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Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship |
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Who: Savannah, Devon (NPC), Drew, Eva
Where: The Break and Run
When: 7pm
What: Here comes trouble....
Savannah was working, waiting tables, finally something legit. She had done it before, but lately she couldn't help but think how much easier it had been when she was doing things dangerous. She had her routine, her school, her boyfriend, her sister. Life was fine. She didn't need the danger.
But danger found her. Or was trying to. Devon had been calling her for weeks, trying to get in touch with her. She resisted. She left that stuff behind in the old neighborhood. Gone was the Savannah who was always up for a late night car jacking, drinking binge, and god knew what else. She was so sure that the life was behind her, she thought herself hallucinating when she heard a familiar voice say, "Nine to five gigs are so not you Savvy-baby."
Devon. No-no-no! She tried not to panic, but couldn't help it. She spun to face him and asked, "Dev, what the hell are you doing here?"
"That any way to treat your partner in crime? Give me some love!" He said and enveloped her in a big hug. She hugged him back a bit, but wasn't fooled.
"You did not come all the way to North Da-fucking-kota just to say you missed me. What's going on?" She demanded, crossing her arms. People had begun to stare and they both took notice after a second.
"I get off in fifteen, wait for me," She said, then went to her tables and asked Tessa if she could clock out early.
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