pShe was blasting music./p
pThis, she'd actually paid for; she found a wad of cash- over $500- in the glove compartment. "For emergencies," obviously./p
pWell, she needed some music. That was an emergency./p
pShe was singing along, although "singing" would imply musical talent, which she happily admitted she lacked. She had other skills./p
pShe was the fucking Slayer, man./p
pChoir members need not apply./p
pThe music rattled the car, made her head hurt if she stopped and thought about it. It covered any thoughts she might have had. About anything./p
pNo guilt when you can't think./p
pAt the stop for music, she'd made a few changes. Working quickly and methodically, she'd switched the license plates of half a dozen cars, including her own. She'd siphoned half a tank of gas from a nearby Chevy./p
pShe'd put on some lipstick, and then put some on the mannequin./p
pHarlot./p
pThey were ready to hit Sunnydale in high style./p
pThis, she'd actually paid for; she found a wad of cash- over $500- in the glove compartment. "For emergencies," obviously./p
pWell, she needed some music. That was an emergency./p
pShe was singing along, although "singing" would imply musical talent, which she happily admitted she lacked. She had other skills./p
pShe was the fucking Slayer, man./p
pChoir members need not apply./p
pThe music rattled the car, made her head hurt if she stopped and thought about it. It covered any thoughts she might have had. About anything./p
pNo guilt when you can't think./p
pAt the stop for music, she'd made a few changes. Working quickly and methodically, she'd switched the license plates of half a dozen cars, including her own. She'd siphoned half a tank of gas from a nearby Chevy./p
pShe'd put on some lipstick, and then put some on the mannequin./p
pHarlot./p
pThey were ready to hit Sunnydale in high style./p