[the grin is too toothy, too close to the edge of something good girls should stay away from. shauna's a year gone from new jersey, but she can feel that, feel herself standing on the edge of something, some tumbling terror of a cliff that she's seconds from hurtling over. jackie would tell her to run. jackie would tell her to be careful.
but jackie's gone.
shauna reaches out, plucks the cigarette from the offered hand, holds it between her fingers, thinks of parties by the quarry, jeff's car pulled up and open to let out a gaggle of puppyish teenagers, cheap beer and cigarettes clinging to their mall rat clothes. this saber guy would eat them alive. she takes a drag, slow, lungs cramping with the urge to cough, but she won't, she won't.]
That sounds insane, you realize. [without judgement; her life sounds pretty fucking insane too. she exhales the smoke over one shoulder, eyes unblinking, wary, breath raspy as she offers the cigarette back.] So. Now what?
no subject
but jackie's gone.
shauna reaches out, plucks the cigarette from the offered hand, holds it between her fingers, thinks of parties by the quarry, jeff's car pulled up and open to let out a gaggle of puppyish teenagers, cheap beer and cigarettes clinging to their mall rat clothes. this saber guy would eat them alive. she takes a drag, slow, lungs cramping with the urge to cough, but she won't, she won't.]
That sounds insane, you realize. [without judgement; her life sounds pretty fucking insane too. she exhales the smoke over one shoulder, eyes unblinking, wary, breath raspy as she offers the cigarette back.] So. Now what?