you’re sick; sick of it all. your life was just so suffocating and that town was a wasteland. so you decide to pack up a few bags, and drive aimlessly. once you reach some city that seems decent enough to let loose, you book into the nearest motel.

it’s not a nice city. its run down, there’s junk everywhere, but it’s enough. it’s the middle of the night in july and its still so hot out. you grab your phone and stuff cash into your shorts, walking out with just that and a tank.

there’s some sort of party going on, and you hear splashes of water. must be a pool around. you follow the sound of music and the smell of suspicious plants till you find it.

looking around, everyone’s way too drunk or stoned to even notice you so you slip right in. at the drink stand, a tall blonde catches your eye. she looks right back at you and tilts her head. she looks more composed than the others, more sober, but she has a drink in her hand nonetheless.

“hey, who are you?” she asks, shamelessly looking you up and down.