What first marked her presence was a single, smoking cigarette flying in miniature somersaults through the air. Tendrils of grey curled and unfurled in its wake, rising up to reach for the clouds above before dissipating into nothingness. It marked a curved path above the gum-speckled sidewalk before lightly tapping against the Spyder’s passenger door. Brooke watched as it plummeted to the ground and rolled into the drain. Her eyes, painted meticulously with an equally smokey haze as the cigarette she’d been smoking, floated upwards to meet Lana’s. A smile brightened the already shimmering, vibrant blue swimming in her irises, though it didn’t reach her lips. She let go of Jesse’s hand as they came closer to the vehicle.
Her bag, a ruined, frayed tote, was crammed full with half empty bottles of vodka, a small bag of shrooms, and her infamous tin box, which contained six perfectly rolled cones. Not to mention the basic necessities of deodorant, her jumper, and some cash, stolen from her father’s beside table. The latter would surely lead to dire repercussions but, in that moment, Brooke couldn’t care less. Even if it was only for a few hours, she was free. Not that Jesse and Lana needed to know about the monster that awaited her return. Perhaps they wouldn’t believe her, anyway, given just how good of an impression her father had left on the entire community of Devil’s Point.
She didn’t say anything as she yanked the car door open, dropped her bag inside and slid in after it. Without hesitation, Brooke pulled her phone out and plugged in the AUX cord, letting out a quiet, pensive little sigh as she began to scroll through her music. She settled on one of her most recently favoured songs, and relaxed.
The feeling of Brooke’s fingers passing through his own left something aching in his chest but soon that feeling was replaced with the excited buzz at the sight of the Spyder parked outside of the motel. The rucksack he wore crammed full of everything he owned was tossed into the trunk before he opened up the driver’s side door, a hungry grin passing across his mouth as his eyes found Lana’s. “Hey Princess, you ever heard of patience? It’s a virtue?” he asked her as he nodded for her to budge over so he could climb in so he would be behind the wheel.
While he didn’t legally have a licence, he sure as hell knew his way around a car and the pure idea of Lana’s dad flipping shit at the thought of him chauffeuring his precious daughter around just really was too satisfying to turn down. “I suppose you probably know the sins a bit better, right?” he smirked, one hand resting on the roof of the car as he tilted his head, eyes burning into Lana. To most, it would be unsettling but Jesse knew Lana was above being scared of him now.
As the music began to play, he chuckled a little but at the sound. “If you’ve not got some decent rock on there, Brooke, I’ll cut you,” he said, waiting for everyone to move around before he finally climbed into the car.
Lana couldn’t help but let the smile crawl across her features as she saw the two walk toward her, hand in hand. The three were a myriad of bad choices, poor decisions, and good times; that was how they lived their lives, a concoction of shit just waiting to explode in some manner. But right now, their plan was simple: a weekend away, away from the bullshit that each of their lives provided in one way or another. Brooke didn’t speak as she slid into the passenger’s seat, but it wasn’t unusual. Lana glanced up to Jesse and lifted her brow. “Excuse me, Casanova.” The sarcasm thick as she slid closer to Brooke.
The blonde glanced to her and down at the phone. “Fuck.” She reached behind her, into the tiny backseat, not big enough for a person, but big enough for her duffle. She felt Jesse climb in next to her and nudged him slightly with her back end as she dug. “We need to stop back at my place...left my charger. I’ll be fast.” She turned back around, lowering herself back between them.