Who: Lady Midday and Marijuana When: Friday, at precisely 12:30 PM in the afternoon. Where: The Highway What: Breakfast Anniversary Warnings: Uh, see "who"? Who knows. TBA.
Such fond memories.
Waking up in Death Valley in a new body, wearing the clothes of a dead man and writing scrawled notes on the backs of cigarette boxes and magazines, feeling as if she'd just been run down by a freight train and hitching a ride with a truck full of a marijuana shipment across the country. Waking up to a New God wondering why there was a young girl in the back of the truck, eating breakfast, playing friendly and making his mortals uncomfortable while amicably wolfing down a plate of eggs and discussing... well, she didn't remember what they discussed. Could've been whatever was in the eggs.
Good times. Or not. She could go without agony of waking up after eight months of virtually not existing. Or commuting in a drug-shipment truck. Really, it wasn't proper.
Naturally, a little over a year later, she felt compelled to reunite with the shiny new god. She had yet to decide if new gods had a smell, like new cars, only less like leather.
She found the shop easily enough, wearing, of course, mostly white. She pushed up the sleeves of her long sleeved scoop-neck top to her elbow and stepped through the doors. For the two young men at the counter, it would appear, suddenly, as if a girl who was very much not over eighteen stepped through. She smiled brightly, her big eyes having something distinctly off about them.
"Hi! You're not Marc. Is he around?" She was leaning against the counter a moment later, bright eyes fixing intently on one of the boys. He might note a sudden unbearable thirst, like a dry mouth from hell. She kept smiling calmly, not even blinking much. So, she came uninvited. And she could care less.