I sat on the floor my back to the pick up truck and Kate situated to my left, I sighed playing absentmindedly with my tongue stud. Kate clinked her nails against her bottle of whatever it was, I don't think we checked. It was around 9am by my estimate, neither of us had watches and our cells were just flat out of battery, Kenny McCormick was asleep in the front seat of said pick up truck his heavy breathing and a couple of snores let us know he was still alive after copious amounts of alcohol and whatever the fuck else we had last night. My tongue felt furry and I blinked heavily adjusting to the weak trickle of sunlight that was rebounding off the snow, boy my ass was numb as I sat there.
"Well, fuck", I drawled my bottle hitting the compacted snow with a sharp noise that reverberated around my head several agonising times, my eyes were squeezed tightly shut until it stopped I let out a weird sound that seemed like a 'mleh' but kinda not and Kate just laughed at me weakly. I took a swig of the bottle quickly, instantly wishing I hadn't I winced and Kate just shook her head at me and poured some of her crap onto the floor. I tried to get up but my legs said no.
"That was fun", Kate mumbled somewhere to my side, a nice, wide and content smile stretching across her face. I nodded painfully, trying to push back my fringe but getting my fingers tangled in the mess that was my hair I gave up and slumped my hand to the side, tipping my head back against the chipped burnt orange paint of the truck. I stared up at the overcast swirl of sky, darker grey in some places, almost white in others.
"Ugh, Becky's visiting", I thought, my face creasing in distaste at my sister's name, Kate let out a 'pshhh' blow of air.
"Unlucky"
"Tell me about it", I groaned, I was not going home any time soon. We'd lost Jude around 4-5am after we got kicked from Token's but I was pretty sure she was alright, Jude could hold her own. I was unsure as to just how many kids were sprawled in the back under the tarp, I was pretty sure Craig was in there and Rhiannon with 'Stophe who uncharacteristically got drunk and was less stuck up his own ass than usual, don't get me wrong I like the French guy but he's always so uptight. He needs to cut loose sometimes. Rhi always looked fucking fandabbidosy for parties, then so did everyone, the space under my eyes hurt a lot.
I attempted to throw my arm around Kate, I blanched as my back cracked painfully before resting it over her shoulders slowly, matching her smile.
"We wouldn't want it any other way would we Katie-kins?"
"Nah, wouldn't be half as fun", she grinned.
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Excuse the crapness, I wrote this in the last half an hour without checking.
I needed to write something with Katie in it for some reason. Much love to Beyond Birthday, Tight Hold on Death, Hollywood Grimm, Matt Stone and Trey Parker for the characters. For those who follow my other fics, the reason I'm dead for everything else is that I got hit by a car a couple of weeks ago, I'm good though. Broken leg near my hip and a load of broken ribs but I'm good (:
-Skinnys