Week Five, Monday Evening
Who: Ada, Rhett, and Wes What: Getting inked Where: Gun Smoke Tattoo Parlor (begins in the dorms) When: Around 7:00
Oh, it had been a hell of a weekend. Ada was almost glad it was Monday and time to start class again. Almost, but not quite. She did, however, manage to drag her ass to creative writing. A little help from Rhett was required in the form of banging on her door until she came, disheveled and grumpy looking. She'd been up till just a few hours before then, and class was the last thing on her mind. Still, she got dressed, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and insisted on a LOT of coffee before they went to the classroom. It wasn't what her body was craving, but it was something.
The entire time she was around Rhett, it was a constant struggle to make sure that he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She would catch her foot tapping, have to stop from biting her fingernails, from chewing on her bottom lip, from drumming her fingertips on the desk. She tried to keep herself occupied instead by writing, putting words on paper as fast as she could. By the end of class, she wasn't sure if she'd written anything that made sense. But she had written plenty, pages of words, lyrics with meter and some just lyric ideas.
The rest of the day was long as well, and as soon as class let out she headed to town. She was running low and she needed to pick up some more before she hit empty. It didn't take long, and she was back in her room, playing her guitar low through time for dinner, singing a little as well. It was almost seven when she set the instrument down and stood up, changing clothes quickly as an idea struck her. She wanted a new tattoo. That art teacher was offering discounts or some shit, or he had been last week. If he wasn't still, she figured she could afford it. Wasn't like she was broke. Besides, if all else failed she could just screw the guy like she had fucked Charlie to "score some free blow," right? She laughed a little thinking about that. Even though she was still pissed as hell at that vampire douchebag, his arrogance was pretty damn hilarious.
Now it was her turn to bang on Rhett's door. Dressed in low-cut denim, beat-up brown cowboy boots, and a blue western style button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, she hurried up the stairs to his room and knocked incessantly on the door. "Hey old man!" she yelled, "let's go out!"