WHO: Amita Haham & REDACTED WHEN: May 27th, 12:12am or thereabouts. WHERE: Road outside Fall City SUMMARY: Amita almost gets run over by a stolen (?) red bug. WARNINGS: Bad life choices, cursing people, and drunk driving.
She had eaten several of the little slider things, and waited a half hour before she left the party but perhaps she should have waited a little longer, now that she was driving very slowly towards home.
The party was more lavish than any she'd ever given or been invited to, and she couldn't help but feel that she'd been a bit underdressed for the event and the evening. But she'd enjoyed the open bar, and she'd enjoyed the dancing, and she couldn't regret having gone. She'd even managed to not do anything particularly rash or stupid.
Ooops, yellow line.
She pulled the car over to the side and spent about two minutes looking for the hazard lights. Why were they always somewhere other than she thought that they should be? She'd just give it a minute, eat another protein bar even though the thought of food made her feel a little queasy. It was only about five minutes home, so she could eat, and then pick up the phone and if for some reason a cop stopped, she could just say that she wanted to make a phone call.
Did her breath smell too much like alcohol?
Hm.
She fumbled around in her purse looking for breath mints, but she was startled by bright lights on the road behind her. She turned around, hoping that whomever it was noticed her and the hazard lights, and why were their lights so bright? -- they were probably on bright, honestly.
Oh.
Moira's car.
Fuck her!
Except that wasn't Moira.
Okay, then, well don't fuck her. Probably. Who had it been? She peered after the car as if she might recognize the person in retrospect. Obviously not someone very nice since they hadn't stopped to help someone with hazard lights on.
Of course, she didn't need help. She was fine, she just needed to drive the next five minutes home without any problem. What had she been looking for?
Breath mints! Of course.
And there they were, nice cinnamon-y ones. She stuck three in her mouth.