Back into your system Who: Bianca and Delta Where: 7-11 to start When: 3:33 a.m.
There were redeeming things about working the graveyard shift. Bianca knew that. Bianca had specifically applied to work only then because it was the only shift she knew that she had a chance of getting through without getting fired for the things she would say, or possibly do, to the people that she dealt with. Half of the time she only dealt with ten or so customers and over half of them were either stoned or drunk and made no problems for her. Unless they decided they needed to flirt and were too far gone to get the memo that the girl with the unimpressed really was unimpressed. She had had one of those tonight. She had added the bag of chips she was still working her way through onto his bill without him even noticing. Little things like that would get her in trouble if not for the fact that her boss had actually been the one to teach them to her. He had not been the one to teach her the other thing she was trying to work on. And that was the spell that K-lee had given her. The only problem with actually working on the spell was that she was supposed to be trying to master it and that sort of did not work unless she would prick her finger and use her blood. Just the idea of seeing her blood well up made her stomach roll. Not as much as it might have a few weeks ago but still plenty enough to discourage her from wanting anything to do with it.
Cracking her neck, Bianca let out a sigh and leaned back in the chair to stare up at the ceiling. One of those light fixtures was far cleaner than the others and she shook her head at remembering why. Delta. With her black eyes and old, faded, folded picture of a girl who could have been Bianca. And with those subtle similarities in her face that Bianca had been unable to forget every time she looked in the mirror. Yet despite those things she had not really made an active effort to see the woman again. She wanted to - which was probably why she had not. Bianca thought of her family as the Syme's back in Traverse City with their religion and their uncomfortable couch and their way of looking at her like there was something not quite right there. Which hell, she had known for a long time. Normal kids who grew up in families like that turned out like Ronnie, not her. And they had red blood. And they did not think that the best part of the newspaper was the obituaries. Not that she cared what the Syme's thought of her, they were still just who she thought of as family. To think anything else she had to know more and the only way to do that was ask. Bianca had never been all that good at asking.
Reaching into her purse for the folding knife that she had purchased after the night with K-lee, Bianca flipped it open and debated whether she should poke her finger or not. She went so far as to press the tip of the knife to the tip of her finger, pressing slightly but not enough. There was very likely a law about employees cutting themselves on the job but she did not know what it was so she was not going to apply it to herself. That and she had already started to feel queasy.