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Aftershock: Drea ✘ Cash

Drea went to the block party to get out of the house, if only because the main hub of the block party was actually a stone’s throw and on the same street as her apartment; she couldn’t escape the noise, no matter how loud she blasted the music, the music outdoors overcame it. There was nothing left for it but surrender. She rolled out of bed, where she’d been staring at the ceiling, still sleepless at two in the afternoon. The automatic coffee maker had been on for hours; it would probably be overdone, but she’d barely taste it, anyway. Slugging it back black this time, Drea sighed and thought, Well, maybe Jessica will be at the party, too, and could kill two birds with one stone.

She shimmied into slim black jeans and an oversized tank with the arms cut off, tied up her hair into a messybun on her head. On a last thought, she undid it all, put on a simple black bikini underneath, and redid it all. Maybe she’d even have fun, that would be unlikely, but nice. Drea wasn’t so pessimistic she couldn’t prepare for the (low) possibility of fun. She changed the water for Jack and put down fresh dry food, stroking her cat a few times and cooing affections. Jack was one of the few things she had left in this world; she briefly considered taking him with her on a lead, but figured the sounds would be too distressing. On that thought, she snorted. Distressing for them both, more like. Then she headed down the stairs without even thinking to knock on her roommate’s door—she barely saw the other girl, Mona, and that was probably for the best.

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Water rushed into her lungs, feeling like she was choking, throat constricting, sputtering as her arms flailed, her feet found their footing, and slowly Drea came above water again. She shook her falling bun out of her face and choked again, but laughed, spitting out a bit of water and not trying to think of who else had spat in it before her. When her vision cleared, she met the cloudy eyes of a platinum blonde, the one who’d thrown the baseball after Drea had dickishly egged her on. In truth, Drea had just been looking for that rush of pain, the distraction of another kind of feeling other than blur. She gave the girl a thumbs up and went to get back on the Dunk Tank’s seat, waiting to see who else would aid her petty self-indulgence. No one was immediately in sight, but the other girl lingered. For a moment, Drea racked her brain: no, that wasn’t a face she’d seen following her, but she had seen her around town. Maybe she knew something. Drea got out of the tank and shook herself like a wet dog, taking up her clothes but not yet putting them on. “Hey, you,” Drea said indirectly to Cash.

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Birthday: Honey ✘ Cash

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Honey felt there was a lull around the week, like the town was collectively holding its breath, waiting for an exhale. It was like, after all that had happened, even the squirrels were waiting for the next big thing. In the meanwhile, though, Honey was glad to live in the moment; to close up shop early and watch the late summer sunset from her Indira as she drove home to meet her sister. She couldn’t imagine a better way to spend her birthday—especially when Dixie was going to be providing the sugar intake. Revel would drop by later, but Honey has told her to wait for her call—Honey had wanted this night with Cash, especially the later hours, those past-midnight hours that would forever belong to these sisters. Revel understood that, and Honey loved her more for it.

The wind whipped through the bottom strands of Honey’s long, blonde hair as she wove her way down the roads, to the fork at the end of Clay Street, headed left toward the dead end. It was a small town and her commute to her shop was short, too, but even a moment on the bike felt like freedom, lifted her heart a bit from all the heaviness she’d been handling. The thought of Delta, of her—obituary—that needed written, she pushed that from her mind, just for today. Today was a celebration of her birth, and of everything that had tried to kill her so far and hadn’t. It was a good day. After locking up her bike, she checked the chickens—which had been fed, Cash had gotten home earlier than her, less piercings today—and stoked their soft feathers before heading inside, unsure what would greet her, but smiling wide. “Caash!”