It was
Tuesday
night. Pitch black where she sat inside an orange SUV, the engine cut on the unlit parking lot across from the gas station. Jeannie was inside, picking up a 24 pack of
Miller Lite
using her cousin's ID.
Two things were on Imogen's mind as she listened to the murmurs of acquaintances running into each other as they went in and out of the gas station. Besides for the occasional pick up truck growling it's motor into the night, this town was fucking quiet. Maybe this is why she and Jeannie always blasted the radio while driving in the car. The quiet could get to you. Make you realize things you might not want to. Better to put on something loud.
The second thing on Imogen's mind was that it was the middle of the week. Tuesday. How much had life changed in just a year. During high school she would've never been out like this on a Tuesday. She would definitely not be planning to drink a bunch of
beer
either. But here she was. And now she was craving a
cigarette
. She dug through the glove compartment, but came up short.
She didn't smoke. But she liked to when hanging out with Jeannie. She didn't know what this meant, but she thought it was bad. Made her an imposter. She would go buy her own pack soon. Maybe this weekend. The two of them were going to
Westcity
for a show. And Jeannie might even have found her a fake id by then.
Then they would get to go to the bars. Drink with some real people rather than out in the boonies driving around blaring music. She looked at the time. 10:48. It was so late. But she wasn't working tomorrow until 3. It would be fine.
