanted to try and set up a PI gig, and she was going to bet her way through some card games she knew the tricks to, but she didn't have any money to put down, amd she thought about one of the brothels but she really didn't want to deal with some weird vintage VD, so she had gone toward the games. Some luck had shown on her and she found a dime someone would missing later and with that she went toward the high striker. She managed to make her way to half a dollar off of her initial dime by placing bets with the preening men trying to show off for their girlfriends (though a few tried not to pay her, it took very little for her to get her way). She then struck a deal with the carney running the thing when he tried to shoo her off, giving him 25 cents for each of the next two dollars she made.
It was then though, that she was starting to get a little too much attention for her tastes and she stepped back. Her buzz was dwindling so she took her pocket full of change and started a search for somewhere she could get her hands on something good. She didn't make it terribly far though, before a man who apparently ran a freak show and had seen her showing off, offered her $3 if she could show up his strongman-clearly not believing she would ever be able to do it. She was tempted to give him a swift kick and keep moving but cash was a strong motivator and the chance to prove him wrong didn't hurt either.
So that was how she ended up on stage, easily lifting every weight the strongman put down, then, once she got bored, just lifting him over her head and dropping him in to the crowd. Most of the crowd cheered but both the strongman and the one in charge looked livid. She walked off to the side of the stage, asked for her money and, as she'd expected, he tried not to pay her.
“Listen ass hole, you saw what I just did to your friend out there, so you better cough up or you'll end up ‘falling’ off the end of that boardwalk!” She whirled around to face the strongman, who had stalked up behind her, “And if you get any closer you're gonna end up with one of those weight bars inside of you.” Bit harsh maybe, but she could practically smell the sexism on them so she couldn't care less.