“You good for now?” Rocky asked, studying her carefully.
“Yeah, I’m going to hang with Fancy while she’s still unoccupied.”
Rocky chuckled and nodded, walking off with the prospect.
Evonne waved at Fancy.
Fancy grinned as she walked over. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting you here tonight,” she said as they exchanged a hug.
“Us either, wasn’t a great day,” Evonne said.
“Ahh, looking for some R-and-R?” Fancy asked.
“Exactly,” Evonne said.
“I have something that’ll help you out, come on,” Fancy took her hand and guided her to the bathroom.
“No way in hell I’m going to do ecstasy, Fance,” Evonne said, eyeballing the dark-haired girl with porcelain skin.
“No, nothing like that.” Fancy pulled out a vial filled with white powder. “Just a little coca to make you numb and get you through. You ever do a bump before?”
“No.” Evonne shook her head. She didn’t live under a rock. Being intelligent had her running in a crew with wealthy kids. They liked their recreational drugs.
“Here, just a half a line and you’ll be flying,” Fancy said.
Evonne shifted her weight. “I don’t…”
“I won’t pressure you.” Fancy shrugged, took out a square compact, rolled a dollar bill and tapped out a bit of a powder.
Feeling as if she’d been cast in a movie, Evonne watched, fascinated.
Fancy held a finger to her nose and inhaled, tilting her head. A silly smile lined her face. “It takes a minute to kick, but when it does?” She whistled.
What would a little taste, hurt? “I want to try,” Evonne said, ready to throw caution to the wind.
“Yeah?” Fancy smiled. “Only a small bit, like half a bump.” Fancy cut the product, and spread it out. “Now plug your nose and inhale, like you’re using a nasal spray.”
She took a breath and inhaled from the mirror. Her nose stung and she blinked repeatedly as her eyes watered.
“Just wait for it,” Fancy whispered.
Her heart raced and a bubble of happiness encircled her. She giggled.
“Oh yeah, you’re feeling it.”
Suddenly, none of her issues mattered. The world was her oyster.
“Better?” Fancy said, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“So much better, thank you.” She felt as if she were floating on a cloud. The numbness coated her bruised and battered soul like a salve.
“Come on, friend, let’s get some alcohol in you to mellow it out. We’ll keep this between me and you. I’ve never seen ol’ Rocky partake and I’m not trying to rock the boat.”
“He’s all healthy smealthy ‘cause of the fighting,” Evonne said, waving her hand.
They made their way to the bar. Two beers later, she felt pleasantly buzzed when Rocky returned.
“Didn’t think it’d take so long.” Rocky rolled his eyes. “Fucking prospects.” He nodded at Fancy. “Fance.”