Impact rocked her senses, shooting pains from her feet up to her brain. Jittering, she hissed and then took a look around the vacant, murky playground. She plodded back to her car painstakingly, then dug around in the glovebox until she found a jewelry box fit to hold earrings.
She pursed her lips and with a 'pop!' pressed the rim of the mini chest, allowing it to give way. Her flesh felt like it was crawling with morning and afternoon dew, added on to that sensation was the mucky feeling of death. Jaylene felt inclined to take ten scalding showers back to back - just to rid herself of the repugnant impression that was bore into her implacably. As she looked into the box, her face was swept of the grimness and a smug simper spread across her plump, nude lips. She certainly had a cure for her desolation.
With anxious anticipation, she rolled her shoulders. She set the little box on the dashboard to yank her phone from her pocket and press the power button. As her inbox filled and the device vibrated, she began curing herself.
After two magnanimous bumps, Jaylene was flying. Due to her adaptations, she didn't act ridiculous when she was high. In fact, rather than be a dare devil or do anything stupid, she just unwound. When she was unraveled, she was more open, welcoming and talkative. The scary thing about Jaylene doing coke wasn't the hazard of the drug itself. It was the fact that she remained frighteningly calm while her mind ran rampant and teetered on the brink of madness. The drug wasn't unnerving, Jaylene was.
Wiggling her nose, she sniffed fervently and sagged into the driver seat of the BMW with blitzed grace. Support offered by the cushion of the driver seat suddenly felt like heaven, and the rush she was getting whipped a mighty roller over her previous notions. And like that - they were gone.
For a long time the phone continued to drone with messages. It was as though she fell off the face of the earth for a week, but in reality it had only been a couple of hours. However, even Jaylene wasn't aware of just how much time she had wasted lingering in the park. "Damn," she grunted as she looked at her dwindling bars of service. Was the park really that bad of a dead zone? It was so close to the towers. Shrugging, she ignored everything sent to her by her friends; only one text stood out.
She typed out a response promising an appearance and then sent a brief text to Kaleb:
Bay, meet me at my house for a little game of Snow White? Costume party at the Roxxie tonight. I'll play DD ;)
When she had made it back to her driveway, Vera was outside clipping away at hedges. The petite woman wiped sweat from her brow, barely visible in the thick fog. "Vera it's like six o' clock, what the hell are you doing?" Jaylene mused as she crawled out of her car with a smile.
"These bushes are a mess, Jay," she muttered, continuing.
"You should take a goddamn break. You act like there's cameras or something."
"Ha. Ha. " Vera snipped away still.
"Seriously," Jaylene slid past her and up the walkway, "Go rest."
For what seemed like hours Jaylene tore through her extensive, cramped closet. She wasn't really one to dress up in 'costumes'. In fact, despite her steady 'income' she rarely wore anything too flashy unless the occasion was something particularly noteworthy. She uncovered a pair of suspenders and fake glasses, muttering, "Fuck it," as she threw them onto her bed.
She plugged her phone in to charge after texting Summer:
Cheer up baby, we're going to get ripped tonight. Costume party at the Roxxie. Wanna match? Doin some sort of nerd gone nympho outfit. See you there. xoxo