When: Afternoon.
Where: Underground Sounds - record store.
What: Angry cursing and lighter hunting.
The sun beat down on her. Heat and Leila didn't mix, yet she always wore black. Black absorbed sunlight. It was unfortunate. Something else that was even more unfortunate was her current lack of a lighter. One's smoke break should not be spent looking for something to light one’s cigarettes. Nicotine fix. Now!
A cigarette hung on the edge of her bottom lip as she dumped the contents of her purse onto the sidewalk. Pencil. Lipstick. Swiss army knife. Five year-old packet of gum she never planned on chewing. Tampon. Another pack of cigarettes. Condom. Mini Buddha figurine.
"...Eh?" She stopped what she was doing and looked at the mini version of Buddha. How was that even possible? She shrugged and tossed it toward the trash can without looking. The other clerk that was on duty in the store watched with wide eyes as Buddha flew extremely close to the record store's window. He sighed in relief when it hit the pavement instead of busting through the glass like it was the Koolaid Man.
Okay. Fuck Buddha. Where was that lighter?
She sighed in frustration and threw all of her stuff back in her purse. This didn't happen to her. She always had a lighter on her person at all times. Cigarettes came before food. Leila was a good little addict like that.
Person!
"You got a light?" She asked the girl about to go into the store. The girl just blinked at her and shook her head before she walked into the record store. Well shit.