The purple haired seventeen year old girl sat, moodily, smoking a ciggarette and drinking a small glass of Jack Daniels.
She looked at the bottle that was sitting on the table next to her. The beautiful, intricate, black designs on the lable danced into her vision. She took small notice to the alcohol content of the bottle which was marked 40%.
Taking a rather large gulp of the drink, drowning down her sorrows, she stood up. Amused that her legs felt weak. Swaying she made her way to the sink and threw her ciggarette into a puddle of water. Smirking as the light in the ciggarette turned to wet ash with a tiny "shh". Turning she stumbled out of the room, holding a half full Jack Daniels.
Setting the bottle on a coffee table, littered with candy wrappers, a few beer bottles and an overflowing ashtray, which were reminiscent of the teenager's rebelliousness. She grabbed a knee length leather coat, a gift given to her from her friends, and shrugged it on. Checking the pockets for her keys and wallet. Satisfied, she grabbed the bottle of whiskey and headed for the door.
Stepping out into the cool summer night air, she closed the door with a slight thud and locked it. Breathing in the sweet smell of jasmin, she looked up at the sky. The stars were just coming out, twinkling brightly. The inky blackness beyond made her gasp with almost childlike wonder. The full moon was a true red moon. Not that she was superstitious or anything, but a red moon meant someone was going to die.
Her ears flicked as she heard a rumble of a car break the silence.
She stepped down, off the verendah and crossed the aqua green lawn. The drunk feeling was passing, with regret.
The beat up black chevy sputtered and backfired to a stop at the curb. She stood outside the passenger door. The door opened and a hispanic eighteen year old man, stood up, clad entirely in black.
"Yo, chica, that for me?" he asked, looking meaningfully at her right hand.
"Yeah, Jose." She smirked as she raised the bottle. "It's all for you." Jose took it, and turned around, pushing the seat forward. She bent over and got into the backseat of the car. Plopping down on the seat, she saw one of her friends, LeeAnn.
"Hey, Lee." The brunette smiled at her, but said nothing. The car rumbled and lurched away.
"You give any thought to dyeing those skunk stripes?"
LeeAnn nodded.
"You wanna do it?"
She nodded again.
"Cool. White would look awesome against that brown hair."
LeeAnn nodded for the third time, smiling shyly.
"It's like listening to only one side of the conversation, man." The driver said to Jose.
"Hey, Rico. Stop by the pharmacy store."
"Sure, Kat." Rico looked at Jose, grinning slightly as they pulled to a stop at a nearby pharmacy. "I'm a little hungry. Think I'm gonna get some food."
"Oh no." Kat said, rolling her eyes. LeeAnn smiled.
"LeeAnn, do your thing, eh?" Rico said. LeeAnn suddenly paled.
"Stupid Canuck." Kat muttered. "It's ok, Lee, I'll do my thing, if anything goes wrong. K? Besides, we've got Beavis and Butthead here."
"Hey!" Rico and Jose said, simultaneously.
LeeAnn, still scared, nodded and stepped out of the car. The four walked into the pharmacy like they owned it. Kat grabbed LeeAnn and headed for the hair dye section, which was at the back.
Kat crouched and grabbed a chic, white hair dye and placed it into her baggy pocket. Looking at LeeAnn she mouthed "five minutes." LeeAnn nodded, as Kat walked toward Rico and Jose stuffing a couple of burritos in the microwave. Jose grabbed two pops and tossed one to Rico. Rico in turn shoved two bags of potato chips into his pocket and turned to leave.
Suddenly a loud scream erupted from the back aisle, and the clerk ran out toward the noise. Kat grabbed two burittos and pocketed them. Grabbing two diet cokes, she ran for the exit. She saw Jose lean over the counter and grab a pack of ciggarettes, then left. She sailed through the door and narrowly missed a couple of passerbys. She dumped the pops, the burritos, and the hair dye in the back seat, and casually walked back into the store.
"Are you ok, ma'am?" The clerk asked.
"Yes, I'll try to get a handle on my claustrophobia. Thank you, sir." LeeAnn walked, shaking like a leaf. Kat grabbed her arm and guided her to the exit. They quickly jumped into the car and Rico gunned the engine, as they roared away.
Kat hollered and whooped, as they made their getaway after comitting petty crime.
"Think he'll notice that we scammed him?" Rico chuckled, grinning widely.
"No doubt, meat." Jose laughed. "Ciggarette?" Jose offered the three. Kat took one and to her complete surprise, LeeAnn took one too.
"When did you start smoking?" She asked her with a wry smile on her face.
LeeAnn just smiled as she leaned in to light the ciggarette. Puffing expertly, she donned the guise of mystery in a heartbeat.
Kat inhaled the smoke of her ciggarette and snorted it out through her nose.
"You never cease to amaze me, Lee." She smiled, broadly. "Oh, here." Kat grabbed the burritos and gave her one. LeeAnn made a face.
"At least it's not frozen, like last time!" Kat laughed.
"Maybe Sadie can warm them up, when we get to the bar." LeeAnn said smiling. She popped the tab on her diet coke and took a sip.
They finished their pop when the place in mention came into view. Sunny Sadies' Bar. A small local bar that was great for some dancing, and for only five exclusive people, they could drink underage.

Leaning back on the barstool, Kat swallowed the last of her beer. Motioning to LeeAnn, they stood up, and went into the washroom. Kat held up the box of white dye, and smiled devilishly.
Fifteen minutes later, LeeAnn was sitting on the sink counter, swinging her legs. Kat was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, when the door opened and in walked Sadie.
