Watching Tracey take her jacket, Heidi hoped the girl didn't find her drugs or the flask she had stashed in there. The fags she wasn't too worried about.
"Yeah." Heidi nodded. Truthfully, she was expecting Tracey to ask if anyone had seen her, so it was a great relief to see that she didn't. "The street was kind of hard to find, but that's it." She shrugged.
As she followed her into the kitchen, Heidi watched Tracey. She still loved how the girl looks. The physical attraction was as strong as ever, as was every other attraction. "I'm sure I'll love it."
Shrugging, Heidi answered, "it was alright." Actually, she had been anxious all week. She spent the nights at clubs and bars picking up girls and the days either practicing or at community service. In between, there was always time for a drink or time to get a bit high to ease her nerves and forget. "How was your's?" she asked, sitting down at the table.
Heidi had to pause to stop from saying a beer or firewhiskey or a shot, her usual answers to the question. "Um, do you have any tea?"she asked.