A vague haze of thoughts busied her mind as Sheena puffed her cigarette with a well practiced ease. The street light near the station driveway flickered. A fly fried in the bug zapper, it’s bright blue light flashing loud.

A red Grand Am appeared on the horizon line and drifted into the parking lot as gracefully as a startled herd. The tires kicked up enough dust to choke out an army. If she strained her ears she could hear the Misfits screaming from the shaking speakers of the poor old car.

Out emerged Sid from the dust. Sid always wore her mom’s brown fringed jacket from high school and kept her hair in lime green spikes. She sported black smears of eyeshadow around her eyes much like Sheena. Unlike Sheena, however, Sid was almost always in a joking mood.

She swaggered up to her friend, plucking the blonde’s Stetson from her head and placing it on her own. The way her cheshire grin spread across her face would seem unnatural if on anyone else.

“Well howdy there, Sheriff.” Sid drawled with an exaggerated accent.

Sheena rolled her eyes and let Sid steal a puff of her cigarette. “Howdy to you too, loser. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The girl laughed, as if Sheena was asking her something ridiculous, and placed the cigarette back in her mouth. “Here to give you my panties, obviously.”

Sheena guffawed. “Do you really think I buy into that old cowboy nonsense? Gimme my hat back, you -“ She laughed, yanking her hat back from Sid. They were a pile of giggles melted together under the night sky.

Sid hung lazily off of Sheena’s shoulder with a hand in her wranglers’ front right pocket. A moment passed. Then another, and another, with comfortable silence all the way through.

“There’s a party tonight, you know.”

The blonde huffed. “Did you come all the way out here to spirit me off to Wilson’s place?”

Sid looks at her dumbly for a second. “Well,” she said, slowly, “yeah?”

Sheena snorts. “Funny.”

She found herself in the passenger seat of the shitty Pontiac only a few moments later.