INT. - THE STARLET LOUNGE - MORNING

Gerri knew better than to trust the tears pouring down Roxy's face, but the hardened, experienced part of her recognized they were real. This time, and for now. No way would the artful and careful queen allow herself to look so terrible in public otherwise. With black runnels of mascara running down her face, a small pool of it collecting under one puffy eye, her lipstick mostly chewed off her bruised looking lips and the blotchiness of a ...