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irish_vagabond) wrote2018-07-06 07:45 pm
irish_vagabond) wrote2018-07-06 07:45 pm
OOM - Tulip
When Cassidy strolled out of the strip club after last call, saying goodnight to some of the dancers who were leaving (they really were wholesome girls), he was surpised, to say the least, to see a plum-colored Chevrolet Chevelle parked outside. And there was Tulip, leaning against its hood.
"You found the hardware store," she drawled. Dryly.
Cassidy huffed a sheepish chuckle as he approached. "I, uh, took the scenic route."
"Got you a present." Tulip pulled a prescription bottle out of her jacket pocket and held it up for him to take.
Even more surprising! Cassidy plucked the bottle from her fingers and turned it to read the label under the glow of the strip club's sign. Amphetamines. The good kind, at a high dose.
"Oh, lassie, that's so sweet," he said with a grin, not even thinking to ask her where or how she got them. "Are we going steady now?" He was half-joking.
"Even better," she said, looking right up at him, the faintest of smirks on her ruby red lips. "We're in love."
Two minutes later, they were in the backseat of the Chevelle. It rocked on its axles and the windows had fogged up.
And Cassidy was so high that he never noticed, as he made love to her from behind, Tulip's doe-eyed thousand-yard-stare.
***
Tulip drove off into the night.
Cassidy stood by the side of the road and blissfully waved at her as the car's headlights faded into pinpoints in the darkness.
Time to go home. He took the van back to the church. It was very late, almost morning, really, but he thought that maybe Jesse would be up. It wasn't as if he kept regular hours either, usually brooding around somewhere. And besides, he still had to talk to him about the angels.
Cassidy wandered through the chapel and then the rectory. Everything was eerily still, dark, and quiet. Not a soul to be found.
Where was Jesse?
Okay, now he was concerned.
Maybe the angels got him.
He popped a couple more pills and grabbed a hooded jacket, pulling it on. The sun would be up in a couple of hours, and if he was going to be out looking for Jesse, he didn't want to be caught in dawn's early light.
He opened the door that led back out to the church, but instead stepped into Milliways.
"You found the hardware store," she drawled. Dryly.
Cassidy huffed a sheepish chuckle as he approached. "I, uh, took the scenic route."
"Got you a present." Tulip pulled a prescription bottle out of her jacket pocket and held it up for him to take.
Even more surprising! Cassidy plucked the bottle from her fingers and turned it to read the label under the glow of the strip club's sign. Amphetamines. The good kind, at a high dose.
"Oh, lassie, that's so sweet," he said with a grin, not even thinking to ask her where or how she got them. "Are we going steady now?" He was half-joking.
"Even better," she said, looking right up at him, the faintest of smirks on her ruby red lips. "We're in love."
Two minutes later, they were in the backseat of the Chevelle. It rocked on its axles and the windows had fogged up.
And Cassidy was so high that he never noticed, as he made love to her from behind, Tulip's doe-eyed thousand-yard-stare.
***
Tulip drove off into the night.
Cassidy stood by the side of the road and blissfully waved at her as the car's headlights faded into pinpoints in the darkness.
Time to go home. He took the van back to the church. It was very late, almost morning, really, but he thought that maybe Jesse would be up. It wasn't as if he kept regular hours either, usually brooding around somewhere. And besides, he still had to talk to him about the angels.
Cassidy wandered through the chapel and then the rectory. Everything was eerily still, dark, and quiet. Not a soul to be found.
Where was Jesse?
Okay, now he was concerned.
Maybe the angels got him.
He popped a couple more pills and grabbed a hooded jacket, pulling it on. The sun would be up in a couple of hours, and if he was going to be out looking for Jesse, he didn't want to be caught in dawn's early light.
He opened the door that led back out to the church, but instead stepped into Milliways.