"You know it's against the law to smoke a fag in the loo?" Sadie asked Kat.
Kat merely shrugged her shoulders. Sadie rolled her eyes.
"I got a hair dryer. Thought you might need it."
"Thanks." Kat said, extinguishing the zippo in the sink. "Ok, LeeAnn, you got to wash it out, with shampoo and the conditioner that came with box."
"Don't ask me for shampoo, I ain't got any on me." Sadie tossed her hands up. "I ain't a bloody hair salon, I own a bar!"
"We'll just use the soap." Kat smirked at LeeAnn. "What's got your panties in a twist?"
"It's Leon!" Sadie kicked the garbage bag. "I love him, but he skips school, does drugs and there's no way I can reach him."
"Put him in a nut house." Kat said, but seeing the look on the older woman's face prompted her to change her remark. "Sorry, I take it back. I've got nothing against your son. How about I go over to your house and slap some sense into him?"
"Thanks, but I'll figure something out." Sadie turned to walk out. "And don't take to long in here! I've got customers who need to use the bathroom, and they prefer not to smell hair dye when they take a dump."
"Yes, ma'am!" Kat saluted mockingly.
And yet another fifteen minutes later, LeeAnn and Kat strode out of the washroom, grinning broadly and laughing. Ok, Kat was, but poor LeeAnn was shaking like a leaf, and feeling like everyone was staring at her. She sat timidly at the bar.
"It looks great, LeeAnn!" Rico smiled.
"Oh no, here comes a drunk idiot." Kat muttered under her breath to LeeAnn.
"Maybe he's coming for you?" LeeAnn, looked frightened at the man who was making his way to LeeAnn.
"Thanks for the flattery." Kat snickered. "Want me to get rid of him?"
"Only if he's really not nice."
Kat raised an eyebrow. "You thinking of-"
"No! I mean--" LeeAnn blushed heavily.
"Ok, say milk if you want me to get rid of him. Say beer if you don't, got it?
"How am I going--" LeeAnn started, but was interrupted by the young man who showed up.
"Now what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
Girl? Kat mouthed to LeeAnn, over the man's shoulder.
LeeAnn blushed, and giggled like a school girl. Heck, she was a school girl.
Kat rolled her eyes. LeeAnn was sooo new to this gig. You never talk to a drunk guy, unless you're interested in sex, which, Kat mused, wasn't what LeeAnn was interested in. Especially when the drunk guy says a dumb pick up line like that.
"I like your hair, looks like that girl, whats her name in that movie."
"X-men?" LeeAnn offered.
"Nah, it was some other movie, something like Finding Forrester or somethin'."
Kat suppressed a giggle. This guy was an idiot. Dump him fast LeeAnn!
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure, milk."
"MILK? You sure, honey?"
"Hey!" Kat said, edging in between the man. "Keep your hands off my property."
"What? You a dyke or something?"
"No, she's my sister! I'm babysitting her!" Kat stared hard at the man. Luckily for him, he backed off. Muttering under his breath.
"Dykes, oughta be a law against them..."
Kat laughed at the look on LeeAnn's face.
"Ok, maybe going for the dyke approach wasn't a good idea." Kat said, laughing hard.
"I think I wanna go home."
"Sorry, LeeAnn. I'll get Rico to drive us home. I think I wanna turn in the sack too."
"No, it's ok, we can stay here." LeeAnn sat up straighter, "The night is still young."
Kat laughed, "Ok! I guess all the drinks loosened you up!"
"No, way!" LeeAnn giggled.
"Yo, Kat!"
"What is it, Jose?"
"Look at that cool bike! This guy just rode up on a smooth hog!" Rico grinned.
"Oh, what I would give to ride a bike like that!" Kat exclaimed.
"I dare you to hop on it and take it for a spin around the block!" Rico said.
Kat smiled and grabbed her leather coat. She ran across the street to the bike.
"Damn! That girl is nuts!" Rico swore.
"Meat, you're the one who dared her!"
"She takes dares seriously, or at least always does them." LeeAnn pushed through the crowd, standing between Rico and Jose. "Once in the seventh grade, a girl at school dared her to go into the boys washroom."
"Shit, I remember that. She caught me taking a piss!" Rico blushed at the memory.
LeeAnn laughed. Then looked worried. "Be careful, Kat!"
"It's all good!" Kat called back. She grabbed the helmet and hopped on the bike. The motorcycle purred like a kitten, then roared as Kat kicked down on it. The wheels squealed as she sped away.
"Hey!" A big, burly, tattooed man ran out in the street. "You fucking bitch! Give me back my hog!"
Kat laughed, giddy as she felt the power between her legs. She sped down the street, going 85 miles per hour and increasing. The cool wind rushed over her, flapping her leather jacket back, as she sped up to race through a yellow light.
The loud hum, roared in her ears as she sped around a corner. Suddenly, she heard a loud siren.
"Shit!" Kat pushed the motorcycle faster, determined to outrun the police. She couldn't get caught! Silently, Kat urged the vehicle on, peeking back every once in a while to see the lights of the cruiser chasing her.
The sirens blared behind her as she sped on the stolen motorcycle. She turned into an alley, skidded into the wall and cried out as she flew off the bike. She landed in a dumpster.
"Oh, yuck!" But she had little time to react as a police officer grabbed her out of the dumpster and slammed her against the wall. They slapped handcuffs on her.
"You have the right to remain silent..." One of them said, as he continued to read her rights, "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, and if you can not afford an attorney, one will be presented to you at the time of trial..."




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