Wisher sighed as she drove up to the Dixie Boy gas station. Why the fuck were they meeting here? Her dark golden eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at herself in her rear view mirror. She made sure her long black hair was poofed up just right in the back and her bangs hung from right to left in a swoop. Her lips were painted a light pink, all except for the area where her lip ring was. With one last glance in the mirror, she made sure her eyeliner was looking good.
The girl opened her door and stepped out. She was wearing a black tank top with a silver dragon on the back of it. Her jeans were dark washed and boot cut. She wore black boots on her feet. Around her neck was a black collar. Wisher looked down at her body. She was skinny for her age and she enjoyed that. She looked good in this outfit. Now that she was over being vain, Wisher walked towards the entrance.
She flung open to door and all eyes were on her. She glared at a few hillbillies staring her down like she was a piece of meat. Her golden eyes found who she was looking for. He was leaning back in a chair. Her boot made little noise as she walked over to him. "Hey. You Jed?" She asked. Her voice gave nothing away about her except for that she was a female.
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