The voice came from nowhere and yet it seemed to be both internal and external, bouncing flat off the hot, gummy asphalt and reverberating in his skull. Brian jumped. His cigarette bounced off his knee and rolled into the crack between his seat and the open door. “Shit.” He grasped at it with two fingers and recovered the cigarette before it could ignite the wiry beige upholstery. “You scared me.”
Behind a nervous laugh, he took a drag to keep his smoke lit. When he looked at her more carefully, Brian felt his dark arm hairs standing on end. It wasn’t the clothes, although they were insanely weird for the desert. He saw goths all the time at the Dive; some people called him one. It was the veins in her face and neck, and fuck, she was skinny. The ridge of her collarbone was pronounced in the neckline of her dress.
He was keyed up now, so he climbed out of his car seat. Brian glanced over the roof at the abandoned hotel and lot. Where had she come from? Not from one of those boarded up doors. “They, um… didn’t they beat that guy to death? For being a man of the people?” Distracted, he turned back to her.
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on 2014-05-12 07:18 pm (UTC)Behind a nervous laugh, he took a drag to keep his smoke lit. When he looked at her more carefully, Brian felt his dark arm hairs standing on end. It wasn’t the clothes, although they were insanely weird for the desert. He saw goths all the time at the Dive; some people called him one. It was the veins in her face and neck, and fuck, she was skinny. The ridge of her collarbone was pronounced in the neckline of her dress.
He was keyed up now, so he climbed out of his car seat. Brian glanced over the roof at the abandoned hotel and lot. Where had she come from? Not from one of those boarded up doors. “They, um… didn’t they beat that guy to death? For being a man of the people?” Distracted, he turned back to her.