Got nowhere else to go Who: Bianca and Delta Where: Delta's apartment When: Like 2:00 a.m. or something
Bianca wanted to know why life had been so cruel as to make her be born with a face that told people she might give a damn about their lives. Working the 7-11 graveyard shift was not supposed to be like being a goddamn bartender. People were supposed to come to the counter for their pack of smokes or pack of beer or various assortment of things that made her pretty sure they were stoned and leave. Not stick around, picking at the various novelties that adorned the counter, lamenting about all their woes. Normally it was enough to piss her off and get her thinking on whether or not she could get away with burning the store down. Now it was a hundred times worse because they were all talking about the same thing. Bianca could not care less about the high school if she had sat down and tried. At first, at least, now she really wanted the place to just vanish or open up so that everyone would shut up. That she had gone into work with eyes that were starting to turn black and a pounding in the back of her head that she knew by now would not be dulled by any sort of painkiller.
No, she knew what would take care of that problem and how to deal with it. But she was still... hesitant sometimes. On some days she was fine with raising a squirrel in the alley and getting spotted while she was doing it. On other days for a reason she could not explain, she was loathe to do anything related to the thing that happened because she was born with black blood. Today was one of those days when even the word 'necromancy' made her uncomfortable. It might have something to do with how much everyone had been irritating her - though that was nothing new - though more likely it was just... one of those days. And what was the best way to fix those? Not going and getting drunk or stoned or high or whatever combination Emyli was. Though if it should turn out that Persephone was there too then that would likely happen. Let's hope for just Delta.
So, still wearing her 7-11 uniform and rubbing at her temple like it was going to do anything, Bianca made her way to her aunt's apartment and knocked on the door. "My head is killing me," she called through the door. "Why don't we have special painkillers?"