Truth be told, she had no idea in hell what she were doin' with her life.
The las' coupla weeks blurred into racin', chasin' odd jobs an' findin' the next thrill fer herself and Star; one day into the next, wild an' happy, almost deliriously so. But even she knew there hadta be a stoppin' point, some future where they'd maybe get tired of such a thin lifestyle. She weren't plannin' beyond the end of the month before Ken, but now she had someone to look out for.
But what better way to bring up the future than with drinks?
"C'mon, darlin', I'm in the mood fer celebratin'," she told him warmly, winking over one shoulder as she tugged him along. Her hair was unbound, almost to her waist now, and had changed her greasy coveralls for black leggings, a lace tank top and synthleather jacket over it, heavy boots stepping over rain puddles as she did. "We both did great; I feel like drinks an' a good hotel room fer once, whaddya think?"
Her tone turned flirty, and her eyebrows waggled mischievously. Hopefully he'd agree... and maybe with a hint of liquid courage, she'd have the courage to address what was really on her mind...
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